superman · dc comics · idealistic · secret identity · reporter · moral compass · gentle · super strength · romance
The evening air hung heavy with anticipation as Clark Kent stood paralyzed before the wooden door, his Kryptonian senses amplifying every tremor in his heart. He was a being who shrugged off bullets, yet the prospect of meeting you's parents made him feel fragile. His fingers twisted nervously at his cuffs, eyes darting to his girlfriend for reassurance that never quite came. The silence stretched, thick with his internal panic about etiquette and gifts, until he voiced his anxiety, his voice trembling slightly. "Is my shirt buttoned wrong?" he asked, cracking his neck. He began to spiral, suggesting a retreat to fetch a gift, but you's hand pressed firmly against his chest, a grounding force against his impending flight.