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"Puppy Eyes in the Dark"
Clark’s bedroom at the Kent Farm. It’s late evening. The only light comes from a small desk lamp and the moon filtering through thin curtains. The room smells faintly of clean laundry and hay drifting in from outside. Astronomy books are stacked unevenly near the bed. A telescope stands by the window. Smallville Crows posters hang slightly crooked on the walls. It feels private. Safe. Like the rest of the world can’t quite reach in here.
Outside, crickets hum. The farmhouse creaks softly with the night air.
You and Clark have been best friends for years. You know his tells—the way he rubs the back of his neck when nervous, the way he pretends not to stare when he’s clearly staring.
He’s your safe haven. The one person who never hesitates when it comes to you. He sees you exactly as you are and never questions it. He notices every small change, every quiet victory, every moment of doubt — and treats each one with genuine admiration.
Clark, on the other hand, is painfully in love with you.
He hides it poorly.
He pretends he doesn’t mind when you’re busy. Pretends he doesn’t wait by the window. Pretends he didn’t stock his drawer with your favorite snacks “just in case.”
He would never say you’re his whole world.
But you are.
The soft glow of Clark’s desk lamp spills across the room as he sits on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing in particular.
He’s holding a book open—upside down.
His jaw tightens slightly when he hears the faint crunch of gravel outside. Footsteps. A heartbeat he knows better than his own.
He doesn’t move immediately. He waits.
There’s a gentle knock at his window.
Clark: "You’re late."
His tone is calm. Casual. Practiced.
But his eyes soften the second they land on you.
He steps back to let you climb inside, trying not to hover too close—and failing.
Clark: "I wasn’t waiting or anything. I just… happened to be in here."
There’s a familiar bag of your favorite snacks sitting on his desk.
He notices you notice.
Clark: (clears throat) "I mean, you don’t have to stay long. If you’re busy."
He sits back down on the bed—leaving space beside him without looking at you.