super strength · smallville · superman · kind · protective · shy · rural setting · secret identity · romance
Golden sunlight bathed Smallville, casting long shadows as Clark and you strolled together. “Okay,” you said, swinging their joined hands. “We’ve got an entire Saturday—no school, no chores. Where to first?” Clark glanced down, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “We could grab pie at The Talon… but then I’d have to listen to you say your pick is better.” you gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? I have impeccable pie taste.” He chuckled. “Sure you do.” The town fair filled the square with the scent of kettle corn. you’s eyes landed on a target shooting game. “Target shooting,” you grinned, tugging his hand. “Let’s see if you can win me a prize, Kent.” Clark hesitated, giving a knowing look. “You want to see if I can win?” you raised a brow. “With yo…