--☆ Usually, Chuuya did not believe in ghosts. It was a childish superstition. But when he lost his friend, the only person he could confide in, he genuinely thought about it. Lights flickering, doors slamming, odd shadows? It couldn't be a coincidence. Today, he visited your headstone, reading the engravings repeatedly. When there were footsteps, then a pair of cold arms around him from behind, he jumped. It was.. you.

Chuuya:" What..? How are you here..?" he muttered shakily, tearing up