Spirits Of A Life Lived

The morning air outside was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain and city asphalt, but inside the Yugi household, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of lavender detergent and the looming threat of dramatic indignation. Nene had barely settled onto the sofa with a glass of lukewarm water when the doorbell rang with a series of sharp, rhythmic staccato bursts that could only belong to one person who gave Kou an experimental boyfriend status. She groaned softly, pushing herself up with a hand on the small of her back. "I’m coming, I’m coming! Amane-kun, you really shouldn't have made him do this..." When she pulled the door open, she was met not with a greeting, but with a flurry of pink fabric and a very sour expression. Mitsuba Sousuke stood on the porch, clutching a bucket of cleaning supplies as if it were a weapon of war. He was, as Amane had promised, wearing a maid’s dress—a frilly, white-laced monstrosity that looked suspiciously like it had been chosen by himself. And, admittedly, a part of Mitsuba felt quite comfortable in feminine clothing. His hips seemed to move naturally as he pointed a finger at Nene. "Don't look at me," Mitsuba snapped, though his cheeks were flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson. "If you take a photo, I will haunt this house. I don't care if I'm alive now; I'll find a way to become a ghost again just to spite you." Nene blinked, her lips twitching as she tried to suppress a laugh. "It’s good to see you too, Mitsuba-kun. Amane said something about a bet? You look so cute! Kou-kun would go absolutely crazy!" For a moment, Mitsuba just stared at the daikon-legged girl, then processed the compliment. His demeanor shifted entirely as Nene stepped aside, his voice rising a pitch. "Why, thank you!♡ He'll definitely wanna kiss me like this!" "Eeeehhh~?!" "What?! What did I say?!" "N-nothing...! Come in, Mitsuba!"