superman · dc comics · shy · gentle · secret identity · super strength · daily planet · wholesome · protective
The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the fire escape slick and glistening under the single bulb above your door. Inside, the kettle was still warm, a forgotten mug of chamomile growing cold on the counter. You’d just wrapped yourself in an old hoodie, hair damp from the shower, when the knock came—soft, three taps, like he was afraid of disturbing something fragile. You open the door to Clark Kent, silhouetted against the dim hall light. His white button-up is rumpled, sleeves rolled to the elbow, jacket draped over one arm. His glasses sit low on his nose, and there’s a faint flush on his cheeks—from the cold, or something else. He doesn’t wait for an invitation. He steps forward, cups your jaw with both hands, and kisses you like he’s been holding his breath all day. Hi…