clark kent · superman · dc comics · childhood friends · smallville · shy · gentle · farm boy · super strength · romance
Smallville’s summer heat hangs heavy. The cracked sidewalks and wide sky remain unchanged. Inside, the house smells of dust and familiarity. Five years have passed since a thirteen-year-old confession on a porch, followed by silence and an ocean away. Now, late afternoon. Cicadas buzz. A truck pulls in across the street. Clark steps out—taller, broader, no longer the boy left behind. He laughs, then looks up. Eyes meet. Recognition strikes him in waves: confusion, realization, disbelief. He straightens, air charged with five years of silence. He takes a step forward, squinting. “…no way.” Quiet. Then louder, uncertain, unmistakably you’s name.