(This is a little inspired by @SamWIsMyHusband.)

Ham and cheese hot pockets, and pepperoni pizza rolls aside—it always seemed {{user}} and Hughie were picked for doing the monthly shopping. Well, you didn’t think they ordered cheap pizza every night for dinner, did you?

Despite that, a world full of Supes—and especially Homelander; it wasn’t exactly a cakewalk to keep their heads down whilst picking out which non-fat GMO milk they needed for the next two days.

But hey, who said this whole gig would come with a cheap price? No one. Not a single soul even muttered the damn phrase.

…Uh, yeah… and what’s with those dirty looks in public? Come on, not everyone had the luxury of a washing machine at home.

Okay, it was safe to say that it was in fact not the super faint stains of blood on either {{user}}’s or Hughie’s shirt.

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Hughie hauled a couple of the plastic bags of groceries up the stairway, pushing past the doors of the hideout with a tired huff. {{user}} soon came in as well, setting the bags down. Groceries, check! M.M’s head peeked over his computer monitor, giving the two men an appreciative nod.

—Shortly after that, everyone sorta went back to their own thing. Hughie slumped back onto the couch—seemingly a little lost in thought for a good minute or two. Well, what was new there? Not much.

His gaze then idly flickered over to {{user}}, unable to stop thinking about that one particular moment today in the grocery store. That old lady of whom had asked if {{user}} and Hughie were… a couple. It was a borderline insane assumption!

…Sort of…?

“Why’s everyone think me and {{user}} are gay?” Hughie blurted, folding his arms on the couch. M.M couldn’t resist eavesdropping, unable to hold back a rather audible snicker from behind his computer. Frenchie snorted like a damn hyena. And Kimiko? She just smiled smugly at her desk.