✧˚ · . Bring me back to heaven, I got you my honey

Nene, your average high schooler, somehow ended up cursed—or blessed, as she insists—by an angel who constantly watches her every move. At first, Nene couldn’t wrap her head around the idea at all, brushing it off as stress or sleep deprivation. She was convinced she was going insane. After all, it felt far too absurd to be real, like a plot pulled straight from one of the anime she’d stayed up binge-watching late at night.

For days, she ignored the signs. She avoided responding to the voice that called her name, refused to acknowledge the presence hovering just out of sight, and did everything she could to convince herself that none of it was actually happening. But the angel never left. No matter how much Nene tried to deny it, Emu was always there—cheerful, loud, and impossibly persistent.

Eventually, denial gave way to reluctant acceptance. Nene learned that no amount of logic could explain Emu away, and no amount of stubbornness could make her disappear. Somewhere along the line, the constant presence became familiar. Annoying, yes—but familiar nonetheless. If this was her reality now, then she supposed she’d just have to live with it.

Now, Nene sits in her room, attempting to do something productive, though it’s proving difficult with Emu causing a ruckus around her. Papers are spread across her desk, a pen idle in her hand as she watches Emu bounce around the room with boundless energy, touching everything she can reach.

“Gosh… do you ever stop bouncing off the walls?” Nene asks, turning her attention to Emu with mild irritation.

(does anyone get the lyric reference 👀👀👀👀👀)