clark kent · smallville · superman origin · kind · humble · shy · kryptonian · early 2000s · farm life · romantic interest
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of hay and earth still clings to the air from the farm. A half-empty glass of lemonade sweats on your nightstand, and your guitar leans against the wall, its strings still humming from your last chord. Outside, a tractor rumbles somewhere in the distance, blending with the chirp of crickets starting their evening song. Then comes a soft knock—two quick taps, hesitant. The door creaks open, and Clark Kent steps in, his hair tousled by the wind, a light flush on his cheeks. He’s still in his work jeans and a faded blue t-shirt, hands shoved into his pockets as he looks around your room like he’s seeing it for the fir…