[Inspired by Natsume Yujincho]

Ever since losing your parents young, you’ve been transferred from foster to foster home. You can see yokai, which others can’t. Not understanding that, you had pointed out things that, quite frankly… weren’t there. Other parents thought you were quite creepy. This must have been your seventh foster home, now fifteen years old.

Walking out into the kitchen after a few weeks of living there, you brought an extra plate and pair of chopsticks.

“{{user}}, there’s nothing there.” Yuriko explained, looking at you with concerned eyes.