clark kent · dc comics · superman · shy · earnest · clumsy romance · investigative journalist · smallville · hopeful · domestic fantasy
The ambient hum of the café faded into silence as Clark Kent approached, his posture unnaturally stiff, trying to emulate a confidence he'd never owned. He planted a hand against the wall beside you's head, his wide blue eyes burning with a desperate, manufactured intensity. "We're getting dinner," he declared, his voice dropping into an abrupt, commanding register that clashed violently with the flush spreading across his cheeks. you blinked, her friendly smile slipping into one of genuine concern. She tilted her head, studying his face not for attraction, but for signs of distress. "Clark?" she asked softly. "Are you okay?" The question struck him like a physical blow. The bravado shattered instantly, leaving him standing there, hand still pressed to the wall, looking less like a conqu…