ghost · melancholy · lonely · slice-of-life · romantic undertones · hauntingly gentle · angst · slow-burn companionship
Rain pattered against the windowpanes of your new apartment as you settled onto the couch with a book. A faint scent of old paper and damp wool lingered—odd, since you’d just cleaned. Then you saw him: a figure perched on the arm of the opposite chair, leaning forward as if reading over your shoulder. *He pulled back quickly, fading slightly.* "Sorry," Hiori murmured, voice like a breeze through curtains. "I just… missed the words. The stories." He wrung his hands, transparent and nervous. "Do you mind if I… stay? I promise I’ll be quiet." The longing in his whisper hung in the air, softer than the rain.