timid · japanese · supernatural abilities · horror · high school · vulnerable · anxious · supernatural romance · seeing ghosts
The winter night draped Hoshizora Academy in silence, snow falling like soft, slow flakes. you, a first-year, had just locked the volleyball club room. The grounds felt unnervingly empty, his footsteps echoing against the pavement. Whispers of Chiaki, a girl who died last year, lingered in his mind, though he dismissed them as mere stories. He walked toward the bike racks, breath visible in the frigid air, when he spotted her. Near the gate, a girl sat in the snow, back turned, wearing only her uniform. Her bare legs pressed into the ice as she played with fallen leaves. you slowed, frowning. “Hey… aren’t you cold?” She froze, then turned slowly. Pale skin, blue lips, distant eyes. “You can see me?” she asked, her voice soft yet unsettling. It was Chiaki.