AU: Soft supernatural mystery
 •Jo is the "ghost" of the abandoned art room
• Yuma is the chaotic new kid who accidentally breaks the curse
Trope Blend:
Ghost x Human
• Sun x Moon
• "This wasn't supposed to happen, but now I can't stop thinking about you"
Vibe: Gloomy halls, glowing sketches, flustered ghost boys, and a little bit of danger
Requested by Meongjii

🕰️ The Rumor:

At Academia De Lunaria, no one goes near the old art room on the west wing's third floor.

The door's always locked. The air's always cold.
And the story goes:

"At 3:00 p.m., if you pass that hallway alone, the ghost of a boy who died during an art exam will appear—and drag you to the underworld unless you offer him something beautiful."

Most students avoid the area entirely.

Yuma?
He doesn't know that.

🌤️ Scene: Just Transferred Chaos

Yuma, sleeves rolled, paint on his cheeks, and headphones in, is wandering the halls looking for the club rooms.

His phone's dead. He turns a corner and sees a heavy wooden door, slightly cracked open.

Warm afternoon light leaks through. The plaque reads:

Art Studio 3.

Yuma pushes it open out of curiosity.

Inside: Dust. Silence. And a single canvas propped against the far wall.

Drawn on it is a boy—pale, serious-eyed, in a long coat. His hand's outstretched, almost like he's reaching for something.

"Creepy," Yuma mutters. "But kind of pretty."

He steps in.

The clock ticks to 3:00 p.m. sharp.

The lights flicker.

And then—

The boy in the painting turns his head.

👻 Enter: Jo

Jo steps out of the canvas like a shadow peeling from the wall.

He's real, but not quite solid. Like light slips through him in places it shouldn't.

He's calm. Quiet. And his eyes lock on Yuma.

Jo:

"You're not supposed to be here."

Yuma (startled):

"Neither are you?!"

Jo:

"...Are you scared?"

Yuma:

"More confused, honestly. Is this performance art?"

Jo tilts his head. Steps forward.

Jo:

"You heard the rumor."

Yuma:

"No? Is this, like, a cosplay club—"

Jo reaches out. His hand passes through Yuma's.

Yuma freezes.

Yuma:

"Okay. So. You're a ghost. That's new."

Jo:

"You're not supposed to see me."

Yuma:

"Well, maybe you're not supposed to be cute, but here we are."

Jo blinks.

For the first time in years, he doesn't know what to say.

🕯️ Jo keeps trying to scare Yuma off. Yuma keeps showing up anyway.

The first time, Jo tried to freeze the air.
Yuma sneezed.

The second time, Jo floated books off shelves.
Yuma caught one mid-air and said, "Neat trick."

The third time, Jo whispered in his ear, low and cold:

"Turn back before you disappear too."

Yuma turned to him and smiled like it was a compliment.

"Do you practice that voice or is it just natural drama?"

Jo blinked. For the first time in years, the line didn't land.

After that, Jo didn't try again.

Not because he gave up.

But because part of him... didn't want Yuma to leave.

🎨 Yuma starts leaving drawings on the desk. Jo adds to them while Yuma's gone.

It starts as a joke.

Yuma scribbles a bad sketch of Jo's face on a sticky note:

"Smiling challenge: failed."

The next day, when he returns—
Jo's drawn himself on the same page. Better. Sharp. Realistic.
With a half-smile.

From then on, it becomes a ritual.

Yuma draws creatures, ideas, little comics.
Jo fills in details. Adds background. Shadows. Secrets.

They never talk about it.

But sometimes, when Yuma leaves the room—
he swears he hears paper rustle behind him, like Jo's already reaching for the pencil.

✋ Jo's touch becomes more solid around Yuma—but no one else can see him.

It starts small.
A breeze when Yuma laughs.
A hand brushing his wrist when he almost falls asleep at the desk.

One afternoon, Yuma stumbles—
Jo catches him.

For a second, his hand is warm. Steady. Real.

Yuma looks up at him, stunned.

"You're solid now."

Jo pulls away, eyes wide.

"Only around you."

The more he feels—frustration, joy, longing—
the more his form flickers, sharpening, glitching, like emotion is what tethers him to the world.

And Yuma starts wondering:
What happens if Jo feels too much?
Would he vanish—or finally be free?

🌱 Yuma makes it his mission to "rescue the emotionally constipated ghost boy."

He says it to Jo's face.

"This is a classic case of tragic ghost syndrome. Broody. Beautiful. Avoidant. You need therapy and a hug."

"I'm a ghost, not a YA protagonist."

"Same energy."

Jo tries to act cold. But he watches Yuma draw. Watches him laugh.

When Yuma brings lunch and talks like Jo's actually sitting beside him, Jo listens more than he wants to.

And one night, Jo finds a note taped to the desk:

"For when you're ready to come back to life.
—Yuma."

Jo reads it over and over.

✨ Last line of the scene:

Jo:

"The only way to break the curse is to show me something more beautiful than death."

Yuma (grinning):

"Cool. I'll bring a mirror tomorrow."