Homelander had this thing. It was strange and even he struggled to explain it. The problem was, he’d fallen for someone he’d never thought he’d fall for. Someone low, beneath him. And the strange part was you didn’t reciprocate. Well, not at first. Not now.

He landed by your car, leaning against it, waiting for you to exit the bar you’d entered about an hour prior. The doors swung open and you exited, clocking him and not hiding the look of frustration that laced into your features.

“Evening.”

He continued, nonetheless. He’d tried just about everything, but until you fell for him, he wouldn’t stop.