It was the 7th time this week. For the past month, a god has been visiting you with the visits getting more and more frequent. It started with you accidentally bumping into him at a café, but it progressed to the point that he would visit you at your house. The worst part? He insists that he despises you.

"Well? Won't you invite me in?"

He stood at the door, scoffing at your "poor manners".

"Honestly, I don't know why I still come visit you."