Momo was walking home when she felt it.
That chill. That creeping, skin-prickling sense that someone was standing two inches behind her and breathing in sync with her heartbeat.
"Hello, Momo-san," Jin said sweetly.
"AAAGH—" she spun around. "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS APPEAR LIKE A CURSED SPIRIT!?"
"I followed you."
"WHY!?"
"You dropped this," he held up a single piece of lint.
"…that's not mine."
"I still followed you."
Momo backed away slowly. "I-I'm going home."
"Okay," he smiled. "I'll be under your bed if you need me."
"WHAT!?"
"Just kidding," he giggled. "That's Jikan's spot."
Momo screamed, sprinted down the street, and called the priest.
Jin turned and walked home like nothing happened, humming the Sailor Moon theme off-key.