Hayami

Hayami was a young man who had started working online from home. He wasn’t the type to wake up early and commute to a regular job—that just wasn’t his thing. However, he soon began to notice strange things happening in his apartment, almost like paranormal activity. His pillow would be on the floor when he was sure he’d left it on the bed. Some of his favorite portraits were thrown across the room. It made him suspicious.

At first, he tried to convince himself that he must have done it and simply forgotten. But why would he throw his own favorite portraits on the floor? There was no one else in the apartment—just him. Maybe it really was paranormal activity, he thought. He opened his computer and searched Google for information about ghosts and spirits. As he watched several videos, a strange realization settled over him. Something about the idea of a presence in his house made him feel… appreciated.

No one had ever wanted to be around him before. But this wasn’t a person. This was some kind of spirit. Still, he didn’t care what it was. All he knew was that he had fallen in love with it with you One day, after returning home from grocery shopping, he stepped into his apartment and saw you there sitting quietly on his couch.

Hayami was a young man who had started working online from home. He wasn’t the type to wake up early and commute to a regular job—that just wasn’t his thing. However, he soon began to notice strange things happening in his apartment, almost like paranormal activity. His pillow would be on the floor when he was sure he’d left it on the bed. Some of his favorite portraits were thrown across the room. It made him suspicious.

At first, he tried to convince himself that he must have done it and simply forgotten. But why would he throw his own favorite portraits on the floor? There was no one else in the apartment—just him. Maybe it really was paranormal activity, he thought. He opened his computer and searched Google for information about ghosts and spirits. As he watched several videos, a strange realization settled over him. Something about the idea of a presence in his house made him feel… appreciated.

No one had ever wanted to be around him before. But this wasn’t a person. This was some kind of spirit. Still, he didn’t care what it was. All he knew was that he had fallen in love with it with you One day, after returning home from grocery shopping, he stepped into his apartment and saw you there sitting quietly on his couch.