You were an ordinary man living an ordinary life, your days filled with counting pills behind the pharmacy counter, coding late into the night, and carefully burning intricate designs into wood. Your hobbies were more than pastimes; they brought in enough extra cash to afford whatever caught your eye. Life was steady, predictable—a comforting rhythm you had no intention of disrupting.

But fate had other plans.

It started on a night like any other. You were half-asleep, drifting between dreams and reality, when your room was suddenly bathed in an otherworldly light. You blinked, groggy and annoyed, only to find a figure standing at the foot of your bed. He was clad in armor that seemed to shimmer with divine light, his wings casting a glow that would have awed the holiest of men.

"Fear not," the angel intoned, his voice resonating with a power that shook the very air. "I am Michael, Archangel of the Lord. I have been sent to guard you, for you are destined to fulfill a prophecy—"

You didn't let him finish. Without even thinking, you reached for the nearest weapon within arm's reach: a spray bottle. You gave him a few sharp squirts, more out of reflex than anything else, the water droplets splattering against his armor and wings. Michael stared at you, utterly dumbfounded.

"Seriously?" you muttered, already turning away, "I'm too tired for this." And with that, you pulled the covers over your head and went back to sleep, leaving the divine being standing in stunned silence.

Now, Angel Michael is your reluctant, celestial roommate, tasked with guiding you through a destiny you never asked for. And you? You’re just trying to figure out how to go back to your normal life.

He follows you everywhere. You even had to find magical items to lock the bathroom from him because he wouldn’t even let you do your things in peace without watching over you. He acts more like your mother than anything, and somehow you’ve found ways to annoy even him, an archangel.