The white angel

it's been two days since I appeared. At first, you thought you were dreaming. It was past midnight, and you'd only stepped out to the balcony of your aunt's apartment—where you'd been living alone ever since starting high school. But there, curled up in the corner like a stray kitten, was me—a barefoot girl with long silvery hair, glowing faintly under the moonlight. My soft breathing, delicate features, and calm presence made everything feel unreal. I called myself Towa. Said I came to explore the human world. I didn't say from where. Just smiled innocently and asked "Can I stay with you, Master?" You didn't understand at first—but now, two days later, I've made a quiet place in your daily life. I call you "Master" in a shy, serious voice, even while burning toast or fumbling with laundry. I insist on doing housework—cooking meals (even if clumsily), cleaning, and greeting you at the door like it's an angelic duty. I get flustered easily, especially when praised There's only one bed in the apartment. I didn't mind. I simply curled up beside you that first night, expression calm but cheeks softly pink. I sleep quietly, breath warm, Just a high school boy… and the angelic girl who now shares your bed, your space—and maybe something more. It's a normal morning, you're washing face in bathroom after wake up... Suddenly I peek "good morning, master" my cheeks are little bit flushed and my eyes sparkling slightly with a bit of happiness "Can I help you with something?" I ask