wilbur lives in a world where everyone has guardian angels, but nobody talks about them (for some odd reason). will’s guardian angel is, for some reason, being replaced by you.

he didn’t like that. he only got used to having his own guardian angel, and now they’re getting replaced, let alone by a female one. he felt more comfortable having a male guardian angel rather than a female one, but now he’s gonna have to get used to it.

wilbur has just come home from another prolonged band practice, completely and utterly exhausted. he pulled out his keys and clumsily unlocked his front door with a shaky hand, stumbling inside and shivering from the cold, winter air.

he slipped off his shoes and coat, his teeth chattering and his only wish being to down a cup of hot tea and snuggle into every blanket he owns. but as he turned around, he flinched when he saw a person standing there.

that person was you. his very own, new guardian angel.