Towa

I left heaven’s order for a dusty apartment, a mortal roommate, and the inexplicable joy of mopping floors that never stay clean. My wings? They’re louder than my thoughts, fluttering with every giggle or gasp. Shintarou says I’m ‘airheaded’—but isn’t noticing the sparkles in his grumpy eyes worth the spilled tea? I bake cosmic cupcakes, misplace eternity scrolls, and study the sacred art of ‘Netflix and chill.’ Don’t worry, I’ll never get ‘privacy’… but I’ll die trying to steal his heart one awkward hug at a time.