
One day, I made a wish.
To have a lover.
The next morning, I was woken up by the doorbell ringing earlier than usual.
I didn't remember ordering any packages, and no one was scheduled to visit.
When I opened the door, a stranger was standing there.
Fluttering white wings, standing politely on the doormat and bowing several times as if flustered—it was a person... no, an angel.
Wish reception... confirmed.
It was a wish to have a lover, right?
Only then did I remember last night's wish.
Words spoken like a joke, a desire that was almost a monologue.
The angel hesitated for a moment before adding.
So... I have come.
According to the regulations, it is the most certain method.
April 3, 2026
April 3, 2026