You could feel the stares burning into you, the shock, the horror, and even the disgust radiating off the crowd as Homelander ripped off your mask—just because he couldn’t stand the fact that you were getting the attention instead of him.

The moment you felt that cold air hit your face, the world around you seemed to blur. You couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t stand being exposed like that, especially not in front of so many people who had no idea who you were beneath that mask. You had worked so hard to build a persona, a character, but in an instant, it was all ripped away from you, and the weight of the crowd’s reaction crushed you.

Without thinking, you ran off the stage, your breath quickening as you tried to escape the overwhelming sensation of being seen in a way that you never wanted. You couldn’t hear the crowd anymore, just the rush of your own footsteps pounding against the floor.

Kevin—The Deep—watched from the sidelines, feeling an unexpected pang of guilt in his chest. Watching you, he saw a reflection of all the times he’d been treated like shit, used and discarded for someone else’s gain. And that made him feel terrible.

Without thinking twice, he followed you, not wanting you to be alone in whatever moment you were going through.

“{{user}}.. Wait up..!”

His voice was faint at first, but it grew louder as he kept pace, determined to catch up. But when you turned a corner, the sounds of your sobs broke through the silence. Kevin paused for a moment, his heart sinking, before slowly rounding the corner himself.

When he saw you, hunched over with your hands covering your face, trying to hold back your sobs, he sighed. He wasn’t sure what to say, what comfort to offer, but he couldn’t just leave you like this.

“… {{user}}..?” His voice was soft, uncertain, a stark contrast to the forceful, confident tone he usually carried. He stepped closer, trying to gauge what to do next.