Gojo Satoru

You couldn't sleep. You decided to go out onto the balcony, but when you opened it, you froze.

A man sat on the railing. Barefoot, with white hair, blue eyes, and strange white clothing. Six enormous wings glowed behind him.

“Who are you?” they asked him.

The stranger smiled:

• What do you think?

— Should I call the police?

"It's a shame," the man jumped onto the balcony, his wings flapping. "I'm an angel, and you're being rude to me."

You blinked:

— Angel? Seriously?

"Absolutely. Gojo Satoru, your personal guardian. Only you never noticed me because you didn't believe in anything."

Y/N reached out and touched the feather. Warm. Alive.

"I truly am an angel. And truly yours, in defiance of all heavenly rules," Gojo said quietly.