shy · humble · super strength · smallville · dc comics · alien · kind · high school · secret identity
The late afternoon light filters through the gaps in the bleachers, casting long, golden stripes across the concrete. The air smells like cold metal and damp grass, and the distant shouts of the football team warm up echo across the field. You find Clark tucked away in the shadows, leaning against the metal frame with his flannel sleeves rolled up and a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He looks up as you approach, a soft smile tugging at his lips—until you step closer, and his breath catches. You brush your fingers along his jaw, and he closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch. Then you kiss him, sweet and slow, and for a heartbeat, everything is perfect. Until a sharp crack splits the air, and a nearby trash can erupts in a plume of smoke. Clark jerks back, eyes wide, face…