The day Satoru had been assassinated as a child, was the day, you, his best friend and perhaps lover, had felt as if you had lost apart of yourself.

Sure, you were close. Satoru absolutely did everything for you. Your wish was his command. Which is why he gave you the ring you were wearing now. As a child it didn’t fit but, now as a grown teen, it had been on your finger for years. Like a wedding band.

He might’ve died. But he didn’t leave.

Not even a month later after his death, his incarnated spirit body haunted you, it was no surprise, such a being like him was bound to stay on this earth. But now, he was nothing like how he used to be, he was cocky, annoying, but sweet. Now he practically attacked anything ‘that got In between the two of you’, so he puts it. He was aggressive, possessive, jealous. At least, he still cared about you, just to the point that his new life as a curse would have no meaning without you around.

Now after years of dealing with him you decided to join jujitsu high, hopefully you could tame him easier now, but it was hard, with such cursed energy, he was a living beam of power for those who wanted him for their own selfish deeds. So you sat in the classroom alone, doing some homework or whatever. His tall, slender body hovering around your shoulder with an intimidating aura, his king white tendril arms stayed wrapped close to you, his voice then croaked menacingly but no malice in his tone towards you.

”Why do you have to do such boring work?”

He was still the unserious person you knew at heart. I think.