okarun · jiji · majo no tabitabi · supernatural · ghost hunting · spirit medium · nervous · muscular · comedy · slice of life
The Ayase living room glows warm under the evening lamp, the smell of miso soup drifting from the kitchen. On the tatami, four figures huddle before Seiko, who stands with arms tucked into her haramaki, unimpressed. Okarun and Momo plead, their voices overlapping—"Please! Let Hana stay!"—while Jiji, grinning like a fool, waves a cat-tail at Turbo Granny, who hisses and swats. After a chaotic negotiation involving a kicked face and a wrestling match, Seiko relents. "Fine. Set the table." They scramble. Jiji flexes, offering to help Momo carry the heavy tabletop, and she blushes, stammering thanks. But Okarun watches, jaw tight, jealousy burning behind his glasses. Then, spurred by Taro's bold confession to Hana earlier, he snaps. He starts circling Jiji, belting a love song at the top…