I'm Right Here ||Hanako-Kun x Reader||

Watching

                                                             Author's Note:      

I started writing this after watching the anime and doing some research. This won't be based on it entirely. I might make this an AU. I really do want to check out the manga. I've already got a Barns and Noble card for at least 2 mangas. 👉😎👉 So I'm going to try the best I can to make this interesting! ^^

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You spent most of your time in the bathroom. It sounded odd, but you didn't mind the place was absolutely stunning! And that was hard to say for most bathrooms you'd come across over the years. Your designated spot would be under a window sill, usually scribbling away at another story of yours. You liked this bathroom in particular, not only because it was well-kept, but because nobody would usually enter, not after the rumor spread about Hanako-san. You grinned childishly at the thought. "Pfft, who are those kids kidding? Ghosts? Not a thing." You reassured yourself. Sometimes you'd hear weird noises and movement. But you never paid it any mind. It was all in your head. Or so you told yourself.

You weren't one to believe in rumors, nonetheless ghosts, at least none that interacted with people. On that note, you continued your writing about a vampire and a werewolf. It was admittedly cliché, but nobody would read it anyway. Someone would think it funny, considering you mostly wrote about fantasies surrounding the things you didn't believe.

Speaking of, you weren't aware of a certain spirit listening in, watching you with quiet interest. "Why is this so hard?" You started abruptly. The ghost raised an eyebrow. "Hrumph." You pouted, "Okay, let's see.. the pair can't be together because their families are at war. They sneak out together, disregarding the rules, and end up in an enchanted forest." You trail, mind buzzing with questions. You then start to beat yourself up about how stupid it sounds and why you'll never be a good writer. You went on until you finally stood up. "This was supposed to be a fun exercise, dammit." You promptly tore the paper up and crumbled it. You laughed, though it was devoid of humor. "How am I supposed to be in writers club if I can't finish anything!" You shouted, tears pricking your eyes. The ghost was surprised at your outburst. They quite liked what you had written down so far. "You're too hard on yourself!" They would say, but you couldn't hear them. They sighed, now glancing out the window as you left.

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You unobtrusively headed to your next class. You hummed a soft tune as the teacher declared the homework she would assign. This was your last class of the day before you could finally get your two-hour alone time. You would spend this time in the bathroom, and if that didn't work on the rooftop. It wasn't that you didn't like it up there; it just made you feel lonely. You instantly smacked your cheeks, making sure not to draw too much attention. You weren't lonely! You had a great family! Perhaps they seemed to pay more attention to your needy siblings, but they loved you. Maybe they never hung out with you, and it felt awkward around them, but that didn't mean anything. You sucked in a breath, newfound tears filling your eyes; why were you crying?! "Hey, Y/N? Are you okay?" A classmate asked, snapping you out of your panic. You were in a few of your classes with them, so you weren't fully surprised. You hastily rubbed your eyes raw against your sleeve and looked up at the boy with a smile. "Yeah, just remembering something." You began to pack up your stuff. You despised the fact you looked so weak. It made you feel worse. "Are you sure?" He asked, worry evident in his tone. "Yes, I'm fine!" You answered, abruptly getting to your feet. You bowed your head, eyes blurry and stinging. He let you leave, clearly seeing you weren't ready to talk. Which was understandable; you barely talked to him.

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"And then I started crying! In front of this guy.." You trailed, which had the ghost laugh. "Do you like this boy or something?" They questioned. "I mean, I don't understand why. I got so embarrassed. I was crying. And then he came up, and honestly? It could've been anyone. I still would've felt terrible." You sighed loudly. "God, I've stooped to talking to myself in the bathroom?" You gestured wildly, tears flowing down your cheeks. You wiped at your eyes again, shoving your face in your knees, trying to will down the crying with ugly hiccuping. To say the ghost didn't feel bad for you would be lying to himself. He felt similar when he was younger, not wanting people to see him cry or see him in a pathetic state. He desperately wanted to comfort you, tease you, make a joke, something! It sucked that he couldn't talk to you. All he could do was gaze at you with sympathy. 

                                        Author's Note II:

     So I realize I changed from the first person to the third person a few times, especially with Hanako-Kun's responses. I may edit that later on, but what do you think? Should I keep Y/N semi first-person and change with Hanako? Maybe not change with Hanako and have him be like: He wished he could talk to you. I've seen a few people do that before. Maybe drop the first person altogether to make it easier. Though, it might feel less personable. I'll figure it out, but it would be awesome if you'd like to share your thoughts! ^^