Saint washed the dishes they had used during dinner while Fighter laughed heartily at something on the television. Saint couldn't help but smile as he listened to Fighter's spontaneous laughter. His apartment, once quiet and somewhat dingy, now felt alive and vibrant with Fighter's presence. Having an unexpected roommate wasn't so bad after all. Initially worried about how to handle having a companion, Saint reflected on his past. He had never had siblings and during his college years, he had lived alone in a dormitory. In other words, he was an introvert.
But now, as he listened to Fighter's laughter echoing through the apartment, Saint realized that having someone around brought a sense of warmth and companionship that he hadn't known he needed. He finished washing the dishes with a contented sigh, grateful for the lively presence of his new roommate.
Saint was carefully sponging the knife he had used to peel a kiwi earlier, but it slipped in his soapy hands, causing a small cut on his index finger. He hissed and moaned in pain as he rinsed the cut with water. Fighter heard him and immediately came over, concerned.
"What happened?" Fighter asked, his expression filled with worry.
"I'm fine. It's just a small cu—"
"Let me see," Fighter interrupted gently, grabbing Saint's hand to inspect the cut.
"It's not small, Saint," Fighter remarked, leading him to sit on the sofa to tend to the cut.
"I'm alright, Fight," Saint insisted, but Fighter shushed him and carefully placed Saint's hand on his palm.
"I'm going to heal it, but first, please, don't freak out," Fighter said firmly. Saint nodded nervously.
"I want to hear you, Saint," Fighter requested.
"Y-yes, Fight," Saint replied, feeling apprehensive about what was about to happen. He reminded himself that Fighter wasn't human.
Fighter closed his eyes, holding Saint's hand gently. Sensing Saint's tension, he whispered, "Relax, Saint."
"O-okay," Saint replied nervously, his eyes wide open, anticipating what would happen next.
Fighter took a deep breath, and his necklace resting on his chest glowed with a blue light. Exhaling slowly, the sides of Saint's cut on his finger also began to shimmer with a matching blue glow. Saint gasped in awe, feeling a sense of wonder similar to the night he had first encountered this angelic being.
Seconds later, when Fighter opened his eyes, the blue glowing lights and Saint's cut disappeared all at once.
"Wow..." Saint finally managed to say in amazement. He glanced at Fighter, who was smiling brightly at him. Saint's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Fighter's crescent moon-shaped eyes.
"T-thank you. H-how?" Saint stuttered, still in disbelief.
"I was trained as a healer for six months up there," Fighter explained softly, gently caressing Saint's hand.
"Your hand is soft like velvet," Fighter complimented, carefully placing Saint's hand back in his lap and giving him a smile.
Saint felt like his heart was about to explode from Fighter's compliment. He avoided looking directly at Fighter and remembered the dishes he had left unfinished.
"Oh, the dishes," Saint said hastily as he got up.
"I'll do it," Fighter offered, but Saint was quick to continue his chores. Fighter stood beside him.
"I'll just watch you then," Fighter added with a smile. Saint nodded.
"Sure. Watch and learn so that it's your turn next time."
"I'm a fast learner, Saint," Fighter replied playfully.
Saint rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile as Fighter chuckled beside him. Working side by side with Fighter, Saint found himself enjoying the company and the easy banter between them. It was a stark contrast to the solitude he had grown accustomed to.
After washing the dishes, they returned to the living room.
"You sleep on the bed, Fight," Saint suggested.
"How about you?" Fighter replied.
"I'm fine here," Saint pointed at the sofa next to him.
"Your bed is huge, Saint. We can sleep together," Fighter countered casually.
"What?!" Saint was taken aback by Fighter's suggestion.
"What, what, Saint?" Fighter questioned innocently.
"That's your bed, Saint. The owner should sleep on the bed too. If you're uncomfortable, I'll sleep on the sofa," Fighter insisted, motioning towards the couch.
"No. We s-sleep together. I mean, sleep next to you," Saint said, blushing slightly. "C'mon, let's brush our teeth." He hurriedly changed the subject, causing Fighter to get up right away.
Saint patiently taught Fighter how to brush his teeth. Fighter couldn't contain his giggles as Saint guided him through the process. Saint couldn't help but feel like he was babysitting a big baby, but seeing Fighter's infectious smile made him chuckle too.
They finally settled themselves on the bed with supsup, the bunny plushy between them. There was a long silence, just the two of them lying on their backs and staring at the white ceiling above.
"Fight?" Saint called softly, breaking the silence.
"Hmm?" Fighter hummed in reply.
"Why are you here?" Saint asked carefully, rubbing his finger that had been cut earlier. He had been wondering about this since Fighter had arrived in his life.
"I have no idea, either," Fighter answered honestly.
"After I completed my training for healing and fighting—"
"You're a fighter?" Saint interrupted, curious.
Fighter looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Isn't it obvious, Saint?" He smirked.
"Oh. Your name is Fighter. Of course, you're a fighter," Saint chuckled softly at his own realization.
"As I was saying, after I completed the training for almost a year, I was told by my superior that I needed to be sent here. I refused, not understanding why. I even cried; I didn't want to be apart from my friends there and to be alone in an unfamiliar world. And then, when I opened my eyes, I was here without any explanation or whatsoever," Fighter shared, his expression thoughtful.
"Luckily, I descended into good hands," he added, glancing at Saint. Saint, who had been looking at Fighter intently the whole time, averted his eyes back to the ceiling.
"I think you have a mission to complete here," Saint stated quietly.
"That, I don't know. I'm waiting for my lord's words. Let's sleep now, Saint. You told me you have work early tomorrow."
"Oh, right. Let's."
"Thank you," Fighter whispered sincerely.
"Hmm."
And soon they both fell into a deep slumber, supsup nestled between them, bringing warmth and comfort to Saint's previously quiet apartment.
