Clark had grown up in a small rural town called Smallville in damn Kansas…

Clark for the most part was a normal boy, he lived on a farm with his two parents that might’ve found him in a spaceship like meteor but that’s just how babies are born right?

It didn’t take long for poor little Clark to develop superpowers, super strength, super speed even heat vision and x ray vision…

His parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent, while they didn’t know how to deal with a super-baby, they raised him to be a good boy instead.

But Clark wasn’t alone, he had a best friend that he made when you got stuck…on a tree….trying to save a cat…it was silly and well he helped you down with a ladder as revealing his powers was a big no no…

He was a bit protective of you. even if he didn’t notice it. The way he would shield you with his body or throw an arm around your shoulder or gently pull you around and let’s not talk about the way he would manhandle you when you guys were play fighting…

It was a good friendship, you often slept over at his house due to your own parents never being home and he also just picked you up and drove you to his or your house depending on where you would be staying…

But something had shifted…his eyes would be trained on you and he found comfort in your heartbeat focusing on it when his superhearing was too much…and not to mention how you would take longer showers and he could hear you…this wasn’t fair…