[ a.n / what is this?? idk. some sort of horror thing, a little bit based off the k-drama dokkaebi. why are all my fics based off k-dramas in some sense sksksk. dokkaebi isn't even a horror but hey i'll turn it into one (the goblin won't be important in this story tbh). now that emergency couple is finished, i wanted to start another inazuma story! lemme know which characters you'd like to be a love interest. this chapter looks a little cluttered, so my apologies! im setting up as best as i can! ]

[ warning; this fiction contains severe violence, abuse, mentions of suicide, death, themes of horror, psychological horror and profanity. ]

key;
[Y/n] [L/n] - Your Name, Last Name
[e/c] - Eye colour
[h/c] - Hair colour
[f/c] - Favourite colour
Oba-san - this is the term for your aunt, if they are older than your parents

Synopsis;
You're an 18 year old student in highschool. Ever since you were born, you could both see, hear, and touch spirits. This is definitely not a blessing, but more so of a curse. You're constantly forced to fight your inner demons, and those in the outside world that for some reason - want you dead.

[ prologue. ]

A void of endless blackness. You're unable to move any of your aching limbs, despite how sore they are, despite how they scream and cry out to move. You're completely frozen in your place, in a world ridden of any light, any will, and any hope.

You can't bring yourself to scream, either. No voice will come from your vocal chords, your mute screams are drowned out by the incomprehensible whispers, right beside your ear. The millions of different voices make everything sound like a jumble of words, you're unable to understand anything.

Finally, your eyes snap open, a soft gasp slipping through your quavering lips. Your vision is met with the white ceiling of your small bedroom. . .

You blinked a few times, before slowly bringing yourself to sit up. You let out a sigh of relief, now that you can finally move your arms and legs. Seconds after sitting up, your alarm clock had went off. You always somehow manage to wake up before needed. Without letting it go on any longer, you quickly switched off the clock, and got out of bed.

Your bedroom is small, but big enough for you to study in. To the left is your bed, to the right is your closet and desk. Straight ahead is a window as big as the entire room, but you like the window this way, lots of light is let into your room, this way it doesn't feel stuffy. The ground is covered with a rather nice carpet, your feet don't meet cold floor in the morning - and for this, you're very grateful.

This is not really your bedroom, even though you've slept here for many, many years. This room belongs to your great-aunt, as it is in her house. You simply have been borrowing it for a while now, in return for quite a lot. . .

You calmly bring yourself to the window despite waking up from a paralyzing dream, you'd have this dream over a million times now. Your arms raise, and you pulled the [f/c] curtains open. Just as the sunlight immediately pools into your room, you heard a very familiar groan.

"Ow, ow, ow! What did you do that for!"

You tried not to roll your eyes, forcing yourself to turn around and look at the boy who was once lying down on your carpet.

"How many times have I told you to get out of my room if the light hurts you, Asuto?" You nonchalantly grab your hairbrush from your desk and start running the bristles through your mussed [h/c] hair.

"This is my room too, don't be mean, [Y/n]-chan!" The dark haired male huffed, pursing his lower lip in a pout. You stared at him with a straight face for a while, as he crawled under your desk to get away from the light. You couldn't help yourself, and let out a small laugh.

Even though you love the sun in the morning, you closed the curtains.

The boy around your age under your desk, on the verge of tantrum tears - is Inamori Asuto. A rather harmless spirit, asides from the fact he refuses to ever leave your bedroom no matter what. This makes things like getting dressed and such so much harder, because you have to do it in the bathroom, or shove Asuto into your closet and lock him in.

"You know I can't leave. . . Not that I want to, anyway." He mumbled, moving out from under your desk to plop himself onto your bed. 

Ah, yes, he really is a harmless spirit. You've known him since the day you moved into your great-aunt's house, since the moment you stepped into this room.

This room used to belong to him after all. Asuto used to love the sunlight just as much as you do now, and for some reason now that he's a spirit, the sunlight hurts him terribly. If he were to stay in the direct sun, he'd probably turn to ash. While going to heaven would be a better bet than being a prisoner of the sun, Asuto had grown to love your company. In fact, you were his only friend, and he was your only friend as well.

"I'm just joking. I won't kick you out, I promise." You chirped with a soft smile, sitting on the edge of your desk.

"I know." Asuto grinned before burying his face into your pillow. "So much softer than the carpet! [Y/n]-chan, can I sleep with you on the bed from now on?"

Just as he said this, you already grabbed your clothes and closed the door behind you after scolding him; "don't even think about it."

After quickly cleaning up and changing into your school uniform, you scampered down the staircase to get breakfast ready. As soon as you stepped onto the main floor - which consists of both the kitchen and living room, only separated by half a wall - you saw your aunt passed out on the floor. An empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table as the television played on.

Without any complaints, you turned off the television, and helped your aunt up onto the couch so she could rest. You cleaned up the table and went ahead into the kitchen, starting the rice cooker and the kettle.

Rice and some vegetables would be enough for breakfast, and you were only making the coffee for your aunt and uncle, or else they'd be terribly upset with you. While his wife was drinking away in the living room, your uncle still had the audacity to walk past her after coming home from work, and go to sleep on your own. Though, sometimes your aunt made it difficult to even feel sympathy for her.

"Make me a coffee." She groaned, pressing a hand against her forehead.

"I've already started." You responded simply.

"Fuck! My head hurts, hurry up!" The woman scolded you, but you didn't give her an answer. Delirious from her hangover, your aunt grabbed the television remote, whipping it across the room towards you. A chopstick fell from the counter and you knelt down to pick it up, the remote then smashed against the cupboard.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you, [Y/n]!"

"Yes, Oba-san." As you looked down at the thankfully unharmed device, Asuto was crouched down beside you, a visible frown on his face. Of course he had knocked over the fork, attempting to save you.

"Thank you." You whispered below your breath.

"You're welcome, [Y/n]-chan." The raven haired male chirped, an apologetic smile marring his soft features.

You'd quickly made breakfast, gave your aunt her coffee, ate your own fill, and wordlessly left the house - leaving Asuto behind to go back up to your room. Unfortunately, he couldn't follow you to school, the sun would burn him to a crisp.

Shifting your shoulder bag, you grasped the strap as your other hand stayed by your side. As soon as you'd stepped into the open, you could hear the voices again. . .

You could see more than just your kind neighbor watering her flowers, you could see the three spirits in the flower bushes, groveling and shrieking for the water to help their burning, melting skin. Despite staring straight ahead, you could always spot something in the corner of your eye, or standing right in your way. Without batting a lash, you walked right past the young man in your way, attempting a smile for you.

As far as you were concerned, none of these beings were to be trusted, none asides from Asuto.

As nonchalantly as possible, you reached into your bag for your phone and earbuds, plugging them into your ears to block out the voices, the whispers, the shrieks, the screams.

Just as you started your music, one of your feet hadn't hit ground, but instead you fell straight through a manhole in the sidewalk. A small shrill slipped past your lips, as the grate suddenly closed - blocking out any light. You fell on your arm, but this was better than on your front, or head.

The darkness consumed you yet again, as your limbs ached from the fall. You couldn't manage to get any voice out to call for help, either. Slowly sitting up, you noticed there was no ladder, and you'd fallen more than ten feet onto the disgusting sewer floor. The smell of mold hit your nose almost immediately, your small whimper echoing through the tunnel walls.

Luckily, your phone hadn't broken, so you quickly opened it to call for help. Your aunt definitely wasn't an option, and neither was your uncle. . . Your last choice was to call the emergency line. You quickly dialed the number and brought the phone to your ear, breathing heavily.

'We're sorry, but your phone does not have cell service. You are unable to make any calls. . .'

Screwing your eyes shut in frustration, you brought a hand to your forehead, trying your hardest to force back any tears. This took a while before you sucked in a deep breath and stood up. There had to be a way out of here somehow.

You decided to venture off to the right, the echo of your shoes hitting the concrete filled your ears.

A sudden noise of metal smashing relentlessly against the wall tore a shriek from your vocal chords, as you whipped yourself around. In the distance, all you could make out was a figure sauntering towards you, one crimson red eye glowering in the darkness. It's voice raspy and deep, followed by a humorless chuckle.

"Well, well. . . What do we have here?"