Adam the First (Ancient)

A Test of Admission

This chapter has not been fully reviewed. I was in a rush because there's a play that I had to do for school. Please enjoy this release as much as you can. And if any of you see any misspellings or grammatical errors, then notify me post-haste so that I can rectify the mistake.

I might decide to release Omakes or spoilers if the need calls for it.

Also, one person had it all wrong about the relationships of Adam. I might give him some intimate moments with a bunch of girls, but there's only one pairing that will make it to the end. Not counting the other side pairings.

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Adam woke with a groan, his body aching as he tossed and turned on the bare bed frame beneath him. The absence of a mattress had turned sleep into a trial of endurance, and he felt every bruise from the night before. He could barely recall how he'd gotten here — his body had operated on instinct, dragging him through the door and unceremoniously collapsing onto the unforgiving bed with a heavy thud. Now, all he was left with was a foggy memory and a throbbing back.

His eyes swept across the room, and it hit him how barren it truly was. A wardrobe in the corner, a large but equally unwelcoming bed frame, and a small bathroom off to the side. The basics of student living. A far cry from the luxurious home he'd once known in the Heavens. Gone were the silk sheets, the opulent furnishings, the comforts he'd once taken for granted. Now, it was all stripped away, and he had to start from nothing.

"Father frickin' dang it!" Adam muttered loudly, his frustration bubbling to the surface, still unable to properly curse. The minimalist lifestyle wasn't new to him, but after centuries of comfort, adjusting to this new reality was... jarring. The thought made him sigh deeply, running a hand through his hair as he sat up. He'd have to make do with the straw-stuffed bedding for now. Better than sleeping on the cold floor, at least.

"I know, I know. Stop screaming in my ears," Adam grumbled, swinging his legs off the bed. He was alone for the most part, thankful for the peace. But as his eyes flickered to the windowsill, he remembered he wasn't entirely alone. There was something else in the room with him.

"Do you have to be so loud this early?" he muttered, groaning again as he peeled himself off the bed and dragged himself to the bathroom. After a quick but much-needed hot shower, steam filled the small space as he exited, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. The warmth did wonders to ease his stiff muscles, and he found himself feeling just a little more like himself.

"Look, just lay off for a second," he mumbled as he rifled through the wardrobe for clothes. Despite the chaos of yesterday, his outfit was still in relatively good shape, so he threw it back on while also putting on the crown of flowers Lilly made him yesterday. Dressed and slightly more awake, he finally turned his attention to the source of the morning's racket.

He approached the window, where a small potted plant sat on the ledge. The tiny sprout inside seemed almost too full of life for its size, shaking as though it was trying to get his attention.

"Listen," Adam said, leaning closer to the sapling, "I didn't forget. I'll bring you something nice when I get back later, alright? Just don't throw a tantrum while I'm gone."

The little plant stilled, its leaves rustling softly in response. Adam smiled, grabbing a spray bottle and spritzing the sprout with water. "There. Photosynthesize your little heart out. Grow up big and strong for me, yeah?"

Another small rustle from the plant, and Adam gently petted its tiny leaves before heading for the door. "Catch you later," he called over his shoulder as he left, the sapling now content, tilting toward the sunlight.