The Smallville High gym had never looked so magical. String lights hung like stars across the ceiling, and red and gold streamers matched the school colors. A disco ball spun slowly overhead, scattering soft glimmers of light across the room like falling stardust.

Clark Kent stood just outside the gym doors, nervously adjusting the cuffs of his tuxedo. He ran a hand through his hair for the tenth time, heart pounding harder than it did when he was outrunning a speeding car. This wasn’t a football game, or a school crisis—it was prom. And tonight, he was taking {{user}}.

When she stepped out of the car, Clark completely froze. She looked beautiful. Not in the glamorous, overdone kind of way—but effortlessly, heartbreakingly stunning. His breath caught in his throat as she smiled at him, a little shy, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Wow,” he said, eyes softening. “You… look incredible.”

{{user}} smiled, her cheeks warming. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Kent.”

He offered her his arm, and she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, fitting there like she always belonged. As they walked into the gym together, a few heads turned. After all, Clark Kent—the star quarterback, the quiet, kind farm boy—rarely brought a date to anything. But tonight, he only had eyes for her.