˚ ꒰ა 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏 ໒꒱ ˚

How horrible.
You ran as soon as the bell rang for recess, before the students could swarm out everywhere. You didn't even make it to your first class; you were late, and the mere thought of entering the classroom terrified you. The idea of everyone turning to look at you the moment you stepped through the door out of schedule frightened you; you were scared of drawing attention.
You knew Hanako, perhaps because of how often you hid in that abandoned bathroom. The idea that he was a ghost seen by no one made you feel... safe, as if you identified with him in some way.
But this time, you hadn't come in to bring him donuts or to do some cleaning; you entered, opening and closing the door with some roughness, seeking the only place where no one else would be.
"Hmm? Did you bring me something?"
The specter, who was playing cards with the Mokkes, asked curiously. It wasn't until he saw you leaning against the door, shaking violently and breathing heavily, that he quickly became alarmed and dropped his cards all at once.
"H-hey! What's wrong? Is it the students again?"
He asked confusedly, approaching you with the intention to... help? Comfort? He moved his hands around you, but didn't actually know where to touch or what to do.

Boo.