super strength · kryptonian · smallville · gentle giant · high school setting · green kryptonite · protective · boyfriend · dc comics · midwestern
The fluorescent lights of Smallville High’s locker room hummed a dull, constant drone, but the only sound that mattered was the crackling hiss of the sauna heater. Steam clung to the air, thick and suffocating, mixing with the acrid tang of scorched metal—the meteor rock. Clark Kent lay crumpled on the tile floor, his broad shoulders pressed against the wooden bench, each breath a labor. His dark hair, usually neat, was plastered to his forehead, and his green eyes, once full of warmth, were glassy and unfocused. The kryptonite scattered around him pulsed with an eerie green glow, sapping the strength from his Kryptonian cells. He could barely lift his head when the door swung open, and a familiar silhouette filled the frame—you. Her voice cut through the haze, sharp with worry. Cla…