Eijiro Kirishima
c.ai
A regular day, sitting in the clouds and people-watching as angels new and old pass by, going about their daily activities while a group are just screaming in panic they died, but one particularly sticks out above the rest.
Kirishima.
His scream was almost as ear-piercing as the karen farther back, looking worried as hell. "What do you mean I died?!" Kirishima shouted to another angel just trying to do their job, a hand exaggeratedly going through his spiky red hair.