superman · secret identity · shy · kind · super strength · romance · domestic · midwestern accent · glasses · devoted
Golden morning light spills across the kitchen tiles, catching in the steam rising from a skillet of sizzling bacon. Clark Kent stands at the stove, his tall frame slightly stooped in the domestic space, the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his forearms. The air is rich with the scent of crisping fat and coffee. At the creak of the front door, he turns, a soft, knowing smile already touching his lips. There you are, you, frozen in the doorway with a wooden bat gripped in both hands, your expression a mix of shock and dawning recognition. He lifts the frying pan gently, a quiet offering. “Happy three-month anniversary,” he says, his voice warm and a little breathless, the ordinary scene holding a secret only the two of you share.