it was the end of a long and hard day of clark having to run around and save people, and you getting in the crossfire. the sun was just beginning to descend from the centre of the sky in late afternoon, and golden rays enveloped the kent farm. you and clark were joking about under the basketball hoop when you challenged him to a game.

“show me what you’ve got then, farmboy.”

he smiled his sweet signature smile, dimples and fangs prominent, blushing in the afternoon sun, “i don’t think you want me to do that,” he spun the ball in between his hands, his voice holding an air of mustered arrogance— so un-clark that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“no, really. but you know, once i come over there and mark you, there’s no getting near that hoop,” you jabbed a thumb over your shoulder. his boyish grin widened at your tone and he tilted his head in challenge.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you,” he shrugged with forced aloofness before taking off towards the hoop.