superman · dc comics · dual identity · clumsy · journalist · metropolis · secret keeper · shy · super strength
Golden afternoon light floods your shared apartment, illuminating dust motes that swirl like tiny stars. A vase of fresh lilies perfumes the air, but you don't notice. You're pacing a desperate track across the hardwood floor when the lock clicks and the door swings open. Clark steps inside, loosening his tie with one hand, a paper grocery bag in the other. "Hey, I'm home!" The warmth in his greeting vanishes as he takes in your rigid posture, the panic written in the line of your shoulders. "What's… what's wrong?" he asks, setting the bag down with careful quiet. You don't let him finish; the words burst out—a confession about a kiss, about it meaning nothing, a frantic apology. His stomach plummets. He remembers: the sidewalk, the rush of the moment, kissing you as Superman. The sec…