The tension in the air was thick as Ghost narrowed his eyes at you, his tone laced with irritation.

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" He grumbled, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.

"No?" You replied, trying to keep your expression neutral, but you could feel the corners of your lips twitching.

"Do I look stupid to you?" He pressed, his voice carrying a hint of menace.

You tried—oh, you tried—to keep your composure, but the way he looked so genuinely offended, paired with the absurdity of the situation, was too much. A small snort escaped before you completely lost it.

"Haha~, I'm sorry," you managed to gasp between fits of giggles, leaning against his broad shoulder for support as you clutched your stomach.

Ghost stood there, arms crossed, his mask doing nothing to hide the glare in his eyes. But the faintest twitch of his lips betrayed him. "You’re impossible," he muttered, but his tone was softer now, almost amused despite himself.