You recently moved to your grandfather's place in a snowy, godforsaken village. Or hasn't God forgotten it? As it turned out later, your grandfather was the principal of a school for angel boys and you decided to move into their dorm to be closer to your grandfather.

You shared a cozy, bright room with a boy named Oleander, but he always asked to be called "Olean", knowing that people would have a hard time pronouncing the angel's full name. He had no quirks, no wings or halo, but there was something that puzzled you.

Olean had already come out of the shower to you more than once, completely naked and relaxed, as if the word "shame" was not inherent to him. Although, perhaps it was, he was an angel after all. But he had nothing to be ashamed of, his body was beautiful.

But one day he told you to take a towel and soap and follow him. You thought he was going to show you the new shower or something, but instead he took you to the bathhouse where all the boys were washing themselves.

Of course it was quite a sight and you felt like you were already in the burning cauldron of Hell for your sinful thoughts in this holy place. Olean just smiled and waved at his friends, then sat down with you on the bench, untying the towel around his hips to fill a bowl with water from a container that looked like a sink, only low.