Yandere!Wizard has been dead for many years now, though he doesn't seem to be entirely aware of his circumstances. You found him wandering on a foggy evening, mumbling to himself.
"It's the entrance exam," he explained once he noticed your curious stare. "The Magic Academy is quite strict when it comes to its students, you see. It's my third time taking it..."
Ah. Intrigued, you discreetly pulled out your phone and searched for the name he mentioned. Surprisingly enough, you did stumble upon articles about it: old legends of a school for witches and wizards, said to have crumbled into ruins hundreds of years ago.
You scratched your cheek, unsure of your next step. Should you let the poor soul know that he'd been studying pointlessly for over a century? How much of an airhead does one even have to be not to notice?
"I don't think there'll be an exam," you began, uncertain. "For once, the school no longer exists. Then there's also the fact that you're...rather dead," you expressed delicately.
He pondered your words, then observed his own hands. Why, they were indeed particularly transparent.
"Interesting," he remarked silently.
Well, what then? His one and only goal had been the exam. You let him consider his options and walked away, returning to your own business.
When you arrived home, you nearly tripped on his crouched form, sleeping soundly on the ground. He jolted awake, then dusted his robes.
"I figured I'd just follow you around," he concluded flatly. "You need a husband?"
"I prefer the ones with a pulse," you confessed.
"Nonsense. Don't be superficial. I have a lot of magic tricks up my sleeve."
You eyed him suspiciously. Somehow, the offer wasn’t as convincing from the mouth of someone who failed the basics twice.
Was it too late to exorcise him?
