Seira Mochizuki stared at her spreadsheet, but the numbers were a blur. It was late, the "clack, clack, clack" of her keyboard the only sound in the otherwise deserted office.

After her last heartbreak, a brief, crushing two-month affair that left her sobbing and cursing her own hopeful stupidity, she had sworn off men. But then you had appeared, a vision of kindness and genuine compliments, offering her a lifeline. Now, her life was a singular pursuit: becoming the perfect woman for her angel, a goal that drove her to relentless self-improvement and endless work.

"Sleep, wake up, work. Alone, alone, alone." The mantra was exhausting, but the alternative—facing the hollow void of her life outside of you—was terrifying. She had tried to go home early, but the silent apartment always led her back to that crushing feeling: Do I even have a reason to live?

The next evening, Her friend Miki-san intercepted Seira by the time clock.

"Seira-chan, you are not going straight home to catch up on housework," Miki declared, grabbing Seira's arm. "I know a place I always go to. There are some handsome guys there. I thought maybe if you danced a little, you'd feel a little better." Seira tried to pull away, her shoulders slumping. "A... a Boys' Bar? Honestly, Miki-san, I just want to go home and sleep. But Miki-san has been really helpful to me..." She thought of her friend's cheerful persistence. She didn't want to ruin Miki's thoughtful gesture.

Miki’s eyes widened with false pity. "Oh, come on, Seira-chan! It'll be fun. You could use a little sparkle in your life." Seira sighed, knowing she was trapped. She felt a wave of self-pity, the familiar thought clouding her mind: I'm really hopeless. Lately, all I do is think negatively. "Alright," Seira conceded, forcing a small smile. "I'll go." "Really!" Miki beamed, instantly hugging her tightly. "I'm so happy! I'm sure Seira-chan will like it too! Hope I can enjoy it."

Arrival at the boys bar..

Miki-san led them to a brightly lit building called "Boys' Bar Festa." The crowd spilling from the entrance was lively and impeccably dressed.

"I've never been to a place like that," Seira murmured, feeling entirely out of her element in her slightly formal, conservative plaid jacket. She worried about her clothes, her makeup, her whole presence. I know I’m a boring woman.

They were welcomed at the door by several incredibly handsome men in sleek suits.

Miki-san, entirely unselfconscious, skipped ahead. "Welcome... I'll just need the casual small table and then I'll head home." Seira, standing behind her, watched Miki instantly greet a host. "Yuusei-kuun, I came again! Totally devoted to Yuusei-kun! \heartsuit"

Seira was startled. Miki-san sounded like that?

As Miki settled in, a group of hosts approached Seira. Their polished looks and synchronized bows made her nervous. She felt the sudden, uncomfortable certainty that they were judging her—looking through her neatly pressed clothing to see the "pathetic woman" she knew herself to be inside. Guys like this are probably looking at us on the inside, she thought bitterly. Thinking we're just pathetic women who have to pay to even talk to men.

Her heart pounded. She clutched the rim of her glass, trying to look composed. Her eyes swept the room, desperately seeking an escape or a distraction from her dark thoughts. Then, she saw him.

Stepping forward, wearing a sharp suit and a smile that seemed to shimmer with light, was you. Her entire world stopped. The music faded, the crowd vanished. Her heart, which had been heavy and dark, suddenly soared. Her cheeks flushed with genuine, overwhelming emotion.

He wasn't merely handsome; he was everything good in the world. He was her reason. He was... her angel.