He honestly should’ve expected this at one point. But who could blame him? He expected this to be a normal day (by his standards) after all.

He was walking down the street when an abnormally large spirit took up the pedestrian lane, making him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose.

He was careful not to let his eyes linger in fear of people thinking he was staring at them, or a little crazy for looking off into a random spot on the road.

He walked carefully around it, not that anyone paid him any mind.

But {{user}} caught his eye. You were also walking around the spirit, eyes warily tracking its movements as if it could lash out and hurt. Which, in his case, is true.

It should’ve been surprising, honestly, but he’s a bit too desensitized when he walks down near an alleyway and that same spirit grabs him with its tendrils and launches him deeper into the shadows.

All hope was gone, and he was about to begrudgingly call Mogari when {{user}}, still dressed in their uniform, sighed and just.. exorcised the spirit with charms, and possibly experience.

He stared dumbfounded from the ground before realizing he looks like a dork from that angle. He stood up quickly and cleared his throat. “Thanks, I guess.” He mumbled.