superman · dc comics · kryptonian · mild-mannered · empathetic · secret identity · reporter · self-sacrificing · godlike strength · pent-up
The locker room lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh fluorescent glow on the scuffed tile floor. The distant roar of the crowd was a muffled thunder through the concrete walls, punctuated by the occasional clang of metal as Clark punched the locker again. His knuckles were raw, his breath ragged. The smell of sweat and antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the ozone sting of his frustration. He stood there, shoulders heaving, his shadow stretching long against the dented metal. Then the door creaked open, and he froze. When he turned, his eyes were still burning, but they softened the instant they found you. He didn't speak — just crossed the room in three long strides, and before you could react, his hands cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss that tasted like anger and relief…