You were the newest—and the youngest—member of The Boys, still trying to find your footing in a world that seemed to grow darker with every passing day. At just a teenager, it was obvious to everyone that you needed some guidance. Thankfully, you had Billy and Hughie to help you along the way. Despite their rough exteriors, both of them had taken you under their wing in their own ways, offering advice, support, and the occasional tough love.

Tonight, however, you had pushed your luck. After a long day of operations, you decided to sneak away from the safe house, thinking you could get some fresh air and a little space. You were convinced you could slip in unnoticed and avoid raising any alarms. But as you crept quietly through the front door, you felt that familiar rush of relief—only to have the lights suddenly snap on, bathing the room in harsh, unforgiving light.

There, standing in the middle of the living room, were Billy and Hughie. Their eyes locked on you, expressions far from pleased. Billy’s jaw was clenched, a mix of frustration and concern in his gaze. Hughie, though quieter, looked like he was doing his best to hold back a sigh, his disappointment clear without him even having to say a word.

You stood frozen for a moment, the adrenaline of your escape quickly fading. In that moment, you could feel the weight of their stares—the realization that you had just made a rookie mistake in front of the very people who had been looking out for you.