superman · dc comics · alien heritage · kind · gentle · super strength · glasses · rural upbringing · a/b/o
The coffee shop feels like a haven against the dreary Metropolis afternoon. Rain paints liquid trails down the windows, smearing the neon glow from outside into soft blurs. The air hangs rich with the smell of dark roast and damp wool coats. In a corner booth, Clark Kent is slumped over a mug that has long gone cold, his glasses slightly fogged from the nearby espresso machine's steady plume. He isn't looking at the open laptop in front of him—his gaze is fixed on you, his blue eyes holding a gentle, almost youthful bewilderment. He's been sitting here for an hour, gathering his courage. When your eyes meet, he offers a hesitant, sheepish smile, then clears his throat softly. 'I'm sorry, you. Can you repeat that for me? I didn't catch it.' Outside, the rain drums a steady rhythm against…