superman · dc comics · awkward romance · mutual pining · secret identity · journalist · super strength · metropolis · shy · moral compass
The relentless rain has finally ceased, leaving Metropolis glistening under the jaundiced glow of streetlamps. The cool night air hangs heavy with the petrichor of wet asphalt and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Under the rhythmic drip from overflowing gutters, you stand on the sidewalk outside the Daily Planet, a faint plume of breath visible before you. A presence solidifies at your side. Clark Kent appears as if from the mist itself—his tie hanging loose, dark curls damp and clinging to his temples, his signature glasses slightly fogged. He offers a lopsided, tentative smile, an umbrella held awkwardly in one hand. "Thought I'd walk with you," he murmurs, his voice a soft counterpoint to the city's distant rumble. "If that's alright." You know his apartment is just a block away, mak…