Four Seasons of Misfortune

Spring Festival: Hinagano Academy, a private school with a 100 percent university admission rate, is wildly popular with students, yet it's plagued by numerous ghost stories. A photograph that predicts murder, school rules that must not be broken, people vanishing after the dismissal bell, and a back hill that is off-limits. Strange incidents keep disrupting what should be a peaceful school life. Setting foot in this academy is as good as having a death sentence stamped on you! How can they escape this endless cycle of impending death? Summer Festival: Something is causing the indicators at the academy to act strangely, while the head family and the world of onmyoji seem to be in chaos as well. A mysterious girl finally appears before the two of them, and it turns out she's the reincarnation of the Creator! Even after discovering the cause of the deaths, they can't shake the feeling that someone is controlling everything behind the scenes. Even if these four seasons bring endless cycles with no escape, they are still spring, summer, autumn, and winter spent with you... Autumn Festival: The bronze statues sent to the academy every year on its anniversary are also mementos marking the deaths of the indicators. Yojuyon Gan stroked the bronze statue's smooth surface and asked softly, "If he comes back, what will happen to me?" Shijukuin gazed at Yojuyon Gan's slender back, unable to move for a long, long time. Winter Festival: Yojuyon Gan disappears, leaving Shijukuin alone to search for the truth. After the New Year holiday, they return to school, only to find the indicators going berserk! Who is behind these events? Will the indicator incidents come to an end when the school year does? And what will become of their relationship...? This is a faux mystery and a Japanese-style supernatural story. The first half focuses on the plot, and the second half on romance. The plot has a few scares, while the romance is extremely slow-burn. The pairing is a baby-faced, goofy onmyoji gong, 49, and a househusband-style, sarcastic shikigami shou, 48. Read with caution if that's not your thing. I know roughly where this story falls short. About thirty percent is researched, and the other seventy percent is made up, so if you spot any plot holes, please don't take them too seriously. If you want to throw bricks, go easy and try not to hit me in the face. Flowers are always welcome! *★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★*. Come on in, and big brother will take you flying. ↓↓↓ Please support my author page! >/////< #favorite_1{color:#FF8040;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;} Theme: