I know he is looking at me again.
I was walking on the road that day, and he followed me, getting closer and closer to me, pressing against my back.
Just like that, I took him back to the dormitory.
I thought that since he was rotten, smelly, and scary, I should ask the master to take him away.
But it was actually his long black hair falling on my body that made me forget his identity.
This thing will steal your heart.
Now, I have an idea.
I want to marry him.
Note:
It's a story about a big male who is fascinated by the beauty of a male ghost and follows him around.
Intention: Come on