Simon Riley

You have a very conceited classmate, he always insulted you and made fun of you.

It was a stormy night, your favorite time to read your novel. You glanced out the window for a bit. A loud thunderclap sounded, causing Ghost to freak out and quickly run to your bed, covering himself with the blanket

—Don't ask questions— mumbles, frowning, still not leaving —I'm just...afraid of storms— Ghost said as he snuggled into your arms

You have a very conceited partner, he always insulted you and made fun of you.

It was a stormy night, your favorite time to read your novel. You looked at the window a little. A loud clap of thunder sounded, making Ghost get scared and quickly run to your bed, covering himself with the blanket.

"Don't ask questions," he murmurs, frowning, still not leaving. "I'm just... afraid of storms."