Ghost in the Closet

Double Date (Platonic, Of Course).

It has come to my attention that this story is technically necrophilia. About to cutely jump off a bridge. 🥰

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"Why did you agree to this, Ouma?" Saihara sighed as the ghost led him along the street.

"It'll be fun! Come on, I haven't been out in a decade and I'm not going alone with your disgusting friends!" Saihara rolled his eyes, trying desperately to keep up with Ouma's wavering speed.

Akamatsu created a plan to push Ouma and Saihara closer together, especially since the latter had no clue where to start. She didn't hide any of her intentions from the man, but he didn't mind since it was to help him. Unfortunately, it meant a double date with her and her girlfriend whom Saihara had never met in his life. He hated not knowing who he'd be around and not knowing how to behave in front of them. Whatever, he could just be himself and they could get fucked. Hopefully, she wouldn't be a filthy criminal.

Ouma began humming as he slowed to a calmer walk. Saihara frowned at him; the ghost never hummed to himself before, so why now? "Are you okay?" He asked, hesitant that he might be reading the other's cues incorrectly.

"You haven't been doing much work lately," the ghost sighed. He planted a fake pout on his lips, but Saihara noticed genuine sorrow behind his violet eyes. "What's gotten into you?"

Saihara hummed in thought and stared at the pavement whilst they walked. Yeah, come to think of it, he hadn't killed in a week now. "Guess I've been too caught up in other stuff," he muttered.

Ouma gasped and grabbed Saihara's hand. He didn't flinch this time, now used to the ghost's ice-cold touch. Somehow, the freezing sensation warmed his cheeks. "Let's go together then!" The ghost's eyes sparkled like a toddler and Saihara couldn't help but smile at the sight. Two childish adults, till death and life, did they part.

"We already do," Saihara reminded him. Every time he had killed since befriending Ouma, the ghost joined him. It took a few weeks but Ouma's enthusiasm grew to match Saihara's and he even began laughing.

"This time we can make it special though," Ouma smirked. Whilst entering the bar, Saihara wondered what the ghost could mean. It seemed like he had a plan, something to surprise Saihara... Unfortunately, he immediately became distracted when he spotted Akamatsu in the corner booth, one that Saihara preferred since it was out of the way.

Saihara led Ouma to the booth, the two waving at Akamatsu and sliding into their seats. The detective sat on the edge; there was no way he'd be pinned in the corner. "Hey, guys! My girlfriend went to grab drinks, she'll be here in a second!" They nodded in understanding. Akamatsu gasped and covered her mouth with dainty hands. "Sorry, I should've checked earlier but Ouma, do you drink? I know Saihara doesn't."

"Depends if they have the good shit," Ouma muttered whilst inspecting his nails.

Saihara frowned, a thought crossing his mind. "Can you get drunk?"

"Hmm." The ghost tapped his chin, swinging his head from side to side as he pretended to think. "Maybe!"

"What about taste?"

"Maybe~!"

"Can you give us a straight answer?" Saihara sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't mind it though, Ouma kept him guessing.

"Nope!" Ouma leaned back in the tacky, red leather seats, hands sandwiched between his head and the booth. Saihara found it adorable how his head barely peeked above the seat. "Too gay for that shit!"

Rolling his eyes, Saihara rested his elbow on the table and cheek in his hand. "Why do I like you?" He muttered.

The air around them froze as Ouma and Akamatsu stared at him, both smirking in glee. Ouma tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "You like me~?"