Advent Calendar, Part 7

 

7

“No, no, no, no!” Mizuki waved his hands in front of himself, in complete denial of what had just been presented to him. “You don’t honestly expect me to believe that you’re….That the….that… Do you think I’m stupid?”
“Not at all…” the man replied, standing from the bed.
The hairs stood in the back of Mizuki’s neck. While the other male had been sitting down, he hadn’t been able to see much of his naked form but now…
He shrieked, throwing his wet sweater at the man. “Put some clothes on at least!”
The intruder came closer, his gaze still as oddly warm, fixated at Mizuki. He did however, have the decency to wrap the sweater around his lower half, though…. It kind of clung to him in a rather flattering way, and probably didn’t offer much coverage in the back.
“I don’t,” said the man, his lips curving into a slight smile. “Anyone would have a hard time accepting it.”
The student had no idea what to reply to that. There was a strange, unclad man in his house, trying to convince him that he was actually the plant Mizuki had received from some old man in a costume, and frankly, he was starting to wonder if this was all some kind of strange dream. Was he really this overworked?
“Please….” He started, balling up his fists at his side, trying to look confident. “Just leave, okay? You obviously haven’t stolen anything, so just leave. I won’t report you, alright?”
“Leave?” the man with the red hair knit his brow. He looked confused.
Mizuki regarded him nervously. Could it be he was some kind of basket case? In that case, what if he was dangerous? You never knew. He swallowed hard.
“Yeah like…get your clothes on, and leave. Okay?”
The red haired male shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“This is my home.”
“Uh.” Mizuki took a step back as the man approached him. “No, I’m sorry but…”
“You brought me here, Mizuki.”
“How do you even-“ Mizuki broke himself off. “Stop this nonsense already! Get out!”
The man shook his head, and took one, giant step towards him, placing his hands on Mizuki’s shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes. “I won’t.” he said. His eyes were digging into Mizuki’s, but they weren’t hard or even callous; the dark green was full of warmth. “I won’t. I am supposed to be here. I have a mission.”
“A mission?” Mizuki echoed, staring back at him. He didn’t make any attempts to remove the man’s surprisingly warm hands from his shoulders, or to get away from him. He stood still, looking back at him, completely at a loss for what to do.
“Yes. I’m here on a mission.” The other man repeated. “Also…”
He cocked his head to the side, grinning widely. “I don’t have any clothes!”

***TBC***

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