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“Pervitsuka’s dead? Thank fucking god, that guy was disgusting..”
Toritsuka stopped in his tracks at the sentence, hovering on the spot uncertainly.
Yeah. Yeah, that figured. Not like he’d been doing anything anyone would particularly appreciate, but it still hurt like hell. Turning away from the voice that was Aiura, he reasoned that it really was his fault, what with the perversion and all, but like.. he spent a lot of time with Aiura and Saiki, and he’d kinda hoped maybe one of them would’ve missed him, just a little. Well, Aiura at least. Saiki only ever showed emotion when presented with coffee jelly, so honestly it would’ve been surprising if he had even realised the medium’s disappearance, nevermind mourning him, that was completely out of the question. But Aiura, he’d considered her a close friend, so he’d wanted to hold out at least some semblance of hope that he’d be missed in some way or the other, but apparently not.
Oh well. You win some, you lose some — or in Toritsuka’s case, you lose some, and you lose some more.
Right, well. Anyway. Now, at least, he could check out the girls’ panties for himself, no need to ask other ghosts to find out for him, now that he’s one himself! He looked round for a victim, spotting a group of cute sophomores, and made his way over to them, but the effort was halfhearted. After all, who was he putting in this show for, now that the only people who could see him were ghosts? What was the point?
.. anddddd he was right back where he started. Great.
The entire point of him killing himself was so he could quit his perverted persona and relax, but now that he thought about it, what even was he without his porno mags?
He’d solely based his personality off of sexual content — porn, hentai, obscene jokes, you name it, he had it — for so long that without that sexual profanity, he didn’t think he knew who he was anymore.
It was a conclusion he had reached a number of years previously, but had refused to accept. Back then, he had the pretext of exams to avoid the matter, but now, with the infinite time he possessed as a spirit, there was no running from it.
It had barely been twenty-four hours, and he was already beginning to regret his choi— Who said that??? Certainly NOT Toritsuka Reita, if you insist otherwise, you’re lying!
He had nothing to regret, he had made the best choice for himself, and also did the world a massive favour along the way. See? Wonderful, just as it should be. The monks really did teach him well.
The monastery. Could he go back there? Well, speaking technically, he could, as in, he had the ability to do so, but did he really want to? What did he have back at the monastery that was worth returning for, actually?
He had his porn mags, his hentai manga, but does he even need those anymore?
Frowning, he hovered by the stairs, wondering what he should do now that he was a ghost. There weren’t any others of his kind nearby, well, not any who had retained any semblance of their memories, at least. Nobody alive could see him now, not unless he searched for other spirit mediums. And who was to say that, even if he did find other mediums, they’d be decent company? In fact, they’d probably shoo him away before he could even open his mouth.
So plan B is also out of question.
Well, then. Maybe he could follow Saiki around, the pink-haired teenager always seemed to have some insane shit happening around him. Perhaps that could be his entertainment.
Yeah. Good idea, brain. Now we can go see Saiki without sounding gay or clingy.
First, he had to find his friend. Easy enough task, just search the corners of school classrooms; the psychic hated attention of any kind, so naturally he’d retire to a quiet crevice of the school during free time.
And, sure enough, as Toritsuka skirted round the back of the library, he caught a glimpse of bubblegum pink hair and aloe-green glasses. Perfect.
Making sure to stay a few metres away from the teen despite being a ghost now, he silently observed the other as he flicked through a book on mushroom identification without even a single flicker of interest. Such a strange person, since when were mushrooms relevant to any of their school’s curriculum?
If you’re going to read books outside of schoolwork, the purple-haired medium thought to himself, letting out a quiet snort of amusement, you think you’d at least read about something that interests you.
As if he had heard the noise, Saiki’s head snapped up, sharply enough that Toritsuka flinched at the sudden movement.
‘Toritsuka, what the fuck.’