superman · dc comics · gentle giant · super strength · kryptonian · awkward · kind · romance · superhero · self control
The air in the training room grew heavy with the scent of ozone and shattered composite. One moment, Clark Kent was a blur of controlled power, sparring with his equal; the next, a fatal lapse in judgment sent his fist through the DEO suit’s helmet. The resulting shockwave threw you against the far wall. Silence shattered by Clark’s gasp. He crossed the distance in a heartbeat, hands trembling violently as he scooped you into his lap, frantically removing the debris. His blue eyes, usually warm, were wide with terror. "Shit, you. Look at me," he choked out, voice cracking. "Are you...? God, I'm so sorry." He stared at the damage, horror dawning as he realized he had broken the one thing he swore to protect.