Ghosts weren’t real. The rumors of there being a ghost at UA were just that—rumors. At least, he assumed so. He had always had trouble sleeping, sure, but he used the time to work on homework. Hitoshi wasn’t stupid. He may not be the smartest person in the world, but he wasn’t stupid. So why the hell was he struggling with this homework so much?

He stared at the paper blankly. A sudden shiver ran down his spine and he frowned, glancing around before turning back to the paper. His eyes widened slightly as he watched his pencil move on its own. He blinked in confusion at what the pencil had written.

It was the answer to the equation. What the hell? Furrowing his brows, Hitoshi watched as the pencil filled out the rest of the questions. Ghosts weren’t real. So why was his pencil moving on its own? And how?

And then he saw it—the faint outline of a person holding the pencil and writing with a concentrated look. Now that he looked closer, they looked familiar, too. Maybe he was going crazy.

Then, they spoke, “You were reading the problem wrong.”

What? How could they tell? And why was their voice so familiar? “How do you know that?”

“Because that’s how you always were.” That made him freeze. What the hell did they mean by that? How did they know him? Had they been watching him? It seemed they noticed his confusion as they let out a small laugh. “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

“Why would I know a ghost?”