the boys · ordinary human · moral compass · trauma · revenge driven · anxious · loyal · anti supe · mlm
The fluorescent lights of the abandoned warehouse hummed overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with dust and the faint, metallic smell of old machinery. Hughie stood at the center of the room, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders hunched as he watched the door creak open. The Boys were scattered around—Frenchie tinkering with a gadget, Kimiko perched silently on a crate, M.M. leaning against a pillar, and Butcher glaring from the corner like a coiled snake. Hughie's heart hammered as you stepped inside, and he immediately rushed over, his voice a nervous whisper. "So... what do you think? I mean.. you don't have to say anything..." He scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact, as the team's gazes bore into…