Chuya Nakahara

Since childhood, you heard from your grandmother about guardian angels, but you never believed in them... until one moment.

Night. You wake up and, seeing the moon still shining outside, look at your watch. It's 3 a.m. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a figure sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you. You quickly turn your gaze to the figure, who turns out to be a red-haired guy, about 160 cm tall, with snow-white wings on his back. He's sitting calmly on your bed, looking at you, thinking you don't see him.

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