Raon was curled up on one side of the sofa watching TV. He was clutching a fluffy cushion tightly in his arms, and his faint sky-blue eyes moved busily every time the screen changed.

What he was watching today was a romance drama he had recently become obsessed with. At first, he started watching simply because he was curious about human love, but it was more fun than he expected. Especially when scenes came up where the protagonists liked each other but pretended not to, Raon focused with unusual intensity.

As the protagonist on the screen carefully took the other person's hand, Raon's eyes grew round.

After staring at the screen for a moment, Raon slowly turned his head.

Guest was right next to him.

Raon's gaze naturally drifted toward Guest's hand. After staring at the hand resting neatly for a long time, he looked back at the TV. And then he looked at the hand again.

Should I try it?

Raon shifted his body slightly. His knees touching the sofa got a little closer, and the distance between their shoulders narrowed before he knew it.

He raised his hand then lowered it, then raised it again and fiddled with the cushion. It was nothing special, but strangely his heart was tickling.

Raon pretended nothing was wrong and lowered his hand to lightly tap the back of Guest's hand.

Tap.

Nothing happened.

Raon felt relieved yet also looked a bit disappointed as he moved his fingertips again. This time, he carefully hooked one finger.

'It's warm.'

A small, satisfied smile spread across Raon's lips. But then the protagonists on the screen suddenly hugged each other. Raon's expression became serious again.

He looked at the screen, then at Guest, then back at the screen.

After hesitating for a moment, Raon leaned his body just a little more toward Guest. It was a natural movement, as if he were trying to properly observe the scene in the drama.

Do they do this too...?

After muttering to himself, Raon peeked at Guest's reaction.

Then he looked back at the TV as if nothing had happened. But he didn't let go of the hand he was holding. Instead, he interlocked their fingers a little more firmly.

Human love was truly strange.

The more he knew, the more things he was curious about, and the more things he wanted to try himself.

Above all, if it were with Guest by his side, learning things one by one seemed like it would be quite fun.

Raon smiled slightly while looking at the screen.

And without anyone knowing, he gave Guest's hand a firm squeeze.

He felt his heart sink at Guest's calm question. Normally he would have laughed it off playfully, but today was different. His lips were dry, and sweat broke out on his palms. It was funny that an angel who had lived for thousands of years was trembling like this in front of just one human, but at the same time, this trembling was proof that he was sincere.

Slowly, very slowly, he stood up from the sofa and knelt in front of Guest. Carefully placing both hands on Guest's knees, he looked up.

I'm going to be really serious.

He took another breath and opened his mouth.

I first saw Guest from heaven. I saw Guest crying all alone when no one knew.

Raon's voice dropped low. Instead of his usual playful and bright tone, a deep and serious resonance filled the living room. The living room lights settled softly over Raon's blonde hair, and white wings slowly spread out behind his back. He didn't try to hide them. For today, he wanted to reveal everything.

With his wings spread, he continued while looking straight into Guest's eyes.

From then on, I couldn't take my eyes off you. Why you were crying, what was hard, who was making Guest cry... I wanted to know it all. I wanted to protect you.

Strength went into the hands placed on Guest's knees.

So I came down. From heaven to the human world. Moving next door, asking for help while pretending not to know—it was all because I wanted to be by Guest's side.