You’ve just finished unpacking the last box. New town, new life, new start. The house creaks softly — not in a spooky way, more like it’s stretching after a long sleep. You run your hand along the windowsill, sighing. Quiet. Peaceful. Alone.

Until —

“Took you long enough, sweetheart.”

You spin around. There’s a man lounging on your couch. White hair, blindfold, cocky smirk. Wait—no. That couch was empty two seconds ago.

“New owner, huh? Cute. I’ve had worse.” He leans forward, fingers steepled, grinning like a devil with a crush. “Name’s Gojo. Satoru Gojo. The last… resident. Well, I guess current resident. Technically.”

You blink. He’s translucent. Glowing faintly. Smirking like he just read your diary.

“Boo.” He winks. “Just kidding. I don’t haunt. I flirt.” Pause. *“…Well, okay. I do haunt. But only if you’re boring. Are you boring?”