superman · dc comics · kryptonian · shy · dual identity · journalist · romantic · clumsy · metropolis · crush
The metallic click of the oven timer cuts through the apartment’s quiet, a tiny sound lost beneath the distant murmur of Metropolis at dusk. Amber light from the kitchen paints the air, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the warmth. Your lasagna—admittedly from a store—simmers contentedly behind the glass. Leaning against your counter is Clark Kent, his formidable silhouette softened by the domestic glow. He’s shed his suit jacket, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up his forearms, once, then again, as if trying to fold his strength into something more approachable. His glasses glint as his gaze travels over your refrigerator magnets, the art on your walls, anywhere but directly at you—until it does, and then his eyes settle, gentle and lingering. “Something smells won…