Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

Micheal was pissed and Noah, well... He was simply oblivious. He claimed to have no idea how he got out of his clothes and how he got into Micheal’s bed.

He was just as confused as Micheal, only... Micheal wasn’t exactly confused as he had discovered Noah had a bad sleepwalking habit.

It was like there was a pervy and shameless personality that laid dormant and only attacked Micheal when the present Noah was asleep or unconscious.

’Does he go around sexually harassing anyone close by after falling asleep?’ Micheal wondered, but he could not find an answer since Noah had lost his memory.

And then, an idea hit him.

’Wait, what if Noah was actually such a pervert and losing his memory gave him a chance to turn a new leaf?’ he slammed his fist on realization. ’That could be it.’ he thought but then realized how absurd that would be since Noah was an Alpha of a possibly powerful pack.

So, he was probably reputable and not a pervert.

’Tsk, I almost felt better thinking bad of him.’ he thought and looked at Noah who was trying to work the mobile vacuum cleaner.

It was a little round robotic vacuum that made Michael’s life a lot easier. It also had a timer, so he could let it clean till its set time to stop.

But he wouldn’t teach Noah about the timer function yet and let him wait on the vacuum.

"I think this vacuum has a timer function." Noah suddenly said, busting Micheal’s burble.

"Tsk, I don’t need you to tell me that. Of course, I know that." Micheal grumbled. "Leave it. Don’t use the timer yet. You might mess it up."

"Alright."

Micheal was slouched on the couch, resting his face on his good hand while his unfortunate arm rested on his body.

Noah turned on the vacuum and then watched it spin around, moving around the house slowly and picking up every speck of dust.

"See, even a robot cleans better than you, Noah. You have to work hard if you don’t want to be deemed useless." Micheal taunted him and Noah nodded, taking it seriously.

"I will do my best." He said and his eyes fell on the cast. "Are you okay?"

"Hm, I don’t know, maybe if I had that amazing healing ability of yours, I’d be super okay." Micheal said. "But unfortunately," he moved his cast arm a bit and sighed. "...I’m only human."

"I hope you get better." Noah said, forgetting the words, ’I’m sorry’. Well, Micheal expected it. Noah wasn’t the type who would apologize.

He probably doesn’t know how to apologize.

That day went on quite smoothly than the previous day. It was less chaotic and Micheal even thought Noah had to clean up while standing next to him. Thanks to his arm, he couldn’t demonstrate, but he was able to correct him when he made mistakes.

They ordered takeouts three times that say since Micheal could not cook,, and he wouldn’t dare attempt with one hand since he hated the idea of adding one more injury to his body.

But then, a problem found its way to Micheal. It was time to take a bath.

He stood in front of the bathroom with his shirt and briefs on. He hadn’t been able to take off the shirt he slept with because of his arm. The pharmacist warned him about moving his arm needlessly.

"Just great. Am I going to have to stay like this without taking my bath for a week?" He mumbled. "Hm, that’s not much of a bad idea but... I feel uncomfortable."

He wasn’t able to take his bath that morning even after sweating buckets from a dream he could not remember, so he had to take his bath before going to bed this time

And then he heard Noah’s heavy footsteps approaching. He turned his head towards the direction and watched Noah approach. He stopped in front of Micheal and said,

"I’ve come to help."

Micheal clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes away.

The very reason he was in this mess was because he was so persistent about helping him scrub his back. And he didn’t even ask for his help.

"And if I refuse?" Micheal asked, daring him to see what he would do next, and then Noah stepped closer.

"Then I guess you’re planning to go to bed like that." Noah said with a straight face. "If so, then don’t mind me."

’Oh, would you look at that? He decided not to be persistent for no reason and chose to back down, but he isn’t exactly giving me any other options but going to bed with my sweat-smelling ass.’

He thought and sighed.

"Alright, let’s do that." He turned towards Noah. ’I can’t believe I’m the one being taken care of right now.’ he stretched his good hand out. "You’ve gotta work your stay, right? Then go ahead."

Noah nodded and slowly started taking off his shirt. He was surprisingly gentle and Micheal watched his face at every single movement.

His eyes were focused on what he was doing.

’He’s become less chatty from how he was when he woke up the first time.’ Micheal thought, his eyes grazing Noah’s features. ’He was proud, daring, and sophisticated, but now he’s so quiet and only speaks when necessary. He’s humbled himself. I guess this only started when...’

"Should I also take off your briefs?" Noah asked but Micheal was too lost in thoughts to hear him.

’...he showed his desperation to want to stay in my house. Or was it after he fainted? He surely became less wordy after then.’ he concluded his thoughts and then felt Noah’s hand on his briefs. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"I asked if I should take down your briefs but you did not respond. I assumed you were fine with it, so..."

"Just..." he covered his face in embarrassment. "Leave my briefs on." He said. "I don’t need your help for anything there."