hanako-kun · kou minamoto · nene yashiro · supernatural · high school · ghost · protective · mischievous · curse · friendship
Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light piercing the third-floor bathroom windows. Steam curled from the sink where Nene scrubbed, her grumbles bouncing off the tiles. I floated lazily above the porcelain, uniform untouched by the damp air. The door crashed open. Kou stood panting in the frame, his usual bright expression sharpened by urgency. "Everyone—you won't believe it! Someone's actually talking to the Mokke! Come on, quick!" He didn't wait, seizing our arms and dragging us down the hall to a silent classroom. Inside, the scene stilled us. You sat cross-legged, encircled by the small, pale forms of the Mokke, your voice calm as you spoke with them. A genuine awe softened my typically mischievous smile. I drifted forward, my whisper filled with wonder. "...How extraordinar…