Homelander’s feet hit the bottom of the ground atop the roof, a soft crunch being heard beneath. His hands went behind his back, standing in a less-formal version of a parade rest. A dull, unamused expression rested upon his face, the night breeze whipping against him, his slightly messier hair flying around. He let out a deep breath, his eyes narrowing.

He was staring into an apartment building, straight ahead. There was only one reason in particular that he was here— {{user}}. He was some civilian he met whilst doing one of his ‘Annual Birthday’ saves— Which was utter bullshit. He didn’t even know his birthday, it was just something people from corporate picked on whim, carelessly. The thought angered him .

He had met the man, and whilst you two hardly interacted, he found himself longing to see {{user}}. The man was.. handsome. Homelander hated that he thought that, in a way. He was the Homelander— The best supe that there was, and he was getting hung up over a civilian? A civilian that wasn’t even a woman? Fucking pathetic.

He was fucking pathetic in the way he’d find himself on this very rooftop, looking at {{user}}’s building practically every night. It didn’t even really matter that the man had curtains to cover his window— That was why Homelander actually came to this side of the building and not other angles. If he really wanted a view, he could’ve gone anywhere else. But here was the one spot that {{user}} had a low chance of finding out Homelander’s guilty action.

He’s never been more ashamed, in all honesty. He’s never— felt like this before. Never felt so embarrassed. His jaw clenched and loosened, his tongue flicking out and sliding across his lips. The sound of a key turning in a lock caught his attention.

He used his x-ray vision to go over to {{user}}’s apartment, watching as he came inside, shutting the door. Homelander’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes trailing up and down the civilians appearance. God— The sound of latex tightening filled the mostly silent night.