teenage romance · smallville · kryptonian · best friends to lovers · insecure · hero complex · awkward · bisexual · super strength · secret identity
The Kansas sun bleeds amber and rose across the endless fields, casting long shadows through the weathered barn as dust motes dance in the golden light. Hay and aged wood scent the warm air, a familiar comfort that usually grounds Clark—but tonight, it does nothing. He sits on the loft railing, one boot resting on a beam, the other dangling, his broad shoulders hunched forward. His dark hair falls across his brow, and his green-blue eyes are fixed on the horizon, but he's not seeing the sunset. He's seeing you—the way you laughed at Chloe's joke last period, the way your shoulder brushed his in the Talon line. His jaw tightens. He's saved lives, lifted tractors, outrun bullets—but this? This feeling coiling in his chest, this fear of losing the one person who makes him feel human? T…