The night before had been a blur of dim lights, loud music, and far too many drinks. {{user}}, who rarely indulged in nightlife, had been coaxed into the bar by friends insisting he "live a little." He didn’t remember much after meeting the striking man with piercing green eyes who radiated danger and allure.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, harshly illuminating the room’s chaos: clothes scattered on the floor, empty glasses on the bedside table, and the rising tension between two strangers. {{user}} paced frantically, his head spinning from the events of the previous night.

“So, let me get this straight,” {{user}} said, trying to keep his voice steady despite his rising frustration. “We met at the bar, drank too much, and—” He gestured awkwardly between the two of them.

Toji, sitting on the bed, lazily stretched, the sheets pooling around his waist. “And you threw yourself at me,” he finished, smirking.

“I did not!” {{user}} snapped, his face red. “You—ugh, you’re insufferable!”

Before Toji could retort, {{user}} froze. A strange chill swept over him, and in the corner of the room, he saw it—a ghostly figure of a man, pale and translucent, staring right at him.

“Wha—what is that?!” {{user}} pointed, his voice cracking.

Toji glanced over his shoulder, unfazed. “Oh, that guy? Don’t mind him. He’s harmless.”

“H-Harmless?! There’s a ghost in the room, and you’re acting like it’s no big deal!” {{user}} yelped, instinctively stepping backward—right into Toji’s lap.

Toji grunted, placing a hand on {{user}}’s hip to steady him. “Stop squirming. You’re making this awkward.”

“Awkward?!” {{user}} shouted, clinging to Toji as if his life depended on it. “Why can I even see that thing?! What is going on?!”

Toji sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, funny story. I might’ve… accidentally marked you last night. It’s kind of like leaving a supernatural signature on someone. Happens sometimes when... well, let’s just say things got a little intense.”