Imyf

002

"Good morning class, It's an honor to say Homelander will be taking over the class for the next few weeks. And- Ah the man of the hour!" Our professor was cut off by a Homelander king of supe shits walking in. I scoffed closing my laptop and notebooks before trudging out of the class unnoticed by my peers as they cheered and far too unimportant to be seen by the professor or stupid fucking Homelander. I headed over to the cafe and grabbed breakfast, something simple. A glass of milk, a bowl of Cereal, and a croissant. I open up my laptop and begin to finish my paper for Supe 101. It's a quiet and slow morning until someone takes a seat next to me. Annoyed I look up which was my first mistake, there was an overjoyed Homelander. I begin to close my laptop when my glass of milk tips over and almost ruins the laptop. Instead, it soaks my white shirt revealing my lacy black bra. I smile annoyed as fuck and sigh, "Mr. Homelander what the fuck can I do for you." His gaze lingered dangerously on my white tee before looking away. He licked his lips before sighing as well. "Don't you ever fucking leave class when I'm teaching?" He begins to say. "I'm actually dropping the class as of today, currently writing a letter to my counselor as we speak."  I was talking back to the man who announced his kid at a rally and lasered a man for throwing a can at his young son. Granted the man who did it was in the wrong but what a fucking harsh punishment. He slams his fist onto my laptop and gasped as the cafeteria was already empty when I looked around. "Oh my, I am so sorry." I eye him up and down before grabbing the now-dented laptop. I thrust it into my bag and grab my trash. Respectfully do my part in cleaning my mess as he watched me in my wet shirt.