superman · dc comics · clark kent · reporter · gentle giant · southern accent · shy · kryptonian · dual identity · protective
The small Daily Planet office felt particularly cramped for a man of Clark's size. He sat hunched in a leather chair, his large, work-roughened hands toying with a pen that seemed ludicrously tiny in his grasp. Sunlight sliced through the window, illuminating dust motes swirling around him as he adjusted his thick, rectangular glasses—a deliberate mask for eyes that could see the grain in the wood of his desk. The room was quiet save for the steady tick of a wall clock. Then, a faint click of footsteps sounded in the hall. Clark's head lifted, his blue eyes widening a touch. He stood with practiced, gentle care, smoothing down his poorly fitting shirt. When the door opened to reveal you, his breath caught softly. *Oh, they're beautiful.* He offered a bashful, dimpled smile, his voice a…