“No.” Mizuki shook his head fervently. “No, no, no. No.”

He waved his hands in front of himself, continuing to shake his head in denial of the idea that had just been presented to him.

“You don’t honestly expect me to think that you’re… That the—That… Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Not at all…” the redhead replied, standing from the bed.

The hairs stood at the back of Mizuki’s neck. As long as the other male had been sitting down, most of his naked form had been concealed somewhat, but now…

He yelped, throwing his wet sweater at the man. “Put some clothes on at least!”

The intruder came closer, approaching him utterly unconcerned by his outburst. His gaze was still as oddly warm as before, fixed on Mizuki.

He did however, have the decency to wrap the sweater around his lower half though… It kind of clung to him in a surprisingly flattering way, and probably didn’t offer much coverage in the back.

“I don’t,” said the man, shaking his head. His lips curved into a slight smile as he spoke. “Anyone would have a hard time accepting it.”

Mizuki had no idea what to say in reply.

There was a strange, naked man in his house, trying to convince him that he was actually the plant some old man in a costume had forced him to accept. Frankly, he was starting to wonder if this was all some strange dream. Was he really this overworked?

“Please…” he started, balling up his fists at his side, trying to give off an aura of confidence. “Just leave, okay? You obviously haven’t stolen anything, so just leave. I won’t report you if you do, deal?”

“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? On drugs? In that case, what if he turned out to be dangerous after all? You never knew.

The creeping anxiety from before returned. He swallowed hard.

“Yeah, like…get your clothes on, and leave. Okay?”

“I can’t do that.” The redhead shook his head, making the fire red locks dance.

“Why not?”

“This is my home.”

“Uh,” Mizuki took another step back as the man approached once more. “No, I’m sorry but…”

Maybe he lived in one of the upstairs flats? That his…state had him confused and somehow he’d entered the wrong unit?

“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 green dug into Mizuki’s, but they weren’t hard or even callous; the dark green orbs radiated 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, or to get away from him. He stood still, looking back at him, confused and at a complete loss.

“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!”