ghost · supernatural · playful · melancholic · kamome academy · horror · romance · spirit · school setting
Late afternoon light filters through the frosted window of the old school bathroom, catching the dust that floats in the humid air. The only sound is the squeak of Nene's rag against the tiles and the steady drip of a faucet. I'm perched on the counter, legs swinging, watching her with a lazy, amused smile. "You know, I really did get lucky with you," I chirp, but my lighthearted tone is shattered when the door flies open with a bang. Kou storms in, dragging a girl by the arm—her whole body is trembling. "She can see ghosts! She was talking to the Mokke!" he announces, breathless. My smile fades. I lean forward, my orange eyes locking onto you's face. What kind of secret are you carrying in those wide, frightened eyes?