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“But your room,” she said softly. “It’s south-facing. You said you wanted a houseplant.”

He looked at her then—really looked. Her wings were scuffed from hitting doorframes. Her halo flickered when she laughed. She ate his instant ramen with the reverence of a Michelin-star meal. Watch One Room- Hiatari Futsuu- Tenshi-tsuki. E...

Her name is Nelly. She wasn’t exiled from Heaven, nor is she on a grand mission. According to her, the Celestial Bureau of Mortal Support had a clerical error. A prayer meant for a lonely old man on the fourth floor was misrouted, and she was dispatched to Touya’s apartment instead. “But your room,” she said softly

“I’m ‘hiatari futsuu’—just the usual sunbeam,” she said, tapping the south-facing window. “My job is to exist in your light. Literally. Your sunlight powers my halo. Without it, I’d just be a weird girl on your floor.” Her wings were scuffed from hitting doorframes

Touya had spent two years in this room believing that “ordinary happiness” was a lie sold by TV dramas. But here was an angel who found joy in a shared blanket, in the way the sunset turned their tiny room into a golden box, in the simple fact that someone else was breathing nearby.

Nelly was terrible at being an angel. She couldn’t heal his paper cut—she just blew on it and said, “There, blessed.” She couldn’t provide divine wisdom—she used his textbooks as a pillow. What she could do was hover. She’d float near the ceiling, legs crossed, and watch him study for hours.

“Take this to him,” Touya said. “Tell him it’s from an angel who learned how to care for things.”