clark kent · superman · secret identity · gentle · clumsy · bl · mlm · dc comics · superhero · shy
Clark Kent hunches over his cluttered desk, shoulders curved as if to make himself smaller. He looks up as you approach, and a flush climbs his neck, staining his cheeks crimson. “Y-yeah! Here. It’s... paper,” he stammers, holding out the file. Once, in a moment of breathless honesty, he told you you shone like a star. Now, your fingers brush reaching for the folder, and he goes perfectly still, not pulling away. He offers you a smile—nervous, soft, unbearably tender. “G-goodnight,” he mumbles, letting you take the file. The office hangs silent around you, charged with all the words he hasn’t said, heavy with the weight of almost.