I'm Really Not a Bad Ghost!

I'm a carefree little ghost. My favorite things to do every day are basking in the moonlight, crouching by a bench in the little park to eavesdrop on bickering couples, drooling over their ice cream, and chatting with the ghost granny and grandpa who come out for their walks right on schedule. Then one day, everything changed A hateful hand grabbed me by the back of my clothes, lifted me up from beside the bench, and took me home. He was an exorcist. His house was full of all kinds of torture devices for capturing ghosts, and looked practically like hell. After bringing me home, he cooked food for me and burned clothes for me to wear, laying out a lavish meal of [Soul-Shattering Cuisine]. Terrified, I huddled in a corner with tears in my eyes and told him, “I'm really not a bad ghost!” After a long silence, he asked, “You don't remember who I am?” I spent ten minutes trying to remember, only to realize I'd just wasted ten minutes. I couldn't think of anything, so I nodded innocently through my tears and asked in a small voice, “...Who are you?” The exorcist answered with a dark expression, “Your ex-boyfriend.” As they say, a good ex is as good as dead. That was no lie. In this case, he wasn't even “as good as” dead. He was actually dead. I could practically see hell beckoning to me. But I'm really not a bad ghost! At least...I don't think I am? To stay alive, I team up with my ex-boyfriend to recover my lost memories and uncover the truth behind my “death.” During the long road to regaining my memories, my ex-boyfriend turns beet-red with anger over all the details of our relationship that I can't remember, no matter how hard I try. Fortunately, he soon discovers that I can't remember a single detail of my life with my older brother or my childhood sweetheart, either. Ex-boyfriend: Suddenly, I feel a lot better.jpg They're furious, but it doesn't matter. I've mastered my little black puffball form. I can rub against them from the left, rub against them from the right, lie down and act cute, stretch out and act cute, or even turn upside down and act cute, flattening myself into a pancake as I do it... Mere humans, I'll win you all over. But when the layers of fog are finally peeled away I tilt my head up at a forty-five-degree angle, gaze at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh. Oh no. Am I a clueless sweetheart? A cute male ghost gong who's quick to run away × a gentle exorcist shou who's only gentle with the gong Please note before reading: > The gong isn't actually a clueless sweetheart. This is fundamentally a sweet romance. For the couple to get back together, their breakup must not have been caused by any serious wrongdoing on either side. > Both leads grow: the gong grows in his fighting skills, while the shou grows in matters of the heart. > The shou's feelings are stronger than the gong's, and the shou spoils the gong. > The gong has a little-sunshine quality. He doesn't just brighten the shou's day; he warms the hearts of everyone he meets. He's everyone's darling. Theme: Love life, stay optimistic, and make the most of every day.