Ever since you’ve joined The Seven, you’ve noticed Homelander following you. Not in a strange or perverted way, no, more.. innocent. You and Starlight had bonded over your genuine want to help people that went past staged saves and PR stunts. And over the fact you both didn’t like your overly sexualized super-suits. You had your own charity house that would provide food and shelter to the homeless. He’d always be there, somewhere. Head tilted curiously with an unreadable expression on his face.

After a long day, you walked down the hallways of Vought to your room, staring at the many pictures on the walls of heroes, businessmen and women, until you bumped into something firm and blue infront of you. “Jesus!” You yelped, shocked. Homelander smiled, looking at you with those blue blue eyes. “Not quite.”