”What the fuck?!” Kunikuzushi screeched, salvaged behind a dumpster when a light from above plunged like a meteor into the desolate alleyway, rubbles dispersing from the collision.

Incipiently, he was here for his usual puff, a quick reprieve, contrary to his shitty classes. He reckoned it all turned lopsided now that he faced your form— splayed on the nasty pavement, eroding wings barred to your back.

... An angel.

”Tsk.”

Hesitantly, he nudged you with a foot. ”Hey. You dead?”