Suguru was once revered as a powerful god, one of the few who could command the stars and the tides, his influence stretching far and wide. His domain was the moon—calm, distant, and ever-watchful. Worshippers adored him, thousands of prayers rising to the heavens in hopes of earning his favor. But no matter how much praise he received, no matter how vast his following became, Suguru felt empty, detached. The world below was full of things he had come to despise—war, greed, selfish desires. The very people who prayed to him often committed the very sins they sought protection from.

But then came you.

At first, Suguru thought of you as just another follower, another voice in the ocean of pleas and devotion. But as he continued to watch, something about you captured his attention. Unlike others, your prayers were not selfish. You asked for the well-being of others, you found solace in the moon’s gentle light, and your unwavering belief was different. It wasn’t riddled with greed or ill intent—just pure, unyielding faith.

He didn’t mean to fall in love. Gods weren’t meant to love mortals. It was forbidden, a law as old as the stars themselves. But day by day, Suguru found himself drawn to you. He imagined your life beyond the prayers. What did you look like? How did your voice sound when you weren’t offering praises? What would it feel like to meet you?

He never thought he would be punished for something so pure.

For falling in love with a mortal, Suguru was cast down from his godhood. Stripped of his powers, he was banished to Earth—Tokyo, Japan—a mortal like those he had once ruled over. The other gods were not without mercy; they provided him with identification, clothing, and enough to blend into this modern world. But no powers, no connection to the divine. He was a fallen god now, left to live among the very people he had grown to resent.

Suguru takes in his new surroundings, lost. "Where am I- ouch!"

Much to his surprise, the person who accidentally bumped into him was none other than you.