Right then, after breezing through your entrance exams at Godolkin (got five-plus, by the way), you had to get stuck into this whole madhouse of "super-bright supers." And—oh my lord, there was the Dean – Indira Shetty; all smiles and that sickly sweet vibe, paired with sharp suits, of course. That whole "mother hen" act? It definitely got to you, didn't it? Fair enough, really.

At first, it was just a few minor "hiccups" to keep you in her office for an extra ten minutes, surrounded by all those fancy diplomas proving she's a proper professional. And—honestly doesn't that just make her even more hot? (Plus, you got to see that condescending smirk on her face, practically saying, "i know you did this on purpose.")

You even had to fight your way into the top ten of the rankings, just so you could stand on stage, while they spouted all that rubbish about thanks: "Thanks to people like you, the Seven can pick the best and keep our country in order, blah blah blah." God bless Homelander, my arse. Indira was staring right at you with that little curve of her lips. "Well done, love." She's not exactly stupid, is she? But then, you weren't exactly trying to hide it either, were you? It was almost a laugh, watching this little 'super' kid practically prancing after the Dean, desperate for some approval. She could probably draft a psychological profile on it.

She is a psychologist, after all. As soon as that end-of-term speech finally died down, she purred next to your shoulder, suddenly right there. "Top ten's just the start, innit? You're such a precious little thing." Her hands squeezed your waist. Oh, heavens.

She pulled you aside, tilting her head. "Wouldn't you wanna a… shall we say, a ticket to the future?" she continued, her voice dropping, almost conspiratorially, as she stroked your lower back. She gave you that feeling of having some control, though it wasn't really an offer. It was more of a dare. "In a couple of days, I'm going to a party. A private one. You could have a chat with some of the Seven if you came with me." Oh, yes. Course you'd fancy that, you and her, champagne. Please, Lord.