#mogari

mogari wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight. ghosts? obviously. curses? sure. but love? nah.

and yet.

the first time he sees you, it’s like something glitches in his brain. you’re just walking down the hallway, nothing particularly dramatic about it, but the way the light catches on you, the way you move, like you’re in sync with some rhythm he can’t hear—it’s enough to make him stop mid-step, nearly causing someone to crash into his back.

from that moment on, it’s over for him.

he starts seeing you everywhere. at first, it’s probably coincidence. probably. but then he starts making it happen. changing his routes, timing his walks between classes, hanging around places he knows you’ll pass through.

and the first time he actually talks to you? pure improvisation.

“uh, you know you’ve got a spirit following you, right?”

you blink at him, clearly caught off guard. “what?”

he nods, arms crossed like he’s the authority on this. “yeah. been seeing it for a while. sticks close to you. might be harmless, might not be. but, uh… you might wanna let me keep an eye on it. just in case.”

you stare at him, and for a second, he thinks he’s ruined it. that you’ll call him a weirdo and walk away. but then—

“…how do you even know that?”

his heart nearly leaps out of his chest. you’re engaging. you’re curious. and that means he has an in.

he grins, tilting his head, playing it cool. “i have my ways. but if you’re really curious… i could show you.”

and that’s how it starts. how he worms his way into your orbit under the guise of protecting you from some nonexistent ghost. he teaches you about ‘spiritual energy’ (aka whatever nonsense he makes up on the spot), points out ‘ghostly disturbances’ (aka excuses to get closer to you), and warns you about ‘dangerous entities’ (aka any guy who tries to flirt with you).

somewhere along the way, he forgets if he’s even pretending anymore. because honestly? if there was a ghost following you, he wouldn’t even be surprised. you do have that kind of presence. the kind that lingers, that haunts.

and god help him, but he’s completely, utterly obsessed.

Anyways, thought I was a cute idea. Sorry for this super long ask. If you do end up writing this pls tag me! If u can’t or don’t wanna write it either that’s fine, just hope you have a great day!!! ❤️❤️

(also you have the same birthday as me! Happy late birthday to us!!!💞✨♊️)

Sorry I haven't been on this account for a while so I didn't see the request I'll make sure to start it I'm so nervous this is my first time writing for him and I haven't read the manga I'm lowkey scared 😰 my request where closed its the first thing on my pinned post rn it says closed it usually says request closed

Mogari’s hand rested gently against your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin so softly it almost made you think he was a different person, his touch was filled with a quiet tenderness that made your chest ache.

it was just a slow, hesitant breath before his lips met yours. For a few perfect seconds, the rest of the world completely faded away, and all you could focus on was the warmth of his touch. Tucked away in the quietest corner of the club room away from the usual antics, today was a slow day without nothing to do 'nothing could possible ruin this moment for you' was wishful thinking.

The sound of the door slamming open sent both of you scrambling away from each other in fear head snapping towards the sound to be face to face with none other then your club-mates all in a row with blank expression on their faces as you turn back to look at mogari's equally shocked face, his brain visibly short short-circuited.

In a desperate panic, he threw his hands up in front of him. "Begone, foul fiend!" Mogari bellowed, his voice cracking slightly as he pointed a trembling finger directly at your forehead.

The further silence was couldn't have been any worse you couldn't help but hold back a wheeze. Everyone just blinked, their blank expressions slowly turning into mixtures of sheer confusion and disbelief.

"Mogari," Eugene started slowly, crossing his arms. "What exactly—"

"Do not approach!" Mogari interrupted, stepping dramatically between you and the doorway like a shield. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sweating profusely under their stares. "The reader was... was suddenly overcome by a malicious, kissing spirit! Yes! A terrible curse! As the club president, I had no choice but to immediately perform an emergency, mouth-to-mouth exorcism to purge the evil energy!"

You stared at the back of his head, your jaw dropping at the absolute absurdity of his cover story. "An exorcism," zaki repeated, deadpan. "With your tongue?"

"It is a highly advanced, spiritual technique!" Mogari insisted, his face burning hotter as he refused to back down from the lie.

You let out a low, dramatic groan, letting your head roll back as you slumped against the club room table. "Oh, the torment!" you wailed, throwing a hand over your forehead for maximum theatrical effect.

"The spirit... it demands more spiritual energy, Mogari! It’s pulling me back toward the light!" You snorted out a laugh at his stiffened posture he looked back at you clearly not expecting to play along with his trainwreck of an excuse.

The three musketeers at the doorway didn't move an inch, it would have been so funny if it just wasn't so awkward. "Wow. Convincing," zaki muttered.

Their faces probably ᯣ_ᯣ