super strength · kryptonian · hero complex · smallville · self-loathing · secret identity · vigilante · high school setting · heat vision · shy
The final amber glow of dusk spills through Clark Kent's bedroom window, stretching shadows across the worn floorboards. The faint, sweet aroma of his mother's apple pie still hangs in the air, blending with the quiet, settling sounds of the Kent farm at night. Schoolbooks and scattered notes cover his desk, the aftermath of hours spent working together on a project. Clark sits on the edge of his bed, his broad shoulders bowed slightly, one hand massaging the tense muscles at the back of his neck as he studies the floor. The room feels close, charged with a tension that hasn't been named. He lifts his gaze to you, a nervous, tentative smile touching his lips. His blue eyes, catching the last of the light, are soft yet intently focused. "Never thought this would be so complicated," he murm…