heavens decent one shots

A trip to the supermarket

**One-Shot:**

The soft chime of the doorbell announced the arrival of Elia and Seraphiel at the corner store, a cozy little place filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the faint hum of music playing in the background. Elia glanced around, excitement dancing in his eyes.

"Do you need anything specific?" Elia asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. His casual demeanor masked the flutter of nerves he felt being out with Seraphiel, whose presence still left him a little breathless.

Seraphiel smiled, his gaze sweeping over the shelves lined with colorful products. "Just some snacks for our next art session. I'm curious about what you like."

Elia chuckled, his heart warming at the thought of their time together. "You're in for a treat. I have a weakness for anything sweet-especially chocolate. And chips. Can't forget the chips."

As they wandered down the snack aisle, Elia picked up a bag of his favorite chips and tossed it into the basket they were sharing. Seraphiel's eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched Elia's enthusiasm.

"Do you always have this much energy when you shop?" Seraphiel teased.

"Only when I'm with someone interesting," Elia replied, a playful grin on his face. "And I think you qualify."

Seraphiel felt a blush creep up his cheeks, a warmth flooding through him that felt entirely new. "Well, I'm glad to be of service."

They continued exploring the aisles, their laughter mingling with the soft background music. Elia grabbed a few chocolate bars, holding them up like trophies. "These are essential for creativity!"

"Are they now?" Seraphiel raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. "I might need to take notes."

"Definitely," Elia said, his tone mock-serious. "You wouldn't want to miss out on the secret to my artistic genius."

As they approached the checkout, Elia noticed a small display of paintbrushes and canvases. His heart raced at the sight, and he felt compelled to share. "I've been wanting to try some new techniques. Maybe we could paint together sometime?"

"I'd love that," Seraphiel replied, his sincerity evident. "It would be a great way to learn from you."

Elia's heart soared at the thought. "Alright, then! It's a date," he said, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Once they checked out, they walked outside, the cool evening air refreshing against their skin. Elia glanced sideways at Seraphiel, his thoughts racing. "So, do you want to tell me more about your art background? I'm still curious about how you see the world."

Seraphiel shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "I've always admired art from a distance, but I've never really created anything myself. I think I see beauty in ways that are... different from most."

Elia nodded, intrigued. "You should definitely give it a try. I think you'd have a unique perspective to share."

As they strolled down the street, Elia couldn't help but feel a deeper connection forming between them. "By the way, I know we've been going by different names, but it feels strange not to call you by your real one. Seraphiel suits you, but I like saying 'Elia' even more."

Seraphiel nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "I agree. Let's drop the pretenses. I'm Seraphiel, and you're Elia. Just two guys enjoying a beautiful evening."

"Exactly," Elia said, his heart racing as he turned to face Seraphiel. "Just us. No secrets-just the two of us."