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the first time they'd video called, Micah would've described them as normal. hot, but normal looking. when they called him hot, he was tempted to shoot it back at them immediately. they had a strange aura about them, and he could feel it even over the call. unsettling, bright blue eyes and constricted, pinprick pupils. but his eyes were called unsettling often too, bright gold from his mother's side. so who was he to judge?
both of them traded jabs back and forth, and he learned their favorite food, their meticulous date plans, and.. how accepting of him they were.
he had ordered a burger to their location. which he found out after thoroughly hacking into their PC. online shopping doesn't exactly hide addresses well.
"you stalker." they dramatically hold their hand over their heart. "how'd you find me?"
Micah grins. that address was his as soon as he got in. "you act like finding your address wasn't childsplay." that burger should be arriving in a few minutes. "I'm sure you'll looove what I got you."
his angel sticks their tongue out playfully. "whatever, stalker."
cute. "aww, if seeing your stalker is what it takes for me to see you stick out your tongue out like this.. I'd gladly be your stalker any day." as soon as the words leave his mouth, Micah knows he's fucked up. how creepy was that? what kind of person said something like that, especially to someone you'd just met?
he has to save this. "consensually that is." Micah quickly forces out. shit. that sounds so suspicious. "I'd only be a consensual stalker." says the man who just ordered something to their address. that's creepy, Yujin. fuck. they're totally going to hate him now. he totally overstepped-
they laugh. only a small huff, but still a laugh.
"you're such a dork. I don't mind you stalking me."
how did he get so lucky again? right. they're... on the same wavelength as him. all the same, the words send a wave of relief crashing over him. they had to leave soon, but not without sending a picture of the food to him and a quick thanks.
the second time they video called, was after he baited them into clicking his icon with promises of skrunkly— even if she was two rooms away, fast asleep. not that they had to know that.
"you, me, and a randomly generated code."
with an invitation like that, how could he not? he sent them a password to hack, filled with a silly message, of course. and watching them slowly figure it out live was something he wasn't going to forget anytime soon.
...especially with that blue tongue peeking out.
maybe they'd just eaten a popsicle or something just earlier. it was an incredible blue, though. he should tell them to lay off the food full of dyes.
"permission to send you a gift?"
"you didn't ask for permission last time.. what's so special about this gift?"
what was so special about it was that it was a thirst trap. and that he had spent an hour last night trying to take the perfect one. and over half those pictures were taken when skrunkly had decided it was bedtime, and had came over to cuddle. near two hundred pictures just of skrunkly and him cuddled up in bed.
"it's a little more... provocative?"
his angel raises an eyebrow, clearly interested. "send it right now."
Micah gasps dramatically. "you're so naughty!"
they tilt their head. mocking him. "you're the one who asked."
"B-but still!"
he's blushing. he knows he's blushing. they point it out anyway, and he deflects it. they keep flustering him, with their stupid witty comebacks and teasing. it's his turn to fluster them with his expertly taken and edited picture.
"aaand, sent!"
he watched as their jaw dropped, mouth slightly agape as their eyes darted around looking at the picture he spammed all over their screen. those otherworldly blue eyes, staring at pictures of... him. those... three.. four? eyes on their face.
their cheeks were flushed pink, and there was another eye opening on their left one. on the right half, an eye had opened just above their eyebrow. four blue irises, darting around trying to focus on his picture. the picture of him he sent to them. Micah decides.. to pretend his surprised gasp wasn't what it actually was.
"what are you looking at, you pervert?"
they blink— all four eyes blink at him, and the two new ones blink themselves away.
"when did you take that picture..?"
Micah expertly avoids all the questions they hurl at him- it's a bit embarrassing admitting the amount of time he spent trying to get that picture perfect, actually. and he dangles pictures of skrunkly in front of them. as a treat.
and they had also said the picture wasn't bad. which was a win. a definite win, with the flush still on their cheeks. but then they decide to ask him-
"doyoureallythinkI'mhot?"
one of the eyes came back for that one. nice to know it wasn't just a visual glitch on his end. maybe his angel was hiding more secrets than he thought. still cute, though.
"yes."
"woah, you were really quick with that."
"easy when you're telling the truth."
they just stared at him. the third eye, too. abort. abort. this was getting embarrassing. who knew saying a line like that would be so embarrassing? his blush gets deeper and deeper as they just kept... staring. reveling in his embarrassment, maybe.
he sends another virus to their PC, to distract them from his squirming. it works... probably.
another hotkey, and he cues romantic music to play.
"soooooo.... angel. now that you've seen that.."
they look thoroughly unimpressed.
"doesn't it..."
his angel raises an eyebrow.
"make you want to kiss me."
"did you just— cue music just to flirt with me?"
Micah turns the music off. "oh.. you. noticed that?"
they look even more unimpressed. even the third eye looks unimpressed. "it was... pretty obvious."
"d-did.. you like it?"
"I liked the-"
Micah interrupts them. maybe it's best he doesn't hear what consolation they've got to say. "Wait! don't answer! I've reached my capacity for embarrassment today!"
he hurriedly reaches for end call. "I'll talk to you later!"
the third time they call, the two extra eyes are on full display. maybe they'd managed to get some sort of filter on their end, because he wasn't able to find any bugs in the code at all.
"Hypothetically. If someone were to— I don't know— make you a song."
they raise their eyebrow, interested.
"how willing would you be to hear it?"
he really was smitten, wasn't he? in deep enough love with a stranger he didn't even know the name of. even searching through their PC yielded no results. still, he loved them. and as he sang his song, they melted more and more, the light behind them almost becoming like a halo around their head.
"Micah, that was beautiful."
holy shit. he did it. he just— he had just indirectly told them that he liked them. indirectly, but still! he had to- god, he needed to recharge his social battery. now.
"not to say that I wish you could be here."
"but I wish you could be here."
...maybe he could.. go see them for a little bit. drop skrunkly off at his friend's house and.. take a plane? just for a few days.
MICAH YUJIN: ...do you want me to give you a lil stuffie?
LOSER: that's your big decision?
it might be impulsive of him. but when wasn't he an impulsive piece of shit? he checks online for plane tickets to their nearest airport.
LOSER: I'd like that. a lot.
fuck yes.
MICAH YUJIN: okay, then I'll have it for you in a couple of days!
he was really going to go do this, wasn't he? book an airplane just to go see them. his angel. he needs to start packing, probably. maybe book a hotel. but it would be nice if he could stay with them.
MICAH YUJIN: sweet dreams, angel.
Micah holds the stuffie tight, crouching against the wall of his angel's house. hopefully no neighbors call the police on him. because he's crouching outside the window ready to crawl in.
...like a stalker.
no time to doubt himself now.
MICAH YUJIN: remember that stuffie I promised you?
LOSER: yeah?
MICAH YUJIN: well, it's been delivered.
MICAH YUJIN: look outside your window.
when they open the window, Micah takes them in fully. they're angelic. literally. they look like a seraphim straight out of the bible.
six powdery white wings sprout out of their back, puffed out with surprise. and there are eyes littered all over their body, openings on their throat, arms and face. all the eyes blink at him.
the halo around their head glows in the afternoon light, and they just stare at him. amazed.
"Angel.."
"I fucking hate you."
there's so many things to process. he's here, meeting them in real life. they're an angel ripped straight from heaven. and they're. inviting him in.
"why don't we make that real then, yeah?"
Micah is inside their bedroom. cuddled up to them on their couch, and his hand finds its way to their wing. it's soft, like a well-groomed bird's. more downy than skrunkly's, he runs his hand down it curiously.
"...angel. you never told me anything about... y'know..?"
they raise an eyebrow. "hm?"
"your." Micah makes a vague gesture around his face. "eyes?"
"oh. I thought you knew."
Micah definitely didn't know.
"you called me 'Angel' when we first met. I thought you knew!"
"it was just a nickname!"
they bat at him with a wing, and he squawks. "a weirdly accurate nickname!"
"hey, I couldn't find your name anywhere! I even found your address before any I.D!"
even combing through their online history had no hints about their name. email addresses all used the same string of numbers. he couldn't find any Facebook pages about them, or any family texts. it was like they just appeared one day.
"yeah, that's because I don't have one, idiot."
"I'm sorry? am I the idiot for assuming you had a name?"
"yeah, you are." they stick their tongue out at him. it's blue.
"how many eyes do you have, angel?" Micah asks. there's four on their face, one on their throat, and— he averts his eyes. more under their clothes, probably.
"do you want to find out, Micah?"
he knew this was going to happen. they wriggle their eyebrows. teasing him, as he blushes red-hot in the face. "y-you!!"
"me?"
"you're such a tease!"
they grin. evil. evil. the cheesy rom-com fades into the background when they lean on him, hugging him with their wings. the halo adjusts itself to avoid his mortal body.
"you're so cute."
"I've got like.. seventeen? maybe."
"you don't know how many eyes you have?"
"I've never bothered to count, I guess."
silence falls on them both when the conversation slows.
"..I think they're cool."
"really?"
"yeah. who else can say that his partner is a super hot angel?"
they smile. all the eyes trained on him glint playfully.
"well, I'm the only one in the world that can say that their partner is the one and only.."
they tap their hand on the table.
"the Micah Yujin?"
they both laugh, and Micah is having the time of his life. a literal angel as a partner. who knew.