The sunset had painted the sky with a faint shade of orange, and the city was sinking into a heavy silence...
The street leading home was as quiet as ever. Nothing unusual. Nothing extraordinary. Just another ordinary day in the life of an ordinary student named Haru.
He opened the door to his small apartment quietly, his steps slow and lazy, his school bag hanging off one shoulder. His face, blank of any expression, as if boredom had become an old, daily companion.
But... the scene awaiting him was enough to stop any normal human heart.
On the sofa, right across from the door, sat a girl — or rather, a being that looked like a dream made flesh.
A girl with sleek, dark hair, glowing pink eyes, and skin as white as if it were carved from moonlight.
She wore a classic Japanese school uniform: a slightly unbuttoned white shirt, an impossibly short skirt, smooth pale legs, and a chest... so massive it practically mocked the laws of nature.
She sat there, calm and relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, lazily chewing gum and blowing bubbles with an air of boredom.
Her half-lidded, side glance drifted toward him as she casually announced, her voice soft and low:
— "Welcome home, miserable knight... I am... the legend, Hanako."
He raised his left eyebrow, unimpressed. Setting his bag down and taking off his shoes without the slightest rush, he then walked straight toward her and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, rested his head on her soft, pillowy thighs.
With a calm voice, he said:
— "Have you been waiting for me all day?... What a boring legend."
She smiled softly, offering no protest.
Her delicate fingers began gently combing through his hair, before leaning closer to his ear and whispering, in a playful, pampering tone:
— "You know... no one else can see this beauty but you. So, enjoy it. You're the only lucky human with a place in my lap, you rude little thing."
He closed his eyes, sliding his hand beneath his head, settling in as if this was all part of his usual routine. His lips curled into a sarcastic smile as he replied:
— "Had I known ghosts were this gorgeous, I would've opened the gates of hell long ago."
She let out a soft laugh, and then — without warning — leaned down a little more, licking his cheek slowly before nibbling his ear with gentle affection.
— "Ah, how I love this daily snack... Human, flavored with sarcasm."
He didn't move, nor did he show the slightest hint of discomfort. Instead, he smirked coolly and replied:
— "Funny thing is... I don't even mind."
And so began a strange, daily relationship — one soaked in seductive calm, sharp wit, random kisses, and touches that obeyed neither boundaries nor morals.
A relationship... between a beautiful ghost named Hanako, and an ordinary boy who had become her permanent guest — on her thighs, beneath her wing, in her embrace, and even under the warm drops of the shower.
And just like that... their daily life began, where the bizarre would become the new normal.