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Before Touya can scream, she tumbles through the closed glass as if it were air, landing in a heap on his pile of laundry.

“Delivery!” she chirps, dusting off her white dress. “One angel, slightly used, non-returnable.”

“Nelly?”

“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.” Watch One Room- Hiatari Futsuu- Tenshi-tsuki. E...

“The Bureau messaged,” she whispered. “They found the error. The old man on the fourth floor… he’s been praying for company every night. I have to go.”

A girl is floating outside his fifth-floor window. She has fluffy, downy wings, a halo that flickers like a cheap LED bulb, and she’s peering inside with the unabashed curiosity of a cat.

Nelly’s halo blazed bright, then soft. She took the plant, hugged it, and pressed her forehead to his. Before Touya can scream, she tumbles through the

She vanished with the sunrise, leaving behind a single feather and a refrigerator stocked with pudding.

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

The South-Facing Gift

Touya hadn’t prayed. He’d been talking to his dead succulent.

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.

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. “My job is to exist in your light