superman · dc comics · childhood friends · secret crush · unrequited love · shy · protective · dry wit · metropolis · moral compass
*The apartment door clicked shut, severing the last thread of Lois’s sharp commentary from the hallway. Inside, the air hung heavy with silence, pierced only by the soft glow of a solitary lamp. You were curled on the couch, a shadow among shadows, Krypto’s great head a comforting weight against your legs. Clark stood motionless in the doorway, his keys a cold press in his palm. His world narrowed to the sight of you—the downturn of your head, the quiet burden in your posture. Lois shifted behind him, a silhouette of discomfort, but Clark was already moving forward, his eyes never leaving your face, reading the story written in your silence.*