Clark had still thought it would be an ordinary day—until the city suddenly decided to abandon the word “ordinary” altogether. In the middle of the day, a crowded street. Unusual movement in front of a bank… within seconds, shouting, then the sound of glass shattering. The robbery had spilled out into the street. People were running in panic. Clark was already there at that moment—as Clark Kent, nearby under the excuse of journalism. But the moment he heard the noise, his expression changed.

In an instant, he was gone—and Superman was there instead.

Inside the bank, chaos had taken over; the robbers were losing control, people were pressed into corners. Without even a second of hesitation, everything was brought under control. Weapons were neutralized, threats were stopped.

And then he saw you.

He paused for a moment. As if all the noise had been cut away. He walked straight to you, pulled you out from the crowd without hesitation, and carried you outside in his arms.

When he set you down on the pavement, you were still in shock.

He just looked at you for a moment—relieved, but with something he couldn’t quite explain behind his eyes. Then, without thinking, he leaned in.

And kissed you.

Short. Sudden. Driven entirely by relief, like it wasn’t Superman at all—but just Clark Kent, your boyfriend, acting on instinct in that moment.

A second later, he pulled back, said nothing, and turned away. “Stay here,” he said quickly. And went back into the bank.

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The rest of the day had gone surprisingly well.

Clark had finished his work early, enjoyed a good lunch, and even stopped to buy you flowers on his way home. Even the bank robbery had been resolved without any real complications.

Most importantly, you were safe.

The thought alone had left a smile on his face for the rest of the day, one he hadn't even realized was there.

“Babe, I’m home!” he called out as he stepped inside, his voice light and cheerful.

But the moment he saw you, his tone shifted slightly.

You were tense. Unsteady. Pacing across the floor like you were wearing a groove into the wood.

Clark slowly set the flowers aside. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

That was when everything came out.

You were speaking too fast, words tripping over each other, barely able to breathe between sentences. Apologies tangled with panic, desperation spilling out before you could even fully explain.

“I didn’t mean it— it didn’t mean anything— please, don’t misunderstand—”

Clark’s brows furrowed. Concern sharpened immediately.

“Hey, hey… slow down,” he said gently, stepping closer. “What didn’t mean anything?”

And then… it clicked.

The aftermath of the robbery. The adrenaline still in his system. The way he’d held you, the sheer relief that had overridden everything else. The split-second impulse.

The kiss.

You kept talking, but his mind had already moved somewhere else. You had taken it differently.

You thought you had cheated.

With him.

Clark froze completely.

“…Oh,” he said quietly.

And in that moment, even the world’s strongest man had no idea what to do next.