Krypto’s Meet-Cute Manual
David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader
Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors
A/N: I just like the idea of Krypto being a wingman for Clark 🤭, Happy Reading ❤️
Your friends had texted you entire paragraphs trying to convince you to come out, put on a cute outfit, hit the clubs, dance a little, embrace your young life, maybe meet a cute guy or two. But you just weren’t in the mood for it. Somehow, the idea of staying home and doing laundry sounded more appealing compared to the massive hangover you’d feel after a whole night of loud music and countless tequila shots.
So here you were , in your comfiest sweatpants, hair in a loose bun, earbuds in, tossing whites into the dryer in the apartment’s laundry room. It was unusually quiet for a Saturday. No one around. Just you and the hum of machines.
Then you caught a glimpse of movement beside you.
A man, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up and gray sweatpants that frankly should not look that good on anyone who was casually loading a basket into the machine behind you. Back to back.
You glanced over your shoulder just long enough to catch a kind face, glasses, and slightly tousled black hair. He looked up at the same time and gave a small, polite smile. You returned it and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, turning back to your laundry.
Silence settled again. A quiet, shared space. No words, just the soft hum of washers and the occasional clang of zippers against metal drums. Then… you both finished at about the same time. He unplugged his earbuds. You gathered your dry clothes.
And that was when it happened.
“I’m so sorry, I think this belongs to you.”
You looked up to see him holding a very lacy piece of your clothing between two fingers, his expression somewhere between mortified and apologetic. You blinked, then looked down at your own hands where, to your horror, a pair of grey boxers sat right on top of your folded clothes.
“And this yours, I believe,” you said, holding them up.
“Oh.. my,” He gave a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Well… that’s embarrassing.”
Just then, a bark echoed from the hallway. A blur of white fur darted into the laundry room, a fluffy dog with a guilty face and a suspicious-looking sock in his mouth.
You looked at the dog. The dog looked very pleased with himself.
You nudged the boxers slightly with your shoe. “He often hand-delivers your underwear to strangers?”
“Oh God, No,” the man said quickly, “He just like to do nonsense things sometimes. Today, he thinks he’s helping laundry duties.”
You gave the dog a look, but your lips twitched. “Well, that’s adorable of him.”
“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, scooping up the boxers with the kind of dignity one tries to have in these situations. “He usually goes for socks. This is new.”
You bent down, letting your fingers run gently through the white fluff of the dog’s fur. “And you’re just too cute to be a furry criminal, aren’t you cutie?”
Krypto’s tail wagged furiously at the attention, tongue lolling out in pure joy as he leaned into your hand like you were his favorite person he’d known for years.
“Well, yes you are” you said, laughing softly, “You’re just the cutest.”
You scratched behind his ears again, and the dog’s tail thumped harder against the floor.
Clark smiled, watching. “That’s rare. He’s usually a little shy with strangers.”
“Guess I’m not a stranger now,” you said, still petting him happily.
“I’m Clark, by the way,” the man said after a beat, his voice a little softer now. “And that’s Krypto, the professional laundry thief. We’re at 3D.”
“I’m Y/n,” you replied, shifting your laundry basket slightly in your arms, “I’m at 3A.”
Clark raised his eyebrows slightly. “Oh! you’re the new neighbor.”
“Yeah,” you said. “Just moved in a couple of weeks ago.”
“How’s the building treating you?” he asked.
You gave a soft laugh. “Well, this is the first time a man’s underwear got thrown at me, so… mixed reviews.”
He smiled. “Yeah, fair. Though Krypto tends to leave an impression.”
“Oh, I’m aware.” You gave the dog another pat. “He’s lucky he’s cute.”
Clark chuckled, then tilted his head. “What about the city? You settling in okay?”
You shrugged, a smile still playing at your lips. “It’s been good so far, actually. Still figuring it out, but I like the uncertainty of some things.”
Then, he gave a sheepish shrug. “Don’t include the underwear incident in the count.”
“I won’t,” You let out a laugh, eyes crinkling. “Don’t worry, it’s memorable.”
He tilted his head, teasing, “In a bad way?”
You grinned. “No. Don’t worry… memorable in a good way. It’s a good meet-cute chance, I guess.”
He looked at you, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and relief, and then let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little shy, his cheeks dusted pink with a blush.
You watched him for a second longer, the way he scratched the back of his neck nervously, trying to play it cool but failing adorably. It made your heart flutter a little more than you expected.
God, he’s cute, you thought.
There was a pause, the kind that wasn’t awkward but instead comfortable, bubbling with the excitement of possibility. You could both feel it, even if neither of you dared to say it out loud just yet.
“Anyway,” You adjusted the basket in your arms. “I should get going. It was nice meeting you, Clark. And you too, Krypto.”
You paused in the doorway. “Everything okay?”
“Can I make it up to you?” Clark asked. “On behalf of Krypto, I would like to seriously apologise for this embarrassing first meet of ours.”
You looked at him, cheeks warm, and heart tipping toward something new, “Oh?”
“There’s this little coffee shop a few blocks down,” he said, voice warm. “Nothing fancy. The barista loves to play Elvis songs on repeat. But, they have all kinds of freshly baked muffins all day. Would you like to go there with me?”
“I’d love to.” You smiled at him, already feeling the quiet excitement of something new beginning.
After you left, Clark stood still, the smile not leaving his face. Then he glanced down at Krypto, now laying on his side, smug and completely relaxed between the laundry carts.
Clark bent slightly, muttering with a shake of his head in disbelief, “You are one interesting fellow.”
Krypto gave a soft woof, tail wagging like it was a job well done and you’re welcome.
Clark chuckled, “But, we seriously should work on your wingman gestures though.”
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