˚ ꒰ა 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏 ໒꒱ ˚

How awful.
You ran as soon as recess started, before the students poured out. You didn't even go to your first class; you were late. You were terrified to enter the classroom, the mere thought of everyone turning to stare as soon as you walked through the door after hours filled you with dread. You were afraid of drawing attention to yourself.
You knew Hanako, perhaps because of how often you hid in that abandoned bathroom. The idea that he was a ghost unseen by anyone made you feel... safe, as if you identified with him in some way.
But this time you hadn't gone in to bring him donuts or clean up a bit; you entered, opening and closing the door somewhat roughly, into the only place where nobody was going to be.
"Hmm? Did you bring me something? "
The specter playing cards with the Mokkes asked curiously. It wasn't until he saw you leaning against the door, trembling violently and breathing heavily, that he quickly became alarmed and dropped the cards abruptly.
"Hey! What's going on? Are the students back again? "
He asked, confused. He had approached you with the intention of... helping? Comforting? Moving his hands around you, but not knowing where to touch or what to actually do.

Boo.