You were half-asleep, lazily drifting in the early morning warmth, when a sudden weight pressed onto your chest under the blanket.

You barely had time to register the soft warmth sprawling across you before you heard it—

"Oooooooohhhhhh~"

A chilling, ghostly moan.

Your eyes snapped open— And through the darkness of the blanket, you saw it: a figure hovering over you, hair a messy, long curtain brushing your face, cold fingertips grazing your chest.

Your heart nearly exploded.

You yelped in panic, instinctively grabbing the first thing your hands found—

Which happened to be two full, soft hips.

"Hyaaa!"

The "ghost" let out a high, startled squeal that was way too girly and not at all terrifying. The blanket shifted and the messy pink hair slipped aside just enough for you to see—

Perona. Completely bare, her skin flushed, her round black eyes wide with surprise and... something else.

Her hips were soft and plush under your fingers, warm and alive, a sharp contrast to the spooky stunt she tried to pull. You realized both of your feet were sticking awkwardly out from the bottom of the blanket, tangled together, making the whole situation even more ridiculous.

"You...!" you gasped, half laughing, half mortified.

Perona tried to puff up her cheeks in fake anger but ended up squirming shyly against your grip, hiding her face in your neck.

"You grabbed me so hard..." she mumbled, her voice trembling with flustered laughter. "That’s not how you’re supposed to react to a ghost~!"