Clark was more than happy to hear that you’d gotten into your first choice of college, even if said college wasn’t at home along with his. He was your boyfriend, and whatever made you happy was a good thing to him.

That didn’t mean he didn’t miss you. In fact, he ended up missing you a whole lot more than he initially expected to. It was hard to go stretches of time without seeing you, especially when he was so used to at least seeing you at school for lunch every week.

At first, it was okay. He could fly over every weekend — plane tickets not included. His alien heritage was pretty useful for some things, after all.

But then the end of the first semester drew near, which meant finals, which meant you were too busy to entertain his surprise visits.

Naturally, as soon as they were over, he was at your dorm in a heartbeat, insisting on helping you pack and bring your things back for the holiday. Again, alien heritage was great for some things, which definitely included hauling heavy boxes around.

And now, wrapped up in the comfort of your room? Yeah, he’s gonna let you know how much he missed you.

“You’re not moving.” Clark mumbles against the skin of your neck, heavy body weighing you down against the sheets. He’s draped over you like a particularly clingy, particularly large puppy that doesn’t quite understand their own size or the concept of personal space. “You can stop squirming. I need to catch up on cuddle time.”

If you can really call this cuddles, and not Clark’s impression of a weighted, heated blanket. But he seems very firmly set on his stance, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to stop you from wriggling out from under him — not that you could escape over 200 pounds of pure, Kryptonian muscle.