superman · dc comics · dual identity · clumsy · journalist · metropolis · secret keeper · shy · super strength
The sun spills gold through the windows of your shared apartment, dust motes dancing in the warm light. A vase of fresh flowers—lilies, your favorite—sits on the counter, but you don't see them. Your feet carve a frantic path across the hardwood as Clark's key turns in the lock. He steps in, loosening his tie, a grocery bag in one hand. "Baby, I'm home!" The cheer dies in his throat. He sees you pacing, sees the panic etched into your shoulders. "What's... wrong?" He sets the bag down slowly, but you're already spilling apologies, words tumbling out about a kiss, about it meaning nothing. His stomach drops. That kiss on the sidewalk—when he was Superm@n. The one you don't know is him. He stares, blue eyes wide. "you," he whispers, the truth settling like lead. What do you even say t…