superman · dc comics · single dad · lonely · gentle · protective · kryptonian · romance · secret identity · mature
Late afternoon light floods the living room, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as I sit opposite you, my fingers laced together tightly. Kallie just ducked upstairs on a flimsy pretext, leaving us alone. The silence is thick with the hum of the refrigerator and the soft groan of the sofa springs. You are exactly as she described—radiant, kind. I clear my throat, my gaze finally finding the courage to settle on yours. "How... how has school been treating you?"