Saint fell asleep on the small couch near his bed, the bed currently occupied by a stranger. Sunday morning arrived, Saint's favorite day of the week because it's his day off. However, he felt his body aching from the uncomfortable position he had throughout the night. He was awake but couldn't yet open his eyes, too lazy to start the day.
He jumped off the couch when he heard a loud scream coming from the stranger at the corner of the bed.
"What the? You scared the shit out of me!"
"Who...who are you?! Where am I?"
"Calm down. I won't hurt you. You're in my apartment. Calm down." Saint tried to reassure the panicking man.
"Don't...stay away from me." The man backed away defensively, then suddenly fell off the bed, hissing in pain. He quickly got up, revealing his fully naked body. Saint immediately covered his eyes, feeling his face flush red.
"Cover yourself. Y-you're naked," Saint said, gesturing to the blanket on the floor. He quickly picked it up and handed it to the man, who covered himself.
"Did you...save me?" the man asked.
"Uhmm yeah...yeah I did." Saint hesitated, still unsure of what had happened last night.
"Is your name...Fighter?" Saint asked.
"How did you know my name?" Fighter looked surprised. Saint pointed to the necklace, and Fighter quickly tapped his chest, relieved to find it still there.
"Then...you know what I am?"
"Yes, I saw everything last night," Saint nodded.
"Can I stay here? I...I don't know anyone," Fighter asked.
Another mouth to feed. It wasn't a problem since his wages were enough for both of them. Still, he couldn't just let a stranger live with him, but the man didn't have anyone else. Saint sighed, realizing he couldn't turn his back on him.
"Yeah, of course. But first, let me get you dressed up. I'll let you wear my clothes." He turned around and started rummaging through his closet. They had the same size, so it wasn't a problem. He grabbed a plain t-shirt, black trousers, and underwear, then tossed them to Fighter.
"What are these?" Fighter asked, puzzled.
"Wear them. I don't want you roaming around my home naked."
"I...I don't know how to..." Fighter admitted, looking embarrassed.
Saint looked at him, confused, then realized. "Oh damn, right. Angels don't wear things like this." He sighed loudly and approached Fighter, grabbing the clothes from his hands. He crouched down and set aside the t-shirt and trousers, leaving the underwear in his hands. Fighter removed the blanket covering him and tossed it towards the bed. Saint gulped, trying to keep his composure.
"What am I even doing," Saint mumbled, then started dressing Fighter as quickly as possible to preserve his sanity. After finishing with the trousers, he got up with the t-shirt in his hands.
"Raise your hands," he instructed. Fighter quickly raised his hands in the air. Saint sighed again, finding the situation absurd. He started to put the shirt on Fighter when suddenly Fighter pulled him close, wrapping his arms around Saint.
"Wh...what are you doing?" Saint tried to free himself.
"Stay still..." Fighter whispered. They went silent for a few seconds. "Your heart is beating fast too," Fighter said.
Saint managed to free himself by lightly pushing Fighter away. "What are you say—" But Fighter quickly grabbed his right hand and placed it on his bare chest. "Can you feel it?" Fighter asked.
Indeed, his heart was beating fast too. Saint's eyes went wide, and his skin turned visibly red. He blinked a few times, coming back to his senses, then slowly removed his hand from Fighter's chest. He cleared his dry throat and hurriedly finished putting the t-shirt on Fighter.
"I...I'll make breakfast," Saint stuttered. He couldn't believe he had said that, considering he could barely cook. But he was an expert at scrambled eggs and instant ramen. That would have to do for breakfast, since he mostly ate out or ordered in.
He made his way to the kitchen and started to beat the eggs, adding a pinch of salt. He turned on the stove and waited a few minutes to heat it up, then poured a little oil into the pan. After waiting a few seconds, he began to cook the eggs. He jumped slightly when he heard a surprised noise behind him. He looked back and saw Fighter's wide-eyed expression.
"W-what is that?" Fighter asked, eyes as wide as the egg.
Saint snorted, then turned back to cooking. "It's called scrambled eggs."
"Smells delicious!" Fighter exclaimed.
"Right," Saint replied with a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease.
When he was done cooking, he transferred the scrambled eggs onto a plate and set it on the table. He then grabbed two cups of ramen, poured the right amount of hot water into each, and closed the lids. Fighter silently followed and watched him.
"We wait for a few minutes, then we can eat," Saint explained.
"Ahhh," Fighter nodded, his face fascinated. Saint smiled at Fighter's expression. Cute, he thought.
"After breakfast, we'll go shopping."
"Sh...sh...shopping? What is that?" Fighter asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.
"Buying you clothes and all the necessary things since you'll be living with me now."
"Oh. Alright. Will you keep my identity a secret?" Fighter asked with a hint of concern.
"Of course!" Saint assured him.
"Thank you so much. I will protect you from everything then. I promise," Fighter said earnestly.
Saint chuckled softly, feeling a strange mix of amusement and comfort. "Let's eat first. We have a lot to do today."
