They finished their breakfast with Saint giggling at Fighter's fascination with the food. Fighter even snatched Saint's scrambled eggs and shoved them into his mouth in one go, eliciting more laughter from Saint.
Fighter followed Saint everywhere around the house as he prepared for shopping. When Saint went to his room to change, he quickly slammed the door closed, causing Fighter to hit his nose against the wooden door. Saint heard Fighter hiss in pain, which made him laugh.
"Give me a minute, I'm going to change," Saint yelled loud enough for Fighter to hear.
After changing, Saint emerged and found Fighter waiting patiently. Saint was thankful that he had a spare pair of sandals he had bought a few weeks ago, and he let Fighter wear them. They fit surprisingly well.
"Alright, let's go," Saint said, leading the way out. Fighter followed closely, still fascinated by everything around him.
They headed down to the parking lot where Saint's red Lexus LC500 was parked. Fighter's mouth hung open in astonishment. Saint chuckled and opened the front passenger door.
"Get in," he said.
Fighter immediately complied, looking around in awe at the impressive interior of the car. He had never seen anything like it before.
"What is this...red thing?" Fighter asked while fondling the black leather steering wheel.
"This is a Lexus. My late father gave it to me as a graduation gift," Saint explained.
"That is my friend!" Fighter beamed at the mention of his friend.
"Wait...you already have a friend?" Saint asked, confused.
"Yeah. He is the best of the best friends I've ever met up there. Now, I'm missing him," Fighter pouted. Saint smiled at the pouting angel.
"So cute," Saint mumbled, but Fighter heard him.
"Cute? What is cute?" Fighter asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Now, sit straight. I'll teach you how to fasten the seatbelt," Saint said, ignoring the question. He reached for the seatbelt and started instructing Fighter on how to fasten it.
Once Fighter was securely buckled in, Saint got into the driver's seat and started the engine. "Ready for your first shopping trip?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Fighter replied, excitement lighting up his face.
Saint pulled out of the parking lot, feeling a strange mix of responsibility and anticipation for the day ahead.
They reached the shopping mall, and Fighter's hands were tightly wrapped around Saint's arm, a little scared of the bustling crowd walking in different directions. Saint led him gently through the mall, buying clothes and necessary items for his new roommate. They also picked up fruits, snacks, drinks, and some dairy products to fill his almost empty refrigerator.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," Saint reassured Fighter, noticing his nervousness.
A bunny head plushy caught Fighter's attention, and he ran towards it, yelling Saint's name, then hugged it like it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.
"Fighter, where are you going?" Saint followed him in a panic, but his worry dissipated when he saw Fighter hugging the plushy.
"You like this?" Saint smiled at Fighter.
"Very much! I want this. It looks like you!" Fighter held the plushy up next to Saint's face. "So adorable!"
Saint couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, we'll get it." He bought the plushy, and Fighter hugged him with happiness right in front of the crowd. Saint was caught off guard by the sudden contact, feeling a warm sensation in his chest that made him blush.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(Bunny head plush)
"Thank you so much, Saint!" Fighter said, beaming with joy.
"You're welcome," Saint replied, his blush deepening. "Now, let's head home."
Before heading home, they stopped at a fast-food chain where Fighter curiously pointed at the huge red bee displayed outside.
"Jollibee it is then," Saint said, parking his car.
They were about to enter the restaurant when Fighter stopped and mimicked the gesture of the Jollibee statue near the entrance. Eyes from people dining and passing by were on him. Saint covered his face in embarrassment and quickly dragged Fighter inside.
"That was fun, Saint," Fighter giggled later, biting into his fried chicken drumstick.
"That was embarrassing, Fighter," Saint shook his head, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
They went home and unpacked all the things they bought earlier. Saint patiently explained to Fighter what each item was for and how and when to use them. After the unpacking and explanations, Saint settled himself on the sofa and turned on his laptop to work on the report due early the next day. Meanwhile, Fighter's attention was captured by the television, and he hugged his bunny plushy, which he had named supsup on their way home earlier.
Saint worked diligently on his report while occasionally glancing over at Fighter, who seemed mesmerized by the TV show. The contrast between their activities—Saint focused on work and Fighter immersed in simple pleasures—brought a smile to Saint's face. He felt a sense of warmth knowing that Fighter was safe and comfortable in his home.
___
As the night fell, Saint was just about to finish working on his report. He had planned to complete it in the morning, but an unexpected guest had disrupted his schedule. There were so many questions he wanted to ask the angel, but the timing didn't feel right.
He clicked the save button and shut down his laptop. Stretching his hands, he massaged his tech neck and glanced to his left, finding his new roommate sleeping soundly with supsup in his embrace. A smile flickered across Saint's face. He placed his laptop on the coffee table and opened his phone to order dinner for them. He decided on Khao Pod Tod (corn cake), Chicken Satay, Gaeng Daeng (red curry), and two cups of rice. After placing the order, he headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Saint wore his pajamas and dried his hair with a hand towel before heading to the living room where Fighter was sleeping. He crouched down in front of the sofa and gently tried to wake Fighter.
"Fight?" Saint lightly shook his shoulder, but there was no response.
"Fight!" This time, he shook Fighter's shoulder with a bit more force.
Fighter slowly opened his eyes, looking straight into Saint's brown orbs through his crusty eyes.
"C'mon, get up and shower while we wait for our dinner," Saint said casually, brushing his wet hair with his fingers.
Fighter didn't move, just gazing at Saint's face. Saint noticed Fighter staring and furrowed his brows, wondering if something was wrong.
"Fighter?" Saint prompted again when Fighter didn't respond, still lost in thought.
"Hey," Saint added, but Fighter seemed to be daydreaming.
"Is something on my face?" Saint asked, touching his face to check, but everything seemed fine. He furrowed his eyebrows again in confusion.
"Gorgeous," Fighter murmured.
"Hmm?" Saint questioned, not hearing Fighter clearly.
"Oh...? Oh, nothing!" Fighter replied nervously, sitting up straight and clearing his throat, but then he choked on his own saliva.
"Hey, hey. Wait, I'm gonna get you some water," Saint said, immediately fetching a glass of water for Fighter. Fighter drank it in one go.
"Are you feeling okay?" Saint asked, concerned.
"Yes... Thank you," Fighter replied with a smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..."
"Okay then, get up and shower. Our dinner will arrive soon."
After Fighter showered, their dinner arrived promptly. Fighter couldn't stop complimenting the mouthwatering dishes, his eyes sparkling with every bite.
"The taste is out of this world!" Fighter exclaimed, clearly enjoying the food.
