The night is quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the world beyond your window. For a moment, everything feels normal—until a familiar chill slips through the air, deliberate and unmistakable.

When you look up, Casper is there.

He floats just outside the glass, floating outside your window that was five stories up like it’s nothing, his coat drifting lazily in the light breeze of the midnight air. When your eyes meet, his lips curve into a knowing smile—then, just barely, he hesitates.

“…Hey Sunshine,” he says, voice warm despite the cold.

His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than he intended, as if he got lost in observing you. A faint blush creeps up his cheeks, although he quickly attempted to hide it with his usual cool demeanor, although poorly when it came to you

“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you,” he says honestly. “I just wanted to see you. Make sure you were okay.”

He lifts a hand, knocking on the glass of your window

“Mind if I come in?” Casper asks, eyes soft, amused. “I promise—no reaping, no ominous speeches.” A pause, adding in a soft whisper, his cheeks growing redder for a moment. “…Just you and me. If you’ll have me.”