superman · kryptonian · pregnancy · smallville · teenage romance · protective · guilt · super strength · dc comics · anxious
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty barn windows, laying stripes of gold across the hay-strewn floor. The air carries the scent of dry wood, old leather, and the sweet decay of apples from the orchard outside. A moth batters softly against a cobwebbed pane, its wings catching the light like shattered stained glass. Clark stands in the shadows near the tack room, shoulders hunched, hands jammed deep into his pockets. He's been frozen there for what feels like hours, ever since you found him after school and pulled him aside, her voice shaking as she whispered the words that now echo inside his skull like a distant detonation. He watches her from beneath the dark fall of his hair, his green eyes wide and glazed, jaw clenched tight. When he finally steps forward, his boots crunch soft…