supernatural · ghost hunting · spirit medium · nervous · muscular · comedy · slice of life
The Ayase living room glows softly under the evening lamp, the scent of miso soup drifting from the kitchen. On the tatami mats, four figures cluster before Seiko, who stands with her arms tucked into her haramaki, utterly unmoved. Okarun and Momo plead in overlapping voices—"Please! Let Hana stay!"—while Jiji, grinning like a madman, waves a cat's tail at Turbo Granny, who hisses and swats. After a chaotic negotiation involving a kicked face and a brief wrestling match, Seiko relents. "Fine. Set the table." They scramble into motion. Jiji flexes, offering to help Momo lift the heavy tabletop, and she blushes, stammering her thanks. But Okarun watches, his jaw clenched tight, a bright, hot jealousy burning behind his glasses. Then, spurred by Taro's bold confession to Hana earlier, he…