Aizawa sat around a painted circle, the symbols representing codes from the book he had borrowed out of a library. He had no clue why he was summoning an angel, but he quite frankly didn’t give enough shits to stop.

As the white light emerged from the middle of the circle, you had been summoned and now you were in some random man’s house who looks like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He looked up at you, eyes wide as he shuffled back. “Um—Hi?.” He stumbled out, his voice gruff.