MCU- Superman

The morning sun cast a golden glow over Smallville as Clark Kent sat in the passenger seat of Martha's car, staring at the school entrance with mild irritation.

It had been eight years since Jonathan's death.

Eight years of growing stronger, smarter, and more cunning.

But today, he faced his greatest challenge yet—high school.

For most, school was a place of learning and socializing. But for Clark? It was a battlefield.

In his past life, he had hated school. He wasn't particularly smart, just average, and had been bullied constantly.

He had no intention of repeating history.

From the driver's seat, Martha Kent glanced at him, sensing his reluctance.

"Come on, sweetheart, it's not that bad," she said with a teasing smile.

Clark scoffed. "Says the woman who doesn't have to suffer through it."

Martha chuckled. "It's just school. You'll make friends, have fun, and actually learn something."

Clark rolled his eyes. "Right. Friends, fun, education. Sounds great."

Martha pulled the car to a stop and turned to him, brushing a hand over his cheek. "I mean it, Clark. Try to enjoy yourself. Who knows? You might even meet someone special."

Clark smirked. "Oh? Do I need someone else when I already have you?"

Martha's cheeks turned slightly pink, but she didn't falter. "That's different, and you know it."

Clark simply chuckled, unbuckling his seatbelt. "If you say so."

Just before he could step out, Martha leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his lips.

Clark reciprocated immediately, holding it just a moment longer than necessary.

When they pulled away, Martha exhaled, her lips slightly parted.

"Behave," she whispered, her voice carrying amusement and warning.

Clark smirked. "I'll try."

Martha rolled her eyes, knowing he wouldn't.

She watched as he got out of the car and walked toward the school, completely unaware of the smirk playing on his lips.

For others, this moment might seem strange.

For them?

It was just another day.

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Flashback – Four Years Ago

Clark sat beside Martha on the couch, flipping through channels absentmindedly.

It was just a normal night, nothing special—until the screen stopped on a romantic drama.

A deep, passionate kiss played out on the screen. The male lead pulled the woman close, their lips moving in sync as soft music played in the background.

Clark's eyes locked onto the scene.

An idea sparked.

He turned to Martha, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

She didn't seem fazed by the scene, probably having watched similar things countless times before.

That's when Clark made his move.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her face and kissed her.

Martha's entire body stiffened.

She pushed at him immediately, trying to break free, but Clark didn't let go.

Martha's mind raced. This wasn't right. This wasn't normal.

Yet, as Clark's lips moved against hers, a deep warmth spread through her body.

She had gone years without intimacy. Her body had forgotten the feeling.

For a moment—just a moment—she almost melted.

But reality hit her like a truck.

She pushed him away forcefully, standing up as she wiped her lips, her face flushed in disbelief.

"Clark! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Clark blinked innocently. "I saw it on TV and wanted to try it."

Martha's chest rose and fell with deep breaths. "That is NOT something a mother and son do!"

Clark tilted his head. "But… we're not actually related."

Martha's eyes narrowed sharply. "That doesn't matter."

She marched over to him and pointed at his room. "Go. Now."

Clark hesitated. "Martha—"

"Not another word. You're grounded. No dinner, no TV. Get in your room."

Clark didn't argue. He simply nodded and went to his room.

Martha sat back down, pressing her fingers against her temples.

What the hell just happened?

She shook her head. He was just a kid. He didn't understand.

She thought that was the end of it.

It wasn't.

---

Clark didn't eat or drink for days.

At first, Martha thought he was just being dramatic.

But by the second day, he was visibly weaker.

By the third day, he could barely sit up.

As we all he is pretending but not Martha.

Martha snapped.

She barged into his room, her expression furious. "Are you insane?! You could die!"

Clark, weak but victorious, simply whispered, "Then let me have my way."

Martha hesitated.

Then, defeated, she sighed. "Only kissing. That's it."

Clark smirked.

Martha glared. "Don't push it."

And so, what started as one stolen kiss became a regular secret between them.

A habit neither of them could stop.

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Back to Present – First Encounter

Clark chuckled to himself as he adjusted his bag and began walking toward the school entrance.

But just as he took his first step—

BAM!

He collided into someone.

A blonde-haired girl stumbled back, nearly dropping her books.

Clark caught himself, looking at her properly. She had bright blue eyes, soft features, and an athletic frame.

She groaned, rubbing her forehead. "Seriously? First day, and I'm already crashing into people?"

Clark smirked. "You ran into me."

She huffed, brushing off her jacket. "Yeah, yeah. Guess I wasn't paying attention."

Clark picked up one of her books and handed it to her. "Clark Kent."

She took it, raising an eyebrow. "Gwen Stacy."

Clark's smirk widened slightly.

Interesting.

And just like that, the first day of school had begun.