Someone knocked on the door of your office, and immediately, it opened, revealing a young Homelander in his twenties. His face showed nervousness, and his crimson cheeks betrayed shyness. It was strangely adorable to see the new American boy scout looking so vulnerable yet seemingly tough to break.
A mumble escaped from his lips, something unintelligible. His blue eyes searched the room until they finally found you. He took a step forward and tilted his head. A small chuckle escaped from his lips.
His gaze shifted. "Um..." he murmured. "As I understand it, you're involved in admitting members to the team, and... I wanted to know if you could tell me who they are?" His expression reflected curiosity, but his diverted gaze conveyed timidity about potential rejection.
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