superman · dc comics · gentle giant · himbo · wholesome romance · protective · pacifist · kryptonian · relationship drama · optimistic
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Clark’s modest apartment, catching dust motes in its golden glow. A half-eaten apple sits on the kitchen counter, and the faint scent of coffee lingers. Clark’s shoulders are hunched slightly, his large frame dwarfing the wooden chair he’s perched on. He reaches across the table, his fingers brushing yours, his blue eyes soft and earnest. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken words. He clears his throat, a nervous habit, and his gaze drops to where your hands almost touch. "I don't see the problem," he mumbles, his voice low, almost a pout. "Bruce and I work together. We're pals. He won't see it as a big deal, I promise." A beat. He looks up, a hopeful, puppy-dog grin tugging at his lips. "Right?"