Walking on Sunshine

Chapter II

When the roosters outside crow at the arrival of morning, I squirm in my seat as I yawn and stretch the remaining remnants of slumber off my limbs. I take my glasses from where I've left them on the windowsill and put them on, rendering the blurry splotches of color clear before my very eyes. I look at the clock on the wall and see that it's already half past ten. I get up from the arm chair and walk sluggishly towards the bed to wake my extraterrestrial guest up.

"Good morning, Viktor—"And from where I stand, I can clearly see that he was sleeping curled up on my bed with a pillow wedged between his legs. The man was as naked as the day he was born. His clothes were long forgone and strewn on the floor. Viktor groaned as he shifted his position on the bed and turned to his right, looking utterly defenseless as he exposes his ass to my eyes.

I grab the blanket from where it lay bunched up at his feet and hastily drape it over him before I pop a blood vessel or something else. I inhale and take a deep breath as I head out of the room to head to the kitchen and make breakfast.

As I finish plating up a simple breakfast of eggs, toast and bacon on the table, Viktor pokes out his head from the doorway of my room and yawns as he walks sleepily towards me, devoid of clothes.

"Wow, it smells so good!" He sniffs at the air and takes a deep inhale of the scent wafting through the air. "Is this breakfast?"

"V-V-Viktor, put your clothes on!" I practically yell at him with my face as hot as a skillet as he shows up for breakfast with his dick dangling casually between his legs.

"It restricts my movement too much," he complains with a grumble as he pulls out a chair from underneath the table and seats his bare ass on it. "Besides, I can just shapeshift clothes onto my body."

"W-What?!" I recall the incidents that had to do with Viktor's nudity and how I could've saved myself the embarrassment if only he'd informed me sooner. "Why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

"You didn't ask," he answers with that heart-shaped smile of his as he morphs an oversized blue shirt and black shorts onto his body—an exact replica of what I'm wearing at the moment. I roll the ball of my palm against my forehead and huffed in relief as he was finally clothed. Or was he?

"If you could shapeshift clothes onto your body all along," I begin as I sit across him beside the table. "Why were you naked when I found you in the forest?"

"Because I wanted to be!" He replies brightly as if it was the most normal thing in the world and chuckles. I knew it. This guy was a nudist.

"Well, alright, Viktor." I take a piece of toast and smear some strawberry jam in it. He does the same. "If you're going to be living here, then you should always have clothes on except for when you bathe." I take a bite of my piece of bread and he follows my actions. "What if somebody comes over and sees you naked? People will think I'm a pervert for letting a guest walk around the house naked!"

"Pervert?" He says as he stabs a piece of bacon with his fork. "What about that book with naked people I found underneath your bed?"

I feel a cold chill wash over my entire body. "Well, I—"

"And what about those long wobbly things I found that look like—"

"S-Stop!" I reach across the table frantically to place my hand over his mouth to shush him. My face feels hotter than hell itself. "You shouldn't look through people's stuff, it's rude!"

He nods in understanding and I remove my hand from his face. "But you know, Yuuri, you shouldn't be embarrassed about things like that." Says the one who walks around naked without a care. "Everyone has a secret or two after all!" He wiggles his finger in front of me and stuffs his face with bacon.