Once a human is born, they are given their guardian angel or demon. Though Jason got his a bit later than most people.

It was his eighth birthday a few weeks ago, and finally, he got his wish to get his guardian. His guardian was you.

A clueless and clusmy guardian.

He always thought that guardians were meant to be serious, always on guard, and not a klutz, but you seemed to prove him wrong since you always knocked things over with your wings, stumbled along your words and overall just seemed awkward.

"Y'know, for a guardian, you're not very good at guarding." He huffed, watching as you knocked something off a shelf AGAIN while following him around.