Smut for ALL ANIME WEEBS

Asahi x tanaka

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh! okie for all of you that are going to read this be aware that this is a Asahi x tanaka fanfic and im not really used to have ing this ship so bear with me; also I couldn't come up with a name for this one so its just going to be the ship. NOW after you read this I want to guys to go show some love to my editor Anime-freek. AND NOW enjoys the fanfic.

Asahi knew that going to the movies with a scary-movie-lover like Noya and an aspiring director like Ennoshita was a bad idea.

Scratch that.

It was an absolutely terrible idea.

But Noya had assured him it would be fine. Ennoshita had promised that the trailer only made the movie scarier than it was.

They lied. Asahi hisses internally - hisses like who was Asahi any more? Asahi never hisses. This movie freakin' changed him.

So Asahi went, because their lies assured him he'd come out of this movie unscathed.

But, again.

They mcfreakin' lied.

Supersize-me-lied with a side of fuck-you-french fries.

Asahi isn't too sure if he could pull his blanket any higher up and over his head, but he sure as hell is gonna try. He keeps the door to his bedroom closed, both bedside table lights on to their brightest setting. Asahi is hell-bent -- no, dead-set -- no, that's even worse -- going to make sure that he makes it through this night with not even the slightest of nightmares.

Midnight.

The Witching Hour, Asahi thinks bitterly.

He figures if he can make it through midnight, there's nothing for him to fear.

Eventually, 1:00 AM goes by without a hitch and Asahi actually finds it in himself to sigh in relief - just a little though. There's still the whole night to go , Asahi reminds himself.

As it turns out...

...Asahi is completely within his rights to be scared fuckin' shitless.

It starts with creaking. Creaks that his house never used to make. The creaks sound like footsteps - tentative ones, but footsteps nonetheless. Asahi lives alone...there shouldn't be any footsteps sounding through his house. So there Asahi sits, scared out of his wits by his house's sudden ability to creak very, very loudly.

Following the phantom footsteps is a knock at his door.

How unexpectedly polite.

But Asahi stays still, the only noise coming from him is a squeak - which he muffles to the best of his abilities.

"Okay...I guess I'll just come in.." Says a voice that is very much not Asahi's. "I know you're in there; I can hear you breathing."

Asahi doesn't even have it in him to scream.

For some reason, Asahi expects his door to open, but that is very much not the case. Instead, a full on figure just diffuses through his door. The figure - slightly see-through, with visible feet, sharp features, and a bald head - shyly steps towards Asahi's shaking frame.

"Um...hi."

"H-H-H-Hi.." Asahi somehow stutters out. What even the fuck, Azumane Asahi. Why in the ever-living fuck are you getting conversational with a fucking ghost?!

The swearing, it seems, is a new development for post-scary-movie-Asahi.

"So um...I'm kinda new to this whole..." The ghost waves his hand in the air lazily. "...ghost-y thing."