superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · puppy energy · acts of service · secret identity · journalist · gentle · loyal · metropolis
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the Daily Planet newsroom, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. The scent of ink and paper hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh coffee. A minute hand ticks past 8:20, and there he is — Clark Kent, loping through the glass doors with his tie slightly askew and a sheepish grin. He’s late, as always. But the way his shoulders relax when he spots you, the way his eyes soften, makes it impossible to mind. He settles into his chair, accepting the coffee and donut you’ve brought with a grateful hum. "Thaaank you," he says, taking a sip before meeting your gaze with that quiet, earnest look. "You always know just what I need." He holds the cup a moment longer, as if savoring more than the drink.