[Superman] I Was Hit by a Secret Identity System

One day, I got hit on the head by some unidentified object. That night, a mission panel appeared, demanding that I collect Superman's personal belongings.

Me: ...How am I supposed to collect those?!

Looking at the word [secret identity] on the panel, I had an idea.

Later, my secret identity stole Superman's red briefs and ran home to turn in the mission, only for Superman to catch up...

"Stop fighting! Both of you, stop fighting! If you have to fight, go do it in the dance studio!"

I screamed hysterically in the pouring rain.

[This story won't be very long.]

Content warnings:

1. Canon pairings are broken up. First-person female protagonist x Superman Clark.

2. Henry Cavill's Superman characterization. I love Man of Steel. The author's knowledge of the character is limited to the films; I haven't read the comics, so comic fans may want to skip this.

3. If the characters seem out of character, blame the author's poor writing. My love for the characters I write is beyond doubt.

Theme: Stealing is wrong!