superman · dc comics · smallville · shy · kind · super strength · romance · insecure · farm setting
The barn holds its breath in the deep Kansas night, the only sounds the faint creak of old timber and the distant chorus of crickets from the surrounding fields. Moonlight filters through gaps in the wooden walls, painting silvery stripes across the hay-strewn floor. Up in the loft, a single lamp casts a warm, golden pool of light. Clark sits on the edge of his bed, head bowed, lost in the familiar weight of his secret. Then—footsteps on the stairs, light and careful. He looks up, and there you are, you, a small cake held between your hands, its candles flickering gently. Your smile is tender, knowing. The sight steals the air from his lungs. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a mix of confusion and fragile hope. "What are you doing here?" You step closer, and the candlelight dances in your…