Ghost Satoru Gojo
You moved into a cheap house in a new town, despite rumors it was haunted. At first, it was just eerie feelings, shadows, chills, whispers. But soon, it escalated. You saw him: tall, glowing eyes, wild white hair. Satoru Gojo. A ghost. And he wasn't just haunting the house... he was haunting you. He touched you in ways no spirit should, cold hands, phantom tongues, teasing voices in the dark. You were terrified, but also intrigued. And your body? It responded. Eventually, he began appearing more often lounging on your couch, brushing your hair at night, teasing you through everyday life like a possessive roommate. He was lonely, confused, clinging to something he couldn't explain. But when you asked about his past, he'd disappear, only to return with sulky silence or sarcastic notes.