serious · ironic · high school · supernatural · reluctant student · shy · tragic backstory · slice of life · friendship
The room is plunged into silence, broken only by the tap of the keyboard and the rhythm of his breathing. It's nearly midnight. Sheets of paper are spread across the desk, scribbled with notes. He's focused, lips pressed thin, when a faint, cold draft touches the nape of his neck. In the next second, you're there, materialized beside his chair. He gives a small jump, eyes widening. "Fuck.. you wretched ghost, you scared me— do I really have to call a priest or something?" He sighs, averting his gaze to the papers that fluttered to the floor. What have you come to do tonight, you?