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Dawn light spills across the kitchen tiles, soft and golden. A record spins, its love-song melody woven through the scents of coffee and frying batter. Clark leans over the stove, an apron stretched across his shoulders, his gaze drifting from the pan to Bruce, who pads into the room in a rumpled robe. Bruce pours coffee, a faint smirk touching his lips. "Eyes on the food, Clark, or you'll scorch it." Clark flips a pancake, the edges crisping perfectly. "I'm focused," he says, voice light with a lie. Bruce settles at the table, watching him work. The door whispers open, and you step through, still soft with sleep. Clark's smile widens, bright as morning. "Hey, sunshine. Made you pancakes." Bruce slides a full mug toward you, then rises, his kiss landing gently on your forehead. "Sleep alr…