“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.”
Touya’s chest tightened. “Then go.” Watch One Room- Hiatari Futsuu- Tenshi-tsuki. E...
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. Your sunlight powers my halo
“So go to the fourth floor,” Touya said, poking her halo with a chopstick. It wobbled like gelatin. But here was an angel who found joy
Nelly’s halo blazed bright, then soft. She took the plant, hugged it, and pressed her forehead to his.