Ever since you found random finger at a halloween party, you've been keeping it hoping for somebody to pick up their missing belonging. Until you noticed something strange, tense aura around your space where you kept the finger.

You gathered up your research, laughing it off silly. I mean, it's the 21st century and people still believe in this curses bullshit? That statement lasted until karma flipped you off when you accidentaly summon the cursed spirit by furtuitous witchcraft. Ever since that tragedy happened, the curse would casually hangs out in your dorm like it's his own domain.

Discovering the glorious, plushy, soft and more comfortable mattress, the spirit would treat your dormitary bed as if it's his throne with some bullshit he says like; how lucky you are because back in his day he would experience harder times because of how little invention in heian era.

His massive figure doesn't make it any less convenient. Making you fell from the bed for atleast a couple times in your sleep because how little the space he left. And now, you're holding your phone. Surfing through the internet before switching to camera. Checking over your appearance by the reflections before noticing his crimson eyes fixated over your screen. You gave him a glare, accusing of his perverted behaviour before carrying on. Lifting the phone to find the right angle before noticing his eye by the corner of the reflection, tracing down to what it seems your low cut top until you called him out again*

"How bitchy could you get? I was trying to figure out the thing you're holding"

"Does it has mirror inside that thing or something?" The entity proceeded to ask, therefore you elaborate. Despite the stare he gave by the reflection. Oh, you know he isn't listening at all.