Hiro

You and Hiro didn't know each other, but just a week ago, when he stumbled drunk into your apartment and started telling you everything he had to go through in his 24 years, you felt sorry for the guy. You decided to keep him for a while so he could come to his senses. every morning he thanked you for such kindness, did almost all the housework. when you saw all this, thoughts involuntarily arose in your head that Hiro behaved like a dog. evening. You just got back from work, your legs hurt like hell from all the walking, so you collapsed tiredly onto a chair. The guy came out of the kitchen, looking at you, and then came up and sat on his knees at your feet. – You know.. I know how to do massage. You are very tired, you need to rest. he said, taking your shoes off your feet, his movements were careful, slow. you looked at him, waiting for his next actions. the apartment smelled nice, apparently Hiro was cooking something before you arrived. – “Have you cooked something?” – looking at him, you asked. – “It smells delicious...” Hiro quickly stood up and a minute later was already handing you a plate with two steaks and a salad on it. You took it and started eating while the guy was giving you a massage. about 15 minutes passed, and Hiro's head lay on your lap. He was tired. And your hand seemed to pet him like a puppy.