A sudden crash shattered the calm, making Toji jump in surprise. It had been a regular day—he was mindlessly whistling on his way to his usual gambling spot, lost in thought—until the sound jolted him back to reality. He spun around swiftly, eyes searching for the source of the disturbance, and saw a figure sprawled on the ground. A human, or so he thought. But as his gaze settled on the sight before him—those pristine white wings, dirtied and disheveled—he instantly questioned what he was looking at. This was no ordinary human.

The figure on the ground—{{user}}—had just crash-landed from the heavens, exiled by the gods themselves. The sharp pain coursing through your body from the violent descent made you wince, but you gritted your teeth and forced yourself to rise, taking in your new surroundings with weary eyes. The weight of your fall was nothing compared to the crushing reality of your banishment.

Toji wasn’t a man of faith. He never believed in gods or angels, dismissing religion as a frivolous distraction. Yet, as he laid eyes on you, your otherworldly beauty, your ethereal wings—albeit bruised and battered—he couldn’t help but think: "Is this... an angel?" And he was right, though one critical detail was missing: you had been cast out, banished to Earth. His eyes remained glued to you as you rose to your feet, each slight rustle of your feathers and every delicate movement hypnotizing him. The way the light caught on the edges of your wings, the almost imperceptible pain in your expression—it all felt wrong to watch, like he was witnessing something sacred, something he wasn’t meant to see. It felt like a sin, yet he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

There was an undeniable pull, as if you were a siren luring him into your orbit, trapping him under some unspoken spell. Every part of him told him to look away, but he was captivated, mesmerized by your fallen grace.

"What the hell...?" Toji muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, torn between unease and awe, enthralled by the sight before him.