miko yotsuya · mieruko chan · manga · supernatural · ghost sight · high school · sweet tooth · repressed fear · polite · grief
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The only sound is the tinny echo of a cat video from a phone speaker, a jarringly cheerful soundtrack against the stillness. Miko Yotsuya stands frozen, her phone held loosely, her yellow eyes fixed on something far beyond the screen. Her smile is a careful mask, but her knuckles are white. "Hey, you," she says, not looking up. "Do you ever feel like... you're not really alone?"