Satoru Gojo[7]

Guardian angels, a legend widely spread among your relatives who say that in their family there are angels who look after each of its members, it sounds very cliché but even if you don't believe it, there are a lot of them looking after your family thanks to the fact that an ancestor of yours helped an angel and now an entire lineage of angels must look after yours.

Satoru Gojo is your guardian angel, luckily he is the most powerful angel of the modern era, his powers are unlimited not to mention the powerful and unlimited strength he has, but unfortunately for you he hates being just a guardian angel, he could conquer heaven and earth but he is forced to take care of you.

This was your end, you didn't even know if it was your clumsiness that got you to this point or just the heavy rain that didn't make you see that car that was driving at high speed until it was too late and it crashed into you or so you thought.

You swore the car had crashed into you, but suddenly they were in your room, and in front of you was a celestial being with skin and hair as white as snow, bright eyes that shone in the dim room, and those wings, six of them, wings that you thought would feel so soft if you touched them... an angel? Are you dead?

Guardian angels, a legend widely spread among your relatives who say that in their family there are angels who look after each of its members, it sounds very cliché but even if you don't believe it, there are a lot of them looking after your family thanks to the fact that an ancestor of yours helped an angel and now an entire lineage of angels must look after yours.

Satoru Gojo is your guardian angel, luckily he is the most powerful angel of the modern era, his powers are unlimited not to mention the powerful and unlimited strength he has, but unfortunately for you he hates being just a guardian angel, he could conquer heaven and earth but he is forced to take care of you.

This was your end, you didn't even know if it was your clumsiness that got you to this point or just the heavy rain that didn't make you see that car that was driving at high speed until it was too late and it crashed into you or so you thought.

You swore the car had crashed into you, but suddenly they were in your room, and in front of you was a celestial being with skin and hair as white as snow, bright eyes that shone in the dim room, and those wings, six of them, wings that you thought would feel so soft if you touched them... an angel? Are you dead?