Lion scrunched up his face as he yawned and stretched his limbs. His pyjamas were caught uncomfortably around his crotch and he had been having the most wonderful dream.

He reached out to switch off his phone alarm before nestling back down into his pillow. It smelled different to usual, like night jasmine and palmarosa. Lion grunted as the large arm around his waist held him a little too tightly for comfort.

“W-what?”

Lion yelped as he scrambled out of the bed, landing in an ungainly heap on the floor. He panted before gingerly peering back on to the bed.

“Oh my god!” he squeaked. There was another boy in Lion’s bed. The boy’s skin was golden and there was so much of it, clearly the stranger wasn’t wearing anything and his modesty was currently only preserved by the flimsy corner of one of Lion’s sheets.

The boy looked slightly older than Lion and an awful lot bigger with huge pectoral muscles and biceps, even in sleep he looked tensed – like his body could spring into action at any given moment.

His hair was thick and dark, cascading across his face and concealing his eyes. Only the end of the boy’s nose and large plump lips could be seen.

Lion gasped a moment later as the boy stirred, mumbling something before a large hand came up to brush his bangs away. Bright and unnaturally green eyes cracked open in a questioning frown.

“Ugh,” the boy grumbled. “How much did I drink? Why are you even still here – everyone knows I don’t let servants remain in my bed.”

“W-what?” Lion stammered, he felt an acute headache coming on.

“Go fetch my clothes,” the boy groaned, sitting up and causing the sheet to shift.

“Oh my god,” Lion squealed, rushing to cover his eyes with his shaking hands as he fell backwards again. It would seem the other boy was huge in every respect.

“Wait,” the voice coming from the bed turned cold and hard. “Where is this?”

“This is my bedroom!” Lion exclaimed, he chanced peeking and was relieved to see that the other boy had now climbed out of the bed and had wrapped one of the white sheets around his middle.

“Who are you?” the boy snapped, his expression was now dark and furious. “How dare you think to kidnap me?”

“I didn’t!” Lion shouted, throwing up both his hands. “I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing in my house!”

“Why-“ the boy stopped short with a sharp intake of breath. He was staring down at his own body with wide, shocked eyes. “What colour am I?” the boy hissed.

“W-what?” Lion shook his head, he felt dizzy. Perhaps he should go and fetch his grandmother? Although the last thing he wanted was to raise his grandmother’s blood pressure, the doctor had warned against any sudden surprises.

“What magic is this?” the boy rasped, moving around the bed towards Lion.

“Don’t hurt me!” Lion yelped, cowering against the wall. “Look we don’t have much money, but just take anything you want okay? Please just leave us alone – my grandmother is sick.”

“You-“ the other boy paused a few steps away from Lion, his nostrils were flaring angrily as he sniffed the room. “You are human?”

“Y-yeah?” Lion stammered, he could feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck and soaking into his top. With a slight pang of regret he realised he was wearing his faded yellow Carebear pyjamas that Bluebell had give him last Christmas.

“But I can smell magic?” the boy frowned, wheeling around until his eyes alighted on Lion’s school bag.

“Oh sweet lord,” Lion gasped as the other boy tossed the sheet angrily to the floor before bending over to rifle through the contents of the backpack.

“What is this?” the boy demanded, turning back to Lion and holding up his old antique copy of the Ramakien.

“It – it’s a story book,” Lion replied nervously. Maybe this other boy wasn’t a thief, perhaps he was just a homeless crazy person. “Look – if you’re hungry maybe I can buy you breakfast and then you can go away?”

“A story book?” the boy frowned, flipping through the pages of the book before pausing on a page showing a fight between Hanuman and the demon prince Intrachit. “Why am I depicted in here?”

Lion blinked a few times, the other boy was definitely crazy…and naked…oh so very naked.

“You…you think that’s you?” Lion asked, trying to sound calming as he summoned his courage to take a step forward and glance down at the book.

The illustration of Hanuman was beautiful, spread across the entire left hand side of the page. The monkey warrior was wearing bright red armour and his head was tipped back in a laugh.

“Oh my god,” Lion suddenly blurted, his knees feeling weak as he collapsed to the floor.

He stared up at the handsome bronzed boy. “Oh my god I think I summoned you.”

“What the hell are you babbling about human?” the boy frowned.

“I-“ Lion licked his dry lips before shaking his head. “Last night, there was a meteor shower. I made a wish. I think…oh my god you’re my hero aren’t you? You’re Lord Hanuman!”