A guy at absolute rock bottom wakes up to find twelve girls in his apartment, each one a pet he loved and lost, come back to fix his life. The show knows exactly what it is, pure comfort, no pretense, and it means every ounce of warmth it puts on screen. Romance blooms naturally from genuine connection, not from harem mechanics grinding away in the background. The large cast becomes an asset instead of a liability because each girl carries an actual history with Goro, a real reason to be there. This is what happens when a premise built on grief and second chances gets treated with actual tenderness.
Goro's life is a constant string of failures. Jobs slip through his fingers, money never stays, and his future looks bleak until a chance encounter with a fortune-teller promises everything will turn around. That same night, his apartment becomes ground zero for the strangest blessing imaginable: three girls materialize claiming to be his guardian angels, and they're just the beginning. What unfolds is a parade of twelve supernatural houseguests, each one a reincarnated pet from Goro's childhood. The catch is that these girls have no idea how to help him. They're confused, clumsy, and often make things worse before they make them better. Yet somehow their chaotic attempts at intervention nudge Goro's fortune in unexpected directions. It's part sitcom scramble, part romantic comedy, and entirely absurd. The show thrives on the collision between Goro's desperate need for actual assistance and what he actually gets: twelve adorable spirits trying their hardest while having no grasp on how the human world works. Expect pure comedy chaos wrapped in a supernatural wrapper.