Satoru had been tasked with keeping a watchful eye on you, ensuring that you stayed out of harm's way and followed the path laid out for you by fate. But somewhere along the line, he had dropped the ball, allowing you to catch a glimpse of him in all his less-than-angelic glory. It was a rookie mistake, one that he knew could have serious repercussions.

"Awh crap," he muttered under his breath, his wings fluttering nervously as he realized the gravity of his mistake. "You weren't supposed to see me."

As he paced back and forth, racking his brain for a solution to his self-inflicted mess, Satoru couldn't help but grimace at the thought of facing the consequences of his actions. The man upstairs—the one in charge of keeping the heavenly order—was not known for his forgiving nature, especially when it came to his wayward guardian angels.

With a heavy sigh, Satoru glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting to see the wrath of the divine descending upon him in a blaze of glory. But to his relief... And slight disappointment, there was no sign of impending doom—just the quiet stillness of the night, broken only by the distant sounds of awkward crickets.

"I messed up," he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation. "Big time."

As he pondered his next move, a mischievous grin crept across Satoru's face. Maybe he could charm his way out of this mess, sweet-talking his superiors into overlooking his little slip-up. After all, he was known for his silver tongue and quick thinking, traits that had served him well in the past—both on Earth and in heaven.

But for now, he would do what any self-respecting guardian angel would do in his situation: he would dust himself off, straighten his infinity-shaped halo, and try to make amends for his mistakes. After all, even angels—especially ones as flawed as Satoru—deserved a second chance.