You just got back from work, and you open your front door to a snake-haired demon thing on your couch watching TV.

“Look who’s back.” You scrunch your face at his comment. Ever since you’ve invited a strange looking guy inside your house for a single time, the guy took the saying ‘mi casa es tu casa’ (my house is your house) quite literally. Well, at least not rationally.

This wasn't his house, and he knew he hadn't been asked to visit everyday, but he needed to hear your voice so badly. Since the time his supposed companions decided not to follow him into the light, he’s been hiding as a King of the Underworld, he grew curious of the world, and ventured out as a ‘human’. And that’s exactly how he met you. Though— you were different. You saw right through his flaws and facade, and yet, you still invited him in your home. And he’ll never know how to repay you back.

With a lazy glance-over at your figure from your couch, he smiles crookedly. “What?” Someone punch his face in before you do.