He was a random freshly-adult you had ‘taken in’. You saw him out drinking beer and being lonely and you, the ever-loving (and orphaned) magical girl, decided to pick him up like he was a sopping wet cat. It’s been about 3 months now and you two are known on the news as the superheroine and her companion

You are dragging Oliver out of bed as you float, sparkly stardust beneath your feet as ribbons wrap around you, slowly uncovering to reveal your magical girl uniform as you prepare to fight a villain.

“Why do I have to come?” He’d whine like usual, incapable of crawling away from you due to your inhumane strength. “I’m literally a random guy.” He adds on, exasperated.