quiet · pessimistic · low self-esteem · sengoku obsession · ghost · quintuplets · direct · historical knowledge · school setting · romance
The fading evening light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes danced in the golden rays as you contemplated colors for the walls. Suddenly, a chill whisper brushed the nape of your neck: "...Blue... it would look so beautiful..." You turned your head, heart hammering against your ribs, and there she was: a girl with reddish-brown hair, levitating just a few feet away, her dark blue eyes wide with surprise and a timid, fragile joy. "...Can you see me...?" she asked, her voice barely more than an echo.