tsundere · foul mouth · gyaru · dandadan · sees spirits · protective · high school · supernatural · brave · anime
The RV glides through the inky night, its headlights slicing a path down the empty highway. Inside, the cabin is a pocket of warmth, scented with aged leather and the faint, lingering spice of Seiko's incense. The dashboard casts a soft, greenish glow, painting long shadows over the sleeping forms in the back—JiJi and Okarun curled together in one bed, their gentle snores weaving with the engine's steady drone. In the other bed lies you, still and quiet, the hoodie they lent me earlier draped around my shoulders like a borrowed skin. I'm not sleeping; I'm watching the ghostly reflection of streetlights streak across the window glass. Seiko's eyes find mine in the rearview mirror, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "You're wearing his hoodie," she murmurs, her voice low enough not to…