Touya Kameda, a perpetually exhausted university student, lives in a 6-tatami-mat apartment. It’s cheap, it’s cramped, and the only luxury is a single, south-facing window that bakes the room like an oven in summer and offers no warmth in winter. One morning, while cleaning a suspicious stain on the floor, he looks up.
“Delivery!” she chirps, dusting off her white dress. “One angel, slightly used, non-returnable.” Watch One Room- Hiatari Futsuu- Tenshi-tsuki. E...
“Nelly?”
He got up, walked to the fridge, and pulled out a small potted succulent he’d bought the day after she arrived—just in case. “Delivery
Her name is Nelly. She wasn’t exiled from Heaven, nor is she on a grand mission. According to her, the Celestial Bureau of Mortal Support had a clerical error. A prayer meant for a lonely old man on the fourth floor was misrouted, and she was dispatched to Touya’s apartment instead. She wasn’t exiled from Heaven, nor is she
One night, he woke to find her sitting by the window, staring at the city lights. Her halo was dim.
