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It had been a while since he'd been in town, spending the last couple of years touring the country both for inspiration and performances, and Genya felt a strong need to catch up with a good friend that he hadn't seen in person since leaving. Texts and video calls were no substitute for spending time with a person who'd helped shape who Genya had become.

It was a surprise he'd planned for Zenitsu, who he hadn't even yet told that he was home, that Genya came to the Peach Pit. He knew where the other man worked from their conversations, and was able to find it with ease. Even from the entrance as Genya arrived, he could hear his friend's familiar voice - matured, smoother and well-tuned since their high school years, but still very recognizable from times they'd practiced together. It brought a hint of a smile to Genya's lips to hear.

Both of them had gone further than what they'd talked of as teenagers, even from just a couple of years ago. It made him proud.

Mingling into the lounge, Genya found a table a row or so away from where Zenitsu was performing, sitting down to listen. Dressed in dark clothes and silver accessories, with his long black hair pulled into a ponytail that exposed the shaved sides, Genya looked much the same as ever, so if Zenitsu were to spot him, the other man would surely recognize him.

[  TEXT  -> NAI NAI 💅🏻💖 ]  [  sent  ]  - I just saw Butch shirtless and I definitely drooled. Likkkkkke that boy is packed. 🤤 OMG. Ok sorry.

[  TEXT  -> NAI NAI 💅🏻💖 ]  [  sent  ]  - Not why I'm txting you. I think we should get a double date set up.

[  TEXT  ->  DOLL FACE ]  [  sent  ]  - You can't fool me, you know. Maybe Hughie, but not me. I know you.

THIRTEEN YEARS... THIRTEEN YEARS AND A DAY... since Homelander had last seen Annie. It's been longer this time; the first time apart lasted about five years- still, five years too long for Homelander. The immortal being thought this was it, this is where the HEALING STARTS BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM. The conversation hadn't gone well enough, not at all the way Homelander wanted it to go. Couldn't manage to speak any sense into her as much as he PLEADED FOR ANNIE TO HEAR HIM OUT. LET HIM TALK- she would have none of that, it seemed. Her blood boiled within her smooth flesh. Truthfully... and as much as Homelander despised confessing loudly what had been grazing along his brain, is that she had every right.

Was it greedy of Homelander to decide for Annie ? Perhaps. It was... he did to her what everyone has been doing to her, HER ENTIRE LIFE. Making decisions for her without so much as a consideration for what she wanted. Oh, but a world without Annie January isn't a life at all. This is what  Homelander had wanted... to live a life forever and ever- to proclaim the world as his own, in the palm of his hand- finally. Cleanse the Earth of the sins humanity has left upon it, the cruelty of what damage has been done by the so-called creators of this planet. HIS GOALS HAVE NOT BEEN ACCOMPLISHED.

Couldn't begin to concentrate on his objectives when Annie's ghost lurks the streets OF NEW YORK CITY, AND HAS MADE A HOME- HAUNTING VOUGHT TOWER. It's almost too much sometimes... every corner he turns when roaming the hallways, all he sees and hears is her. Annie's laughter filled the atmosphere- memories tormenting him, her scent curling around his nose as it beckoned the strongest supe alive towards the door of her apartment. NEVER DOES HOMELANDER STEP INSIDE- NEVER DOES ANYONE ELSE. It's not a delicate topic anyone dares to speak about. His hand would occasionally twist the doorknob of her abandoned apartment- locked as it was the day she left. Using his X-RAY VISION TO SEE THROUGH THE wooden door.

Her silky sheets made- her supe uniform left ironed and untouched as well- all collecting dust while the food stored in her fridge has rotten away- his nose scrunches up in ABSOLUTE DISGUST when the aroma hits him like a ton of bricks, a grunt escapes as his head quickly turns away, eyes clenched tightly, teeth grinding. FUCK. He needed to go and see her- and while in the past it seemed difficult with the thought of leaving things unattended, with Sage around as his right-hand woman, it was easy to go off and do things. Leaving Sage to manage whatever it is that needs handling, he isn't too worried about all that- it'll come to him when it does. As of right now ? THE BLONDE SUPE IS FEELING AN ITCH. It's been long enough. Every handwritten letter Homelander had written to her was sent to her new so-called little home, by some beach located somewhere in Mexico. Receives no response in return. And while he told himself to give her space.... which he did. HE DID. But now... perhaps it was time to pay a visit to his lover.

DOESN'T TAKE HOMELANDER LONG TO GET THERE- soaring through the sky with unspeakable speed, faster than he has ever flown before, as he lands- gracefully- yet roughly on the ground, sand shooting out from the IMPACT HE HAD DELIVERED. Scarlet glove fisted into the Earth, his head lifting then slowly- scanning the area carefully, looking from one side to the other. The beach was loaded with children and adults alike. The sight of him left many in awe and in dread. Homelander stands up then, brushing off whatever sand had landed on his suit and his golden hair. Hands moving to remain firm against his hips as he showsoff his SIGNATURE HEROIC POSE. Taking in the ocean before him- fetching, he supposes. The smell of salt water... and overused sunscreen. Blue hues blink rapidly at the people goggling at him, watching the immortal supe with those round, wide eyes ! Jeez- staring problem much ?

His arm lifted as he gave off a friendly wave to the bystanders, a grin stretching across his features, teeth too wide and too much. "Hola ! Cómo estás !" He doesn't stick around, nor cares to make conversation as he continues his path to where Annie's house is located. THE SOUND OF HER HEART COMING CLOSER AND CLOSER until he's standing inches from her door, taking in her house- it's so her... A chuckle to himself as he lightly knocks. He probably should have brought flowers- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Looks down at his supe suit and thinks to mess with the flap- no, don't. That's too much, and she'll see right through you. When the door does finally open, he straightens up and clears his throat. "HEEEEEY YOU ! Oh- wow... love the hair, it suits you. I love what you've done with the place. It's... cute. SO YOU."

[  TEXT  -> UTONIUM ]  [  sent  ]  - What would I do without you.

[  TEXT  -> UTONIUM ]  [  sent  ]  - No really, I mean... I appreciate you going against Vought. I know you're risking a lot. You and the girls.

julia nodded, not trusting herself to answer. she had no idea how it happened. one of her friends had convinced her to at least try some of their alcoholic drink at a bar, her with her mocktail, and it had quickly spiraled out of control. she felt absolutely awful letting her parents see her like this, knowing her dad's own history. that was something he told her about before her big project, about how much it had fucked him up and how he didn't want julia going down that same path. but now she'd gone and done it. she wanted to curl up and hide in a ball, away from her parents. "i'm sorry," she whispered.

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