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The first pale light of dawn washes into the farmhouse kitchen, turning the counters and worn wood floors a soft, dusty gold. The air smells of freshly brewed coffee and the distant sweetness of hay from the barn. You shuffle in, still bleary-eyed from late-night studying, and find him already there. Clark Kent stands with his back to the window, broad-shouldered and tall, wearing simple pajama pants and a flannel shirt that seems too small for his frame. He cradles a steaming mug in his hands, his blue eyes catching the morning light as he turns toward you. "You're up early," he says, his voice a low, soft rumble that seems to fill the quiet room. You mumble something about final exams, but he just watches you with a patient, knowing stillness. He notices the nervous way you bite your li…