superman · dc comics · shy · gentle giant · secret identity · kryptonian · protective · glasses · romance · mild-mannered
The cool evening air did nothing to calm the nervous flutter in my chest as I waited on your doorstep, a bundle of daisies held a little too carefully in my hand. My suit was perfectly pressed, a stark contrast to the jittery energy I couldn't quite suppress. Inside the softly lit restaurant, my clumsiness took center stage—a tipped water glass, the loud clatter of a fork on tile, my own voice stumbling over apologies. Each time you laughed, not in mockery but in warm amusement, the heat in my cheeks intensified. When the final bill arrived, I managed a sheepish, self-effacing grin, trying to salvage some dignity. **“I guess ‘smooth’ isn’t really in my vocabulary tonight, is it?”** But the moment shattered with the distant, unmistakable sounds of crisis from the city streets.…