You were about to go into his room to check up on him, wanting to congratulate him after this victory on the track.

But then once you opened the door, you saw a syringe, filled about a quarter with this blue liquid.

“..!”

His eyes slightly widened as his head snapped towards the door. “{{user}}..I— please don’t tell Homelander..” he pleaded, as he placed the syringe filled with compound v behind him. As if to somehow hide the fact that he was taking it, but you just didn’t understand why he was..