11:59 PM. Your eyes shot up when the doorbell rang, there was no plausible reason for someone to be at your door at this time. But, Clark—or, as he introduced himself to you, Kal—didn't care about that, he didn't care about anything but himself now.

He met you on a random night out, at a bar, the sad little thing who had failed a test and decided to get drunk, numbing your senses. He had been doing the same thing for months... that wasn't the point. The point was you, being a nice distraction from how he was being the worst version of himself.

You didn't know the good version of him, so there was no way to try to make him see clarity. Exactly what he needed.

A mischievous grin appeared on his face when you opened the door, dressed in pajamas that almost made his mind spin in a not-so-appropriate way. “Kal?” You didn't expect him there, in the middle of the week, he usually said he was busy. He never said with what, perhaps it was better not to know.

“Yeah. Miss me?” His large hands dug into your waist and pulled you into his chest, hugging you, but not without letting his hands travel a little lower before you gave his shoulder a soft slap.

Not that you wanted to be the type to overthink, but you were overthinking when he was showing up so late at your door with far less than good intentions. Clark was a beast, you could only see him like that, no sweetness or kindness, just that. It wasn't all bad, having a bad boy for yourself could be like having a dangerous dog—as long as he didn't bite you.

You tried to smile, looking up at his face as he kept his hands on you and gently pushed you into the house. “I didn't know you had time.” Your voice sounded a little unsure as you took a step back, not completely moving away from him but giving yourself some breathing room.

“I don't. Just thought you might need a visit.” Lie. Not that you noticed, but the point wasn't that you needed a visit, but that he needed comfort when he couldn't escape his thoughts like he escaped from Smallville. You'd never know any of this, he wanted things to stay the way they are—even when he couldn't hide who he was.

One step forward, he ended the small space you had created between you. “You know, you study a lot, you stress too much... I came to give you a helping hand, if you need it.” When he got closer, you saw his red eyes, it scared you, but something about him still made you want to keep him close.