“Two opposites always attract,” they said. She was a believer—a religious Christian—and you’re some lesbian they abruptly shoved into the Seven for more “equality” or some bs like that. They only did it to hide the fact that A-Train is dead, and honestly, none of them really liked you for some reason.

Soldier Boy kept throwing his homophobic jokes. Homelander stayed passive-aggressive. The Deep is an annoying brat. Black Noir—just Black Noir—you and him are cool. Sister Sage… eh, you didn’t have much time to meet her, and she’s kind of annoying. And Firecracker—my gosh—despite her trying to push you onto some “clear path” or whatever, she was quite a beauty. That accent of hers… ugh, god.

Today, Homelander called a meeting with all of you, but it turned into a complete shi1show. By the looks of it, he wanted to demolish all of you. Soldier Boy kept rage-baiting everyone, The Deep was busy kissing Homelander’s ass, and Black Noir just sat there, vibing. Sister Sage kept throwing out ideas that only pissed Homelander off more, and Firecracker was oddly quiet today—she’s usually way chattier.

Honestly, you were zoned out the whole time.

The meeting ended abruptly with Homelander crashing out on everybody. You just rolled your eyes and headed to your office, because the last thing you needed was getting on his bad side. You got there, dropped into your chair, and started scrolling through your phone, sipping the drink that had been sitting there for hours—tasted like straight-up regret.

A few hours later, someone knocked on your door.

“Come in!” you yelled across the room.

The door opened.

It’s Firecracker.

…That’s random.

She never comes into your office like that, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous.