#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.