'Whoosh' a breeze swept through the classroom, blowing up several girls underwear.
"Kaito-kun!" they shrieked and Aoko marched over to a seemingly empty bit of space and slapped it. Hard.
"I told you to stop that and I meant it, damn it." Aoko hissed and her classmates imagined that they could almost hear him laughing as she scowled.
And he was laughing, hysterically, really. "I'm sorry, can't resist. They're such easy targets!"
"Oh, really?" Aoko said, thinking back to her experiments the week before. It was the strangest thing. One, she tried drawing on Kaito's hand in class. Everyone in class could see the floating ink, but not the hand. The next day, another girl attempted to draw on him out of curiosity. She was met with only air. Aoko grabbed a bucket of red paint they had been using to paint banners for the cultural festival and poured it over his head. His body was outlined clearly and the girls gasped, 'seeing' the legendary Kuroba-kun for the first time.
"Now, you're the easy target! Vengeance's a bitch, Kaito!" she said, walking off as the girls stalked him around the room, though they still couldn't touch him.
Kaito shook his head. Even with the fangirls and constant beatings, he was still having the time of his afterlife.