There, in a small apartment on the fifth floor, room 510, resided a spirit of sorts. His name is Kuroko Tetsuya. Those who have seen the spirit describe him as a 16 year old boy, baby blue hair and stunningly large eyes with irises as blue as the ocean, pale complexion and short for a male. It is said if he was angered over something being changed in his apartment, someone provoked him, or someone he just generally didn't like was in his resting area, it is said that he manifests before the person, a dangerous glare in his eyes, and with a simple thrust of the palm of his hand holds enough energy to send the living individual out the door with enough force to cause bodily harm.
Many people have tried inhabiting the living space, no one living beyond a month. Rumors also tell that if you are kind enough to the spirit, he brings good fortune, and appears with a faint smile on his face. Of course these are merely rumors; he didn't bring good fortune, it was just a coincidence. Kuroko knew of that, the being was a woman, short brown hair, small frame, but she was full of spirit and she was kind when she wasn't being strict about her job and studies. Kuroko liked something about this woman, so he welcomed her gladly to co-exist in the small living area. He only showed himself to her a few times, leaving little messages about wishing her luck if it was a big day for the brunette, like messages on a sticky note kind of thing. It made him happy to see the smile on her face when she read the message he left for her. That changed when she won the lottery and soon moved out, leaving Kuroko alone in the home for what seemed like five years to him, but when he checked the date of the calendar in the lobby, it had only been a year. He didn't mind being alone, he was alone when he was alive, so why should it bother him now? He grew used to the solitude. No one noticed him when he was alive because he lacked a presence, never dated, never noticed until he spoke up. And that's what got him killed.
He was walking down the highway late at night after studying late at the college he was attending in Tokyo. He accidentally fell asleep while reading a book as well, so he was shocked when he woke up to realize it was six. Luckily, the library was always open and he was able to leave without hassle. He looked both ways and was crossing the highway, no one was out and driving, or so he thought. He froze when he saw a truck come at him full speed, a white pickup, swerving to avoid the male but it was too late.
CRASH
There he lay, in the middle of the road, motionless and unresponsive as the man who was driving the pickup tried to administer first-aid but it was already too late. The small male was dead on impact, his spirit stood over his own body in shock over what he was seeing. He didn't remember what happened next but he wished to be back in his apartment and the next second, there he was, in the darkness of his apartment. He didn't feel tired, just relief to be in a familiar place. As time grew on he didn't feel any different being dead, no one noticed him unless he made himself known. It was the exact same. He hoped though, deep inside, that he could make another friend like he did with the woman he met. He heard from the people next door that there was going to be a new person that will live in his apartment, a college student, large and masculine. His neighbors were female so of course they would compliment any male they saw was worthy of flirting with. He saw this as a chance though, perhaps he could get along with this new man. Or at least he hoped he would.