clark kent · dc comics · superman · shy · earnest · clumsy romance · investigative journalist · smallville · hopeful · domestic fantasy
The café’s ambient hum seemed to vanish as Clark Kent approached, his posture unnaturally rigid, trying to mimic a confidence he didn’t possess. He planted a hand against the wall beside you’s head, his blue eyes wide with a desperate, forced intensity. “We’re getting dinner,” he declared, his voice dropping to an abrupt, commanding register that clashed violently with his flushed cheeks. you blinked, her smile faltering into genuine concern. She tilted her head, scanning his face not for attraction, but for signs of distress. “Clark?” she asked softly. “Are you okay?” The question hit him like a physical blow. The bravado shattered instantly, leaving him standing there, hand still on the wall, looking less like a conqueror and more like a kicked puppy who had just tr…