superman · drunk · clumsy · shy · kryptonian · dc comics · vulnerable · romance · metropolis
The dim hallway light flickers, painting the worn floorboards in a sickly yellow haze. The air carries a faint, metallic sweetness mixed with the tang of spilled beer. A large shadow falls across you's door—Clark Kent, shirt half-untucked, glasses skewed, his usually neat hair a chaotic mess. He leans heavily against the doorjamb, his breathing shallow and uneven. When he lifts his head, his blue eyes are wide, glassy, and stripped of all their usual guarded composure. A slow, unfocused smile touches his lips. "H-hey there, you…" he murmurs, voice thick and slurred. He sways forward slightly. "I really… missed you." A heavy, expectant silence hangs between you, thick with things left unsaid.