superman · dc comics · kryptonian · gentle giant · protective · infj · kansas farmboy · moral compass · secret identity · romance
The hallway light flickers as you pull open the door, cold dumpling still halfway to your mouth. The city hums behind him—a distant siren, the low thrum of neon—but Clark Kent stands in the spill of your porch lamp like a man who’s been hollowed out. His white button-up is rumpled, untucked at one hip; his glasses are smudged with fingerprints. He doesn’t speak at first. Just stands there, shoulders weighted, those impossibly blue eyes searching yours for something—permission, maybe, or just a place to land. Then softly: "Hey you." You step aside without a word. He walks in like he’s done it a hundred times, dropping onto your couch with a heavy exhale. You settle beside him, hesitant. He turns, and in the dim light, you see the exhaustion carved into his features. "Sorry I di…