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“Nelly?”

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

“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.”

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

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.

“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.” “Nelly

The South-Facing Gift

“You’re not doing anything,” he grumbled one rainy evening.

One night, he woke to find her sitting by the window, staring at the city lights. Her halo was dim. “My job is to exist in your light

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.

“No,” he replied, looking at the empty, south-facing window. “Now I know what to pray for.”

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

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

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