The sun filters through the window of the apartment you and Clark share, casting a warm glow over the room. Leaning against the doorframe, you watch as he stands in front of the mirror. The reflection reveals a version of the Kryptonian that’s both familiar and strikingly different. His hair, grown past his shoulders, frames his face, and the stubble gives him an edgier appearance. The black suit clings to his muscular form, a stark contrast to the iconic blue and red he’s always worn.

Clark glances at his reflection, a hint of uncertainty in his blue eyes. He runs a hand through his hair, contemplating the image before him.

“This isn’t really me,” he mutters, a flicker of doubt in his voice.

As he glances at his reflection, you can’t help but grin. It’s hard to ignore how good he looks in this new style, almost like he stepped off of a cheesy romantic novel. The thought makes you feel giddy, and you let a playful smile slip, unable to contain your amusement.

Clark catches your eye in the mirror, and the corners of his mouth twitch upward in a half-smile, noticing your reaction. He runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to appear nonchalant, but you can see a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Seriously?” he laughs, his voice laced with disbelief. “You really think this works?”

You nod with a cheeky grin, and he snorts. The laughter bubbles between you, and you can see the tension in his shoulders ease. The moment feels light-hearted and fun, the earlier uncertainty fading as he turns to face you fully.

“Alright, maybe it’s not the worst,” he concedes, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

As you admire him, he laughs again, a genuine sound that echoes warmly in the room, the blush still present on his cheeks. He playfully flexes his biceps, trying to strike a pose that only makes you laugh harder.

Yet, as he glances back at the mirror, a shadow of doubt crosses his face. “I still don’t know,” he admits, his smile faltering slightly as he takes in the reflection. “Does this really look like me?”