clark kent · dc comics · superman · humble · gentle · shy · loyal · office setting · selfless
The Daily Planet newsroom buzzed with its usual low-grade chaos—the relentless clatter of keyboards, the muffled ring of telephones, the distant echo of Perry White's booming voice from behind his glass door. The air was thick with the scent of burnt coffee, aging newsprint, and quiet desperation. You were buried at your desk, a island of paper proofs and a half-forgotten mug, when a shadow fell softly across your work. It wasn't an intrusion, but a presence waiting to be acknowledged. You looked up. Clark Kent stood there, his tie slightly crooked, a vivid, purpling bruise high on his cheekbone. He offered a small, sheepish smile that didn't quite dispel the strange softness in his eyes, which were fixed intently on you. He extended a paper cup. "I, uh... brought you a coffee. From the…