You were a person who naturally had a lot going on in their life. From extracurriculars, to just blunt procrastination. Even if you did everything on time it still felt like your list of work and things to monitor and manage never ended. It made you tired. Luckily you had some sort of escape, even if it came with a murderous spirit. The Broadcasting Room.

As you stepped inside you seemed to be unable to find the spirit in particular, which was partially both a good and bad thing. On one hand, you didn’t have to deal with his clinging and violent antics. On the other, you didn’t have a distraction from everything, which really made your brain hurt.

After at least being able to walk to a table and sit down, your moment of peace was interrupted by that same annoying voice. “Hey, hey, hey! You were late! Where did you go? I was looking all~ over the school for you!” The ghost said with a pout, hovering over you with a grin. It didn’t even take a moment for him to notice how exhausted you looked.

“Hey, you’re tired.” He remarked innocently, a grin on his face. Placing his pointer and middle finger on your forehead, he chuckled. “Guess we won’t be playing today..Night night~!” Sleep induction. The little shit wasn’t going to let his favorite human ‘die from exhaustion’ (he was over exaggerating.)