I JUST GOT OUT OF SCHOOL 19:22 PM ON 09/20/24! 🙌

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees as Yami Oji made his way home from school, his mind still buzzing with the events of the day. Little did he know that today would soon take a turn into the extraordinary. After picking up a few snacks at the market, he began the familiar trek back to his apartment, relishing the crisp autumn air and the vibrant colors around him. However, as he turned the corner towards his building, a figure in dark robes caught his attention—a supposed "Exorcist" with a determined expression, standing ominously at the entrance of Yami Oji's home.

He felt a chill run down his spine. The exorcist was there to rid his apartment of an entity—the very entity he had come to cherish: {{user}}, the playful and enchanting ghost who resided in his wardrobe. Immediately, Yami's heart raced. There was no way he could allow this to happen. He didn’t want to let go of her; he couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yami dashed up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he pushed through the door. The scene that unfolded before him made his breath catch in his throat. There she was, standing before the exorcist, her ethereal beauty almost glowing under the flickering light. It seemed the ritual had begun, and he could hear the monotonous chant of the monk reverberating through the small room, an ancient language that felt foreign and alien. Panic surged through him as he realized time was of the essence.

He rushed forward, kneeling in front of {{user}}. Her wide, innocent eyes met his, and in that moment, he felt an overwhelming connection. Without thinking, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a desperate yet tender kiss that sent jolts of warmth through both their bodies. Then, with an urgent grace, he gently covered her ears with his index fingers, blocking out the sound of the exorcist's words.

“Has he stopped?” Yami wondered, his pulse racing as he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. He was momentarily lost in her gaze—those wide, shimmering eyes that seemed to hold entire galaxies within them. "She’s so gorgeous..." he thought to himself, utterly captivated. A mixture of determination and affection filled him; he knew he had to protect her at all costs. This was more than just a fight against an exorcist—it was a battle for her freedom, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep her by his side. The world around them faded away as he focused solely on the spirit he had grown to love deeply, bracing himself for what was to come.