Takezawa's Ghost - Episode 3

Good morning.

Of course, I didn’t say that.

It has nothing to do with ghosts, but rather with the lethargy I feel after waking up.5:15 AM.

At that extremely difficult time, I didn’t have the mental capacity to greet someone who might or might not be there.

Another day has begun.

Now I’ll go to the bathroom, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, and style my hair…

Let’s stop.

The more I list, the more depressing it becomes.

I give up and get up.

 There are no ghosts.

Did he leave?

Of course, no one wants to live in the house of someone who criticizes them so much.

As I eat my toast, I recall what I said and did yesterday.

……a bit.

Maybe I exaggerated just a little.

Even though I was tired and had stepped on a landmine, I ended up saying things I didn’t need to say to the girl, who seemed to have some kind of situation going on.

I would apologise, but she’s gone now.

“…Haa.”

I’m always like this.

I act on impulse and end up regretting everything.

The answer to the question of why things are like this has been there for a long time.

Because they’re stupid.

I haven’t studied much.

My shyness grew so bad that I gave up on communicating with others.

So I became an idiot who has a hard time surviving in society.

I’ll admit I’m a fool.

So, let’s work to make ourselves a little better.

That was the only meaningful thing I could do right now.

“Good morning.”

“Oh… What’s the matter, Takezawa? Did you not get enough sleep?”

Aida-san, a senior colleague who works at the same workplace, asked me as soon as she saw my face.

“Yes. Well, I just couldn’t fall asleep.”

“I see. I get days like that. Here, have a bite of this and take your mind off things.”

Catch small objects thrown at you.

Gum. Gum to help you stay awake.

“Thank you.”

“It’s fine. There are plenty.”

Aida is a gruff but caring man in his fifties.

He’s been taking care of me since I started working here.

He explains the job carefully, and when we are alone during breaks, he talks to me so that things don’t become awkward.

What’s even more amazing is that he doesn’t invite people out drinking. He seems to be quite a drinker, but he drinks alone without inviting anyone, saying, “It’d be boring to drink with an old guy like me.”

I respect Aida-san for that.

If they were ever in trouble, I would want to help them.

Well, Aida is smart, so he stays out of trouble.

“Okay then. I’ll get to work…”

There was a reason why I couldn’t positively say those positive words.

This was because a little boy was clinging to Aida’s back.

The position is similar to piggybacking, so it looks cute at first glance, but the boy’s expression is not peaceful.

It was the expression of a demon, filled with hatred.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Aida-san was worried about me as if nothing had happened.

Even though I’m the one in an overwhelmingly worse state.

Maybe you can’t see it?

“Um, Aida-san, are you feeling okay?”

“Oh? Well, I’m older than you. I’m feeling unwell all over.”

Looking at the boy’s back as he clung to her, he asked more questions.

“Is it that? Is your back particularly heavy or something…?”

“Oh. I understand now.”

Is it because of what happened yesterday that I’m seeing strange things?

I wonder if this is also punishment for saying too much to him.

I want to apologize, but he’s not here anymore

The opportunity to apologize came surprisingly quickly.

“……I’m home”

Because there was a woman with long hair in the room of a man living alone.

Because the ghost had returned.