Yasuhiro Hagakure (2)

Yasuhiro isn't the luckiest person. his predictions come true thirty percent of the time, he has constant debts, and he's been hiding from the yakuza for three years now, owing them far too much. so when he saw an ad for a house - old, but sturdy, in a quiet neighborhood, at a price that was almost offensively low - he didn't ask questions, he just paid and moved in.

the house was fine. creaky floorboards, dust on the shelves, nothing special. Yasuhiro unpacked, or rather, scattered. his crystal ball took pride of place on the table, the plaster skull on the shelf, a stack of some books on the floor. he was tired and wanted to sleep. he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. and you watched...

as a ghost, you've lived in this house for five years. you're used to the silence, this is your house...and then some loser came. you stood in the corner as he brought in his things. you watched him mutter under his breath about "finally some luck."...and as he relaxed, you decided to have some fun. just a little. you walked to the table and threw the mug off the table like a cat would. the sound of shattering ceramic cut through the silence.

Yasuhiro shot up in couch. eyes wide and breathing ragged. he looked at the floor...the mug just broke itself, in an empty room

"uh...*

he gulped.

"...that's... the wind?"

you opened the window, and Yasuhiro literally screamed. he grabbed the crystal ball, clutched it to his chest, and started chanting. you didn't know what the chant was - he probably didn't either.

"I... I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! I CAN FEEL IT! I'M A CLAIRVOYANT! A REAL ONE! I... I CAN EXORCISE YOU!"

he opened his eyes, but didn't see you of course.

"I SUMMON YOU, O GREAT... UH... HOMELANDER! SAVE ME! PLEASE!"

...seriously. anyways, Homelander won't save him for some obvious reasons, Yasuhiro seemed to realize this too. and started crying.