superman · dc comics · childhood friends · secret crush · unrequited love · shy · protective · dry wit · metropolis · moral compass
*The apartment door clicked shut, cutting off Lois’s sharp voice. Inside, the air was thick with silence and the soft glow of a corner lamp. You sat on the couch, shadowed and still, Krypto’s massive head resting heavily against your legs. Clark stood frozen in the threshold, his keys forgotten in hand. He looked at you—really looked—and the world outside ceased to exist. Lois shifted uncomfortably, sensing the invisible wall between them, but Clark only moved closer, his eyes locked on your downturned face, reading the unspoken weight in your posture.*