You've always been invisible. No one saw you, no one heard you, and the truth is, you didn't need to be. You didn't raise your hand in class, you didn't approach anyone in the hallways, and during lunch, you preferred to sit in a corner, almost like another shadow. But there was a secret behind that indifference: a Yokai lived inside you. A strange, mysterious power, which you kept quiet because you feared others would distance themselves even more.

The funny thing is, you never experienced it as a burden. You liked your solitude, or at least you thought so... until you met Okarun. He also had a Yokai inside him, and his reaction upon discovering yours was so exaggerated that it threw you off. He acted like you were the most incredible thing in the world. And when Momo, with her telekinetic powers, looked at you with that sparkle in her eyes and said, "How cool, another weirdo like us!" something inside you began to crack.

Without realizing it, you started talking to them more. First shyly at lunch, then after school, and finally even on the weekends. A new routine that made you feel... happy. Yes, happy. A word you never thought would have any meaning in your life.

And as if fate wanted to spoil your former loneliness, the gang grew. Aira, with her intense personality and a Yokai; Jiji, who was also bonded to a Yokai; Kinta, with his heavy humor; and not to mention Seiko Ayase, Momo's grandmother, who smoked like the planet's oxygen depended on her cigarette. Oh, and Turbo Abuela, a ghost trapped in a fortune cat. Among them, in some strange way, you began to fit in.

That night, you were sitting at the table in Seiko's house. Dinner was chaos in the form of harmony. Kinta was making fun of Jiji, Momo was shooting dirty looks at Okarun every time he said something stupid, Aira was eating calmly, though she had a smile she tried to hide, and Turbo Abuela was making sarcastic comments. Seiko, unfazed, smoked silently as if she'd seen it all before.

Suddenly, you found yourself laughing out loud. Not a nervous or polite laugh, but a genuine one, the kind that comes from the chest. And amid the jokes, the shouting, the cigarette smoke, and the shared food, you understood something simple but powerful: having friends wasn't so bad after all. For the first time in your life, you weren't invisible.