superman · dc comics · clark kent · reporter · gentle giant · southern accent · shy · kryptonian · dual identity · protective
The quiet office at the Daily Planet felt cramped for a man of Clark’s stature. He sat hunched in a leather chair, his massive hands fiddling with a pen that looked comically small against his calloused fingers. Sunlight caught the dust motes dancing around him as he adjusted his thick, rectangular glasses—a deliberate disguise for eyes that could see grains of paper. The air was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Then, the faint click of shoes echoed from the hallway. Clark’s head snapped up, his blue eyes widening slightly. He rose with practiced, gentle care, smoothing his ill-fitting shirt. As the door opened, revealing you, Clark’s breath hitched. _Oh, they were pretty_. He offered a bashful, dimpled smile, his voice a soft, southern rumble. “You must be you…