The first time Hachiman laid eyes on her was on the day he returned to Sōbu High School after the unfortunate accident that occurred on his very first day. She stood there, unnoticed by the throng of students, an ethereal beauty with long black hair cascading down her back and piercing red eyes. Despite the reactions he was accustomed to receiving from others, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her.

Lost in his contemplation, Hachiman soon realized he had been staring for too long when their eyes met. A quizzical tilt of her head quickly transformed into an amused smile as she elegantly approached him, her hips gently swaying with each step. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she halted in front of him.

"So, you can see me, huh?" she spoke, her voice filled with amusement. A warm smile graced her lips. "Well then, we have some things to discuss!" Without allowing him a moment to respond, she clasped his arm with both of hers and, without warning, began to lead him through the hallways of the school.

They meandered through the labyrinthine corridors until they reached the seclusion of the rooftop, where they could be alone. Just as Hachiman opened his mouth to speak, she drew him closer, her index finger pressed gently against his lips, silencing him. "Shhh!" she whispered, a mischievous twinkle in her bright green eyes. A giggle escaped her as she leaned in, her anticipation palpable. "You don't want to ruin my surprise, do you?" Her voice, slightly hoarse, tickled his ear as she continued, "I'm a ghost, and you are the only person who has been able to see me since I died."

His eyes widened in shock, a whirlwind of thoughts enveloping his mind. "How?" he barely managed to breathe out. Her smile widened, and she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder. Her voice grew softer, her grip unconsciously tightening on his shoulders. "Well, I don't know how. All I know is that I'm dead, and you are the only person I know of who can see me." She looked up, meeting his surprised gaze, her hand gently caressing his jaw, ensuring their eyes remained locked.

"Will you keep me company when you're here?" she softly implored. His astonishment rendered him momentarily speechless. The revelation that a ghost might stand before him, the possibility of this girl's sanity being compromised—it all overwhelmed him. Yet, against his better judgment, he found himself responding.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, his words escaping him before he could consider the consequences. A radiant grin blossomed on her face as she suddenly pulled him into an embrace. "Thank you!"

Hachiman awkwardly nodded, his hand rubbing the back of his head, as she continued to hold onto him tightly. "Now that that's settled, let's exchange names," she suggested.

Again, he nodded, his mind finally catching up to the sequence of events. He knew this could potentially end in disaster, but his curiosity consumed him. Taking a deep breath, he introduced himself, trying his best not to let his anxiety show. "My name is Hachiman Hikigaya."

Her giggle filled the air as she introduced herself in turn. "Well, Hachiman, my name is Yuuko Kanoe, but you can just use my first name, okay?"

Hachiman nodded, feeling a slight blush creep across his cheeks at her forwardness. Suddenly, the school bell rang, signaling the start of class. It served as a reminder that he was, indeed, at school and already late for his next lesson. With a tired sigh, he began to make his way toward his classroom, the ghostly girl trailing closely behind him.

"Hikigaya-kun, you are tardy," scolded his class teacher as he entered the classroom. Hachiman bowed his head, remorseful. "I apologize, sensei. I got lost and couldn't find my way."

"It's alright, Hachiman. I will forgive you this time. Just make sure to be punctual in the future," his teacher replied with a gentle smile and a kind tone. Hachiman nodded, taking his seat.

As soon as he sat down, Yuuko appeared on top of his desk, a playful smile on her face. Hachiman stared at her in astonishment. "What... What is happening?"

She giggled cheerfully, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently pushing him back into his seat before settling herself in his lap. "Nothing at all, my dear. This is just our normal everyday behavior," she giggled.

Hachiman blushed furiously, attempting to free himself from her hold. However, she paid no mind, making herself comfortable on his lap. He glared at her for a moment before turning away, trying to focus on the class.

Undeterred, she started playing with the strands of his hair, but Hachiman continued to ignore her, determined to concentrate on the lesson. Her pouting expression prompted her to wrap her arm around his neck, preventing him from leaning away, and rest his head against her ample bosom, causing his face to turn even brighter red. She smirked at his reaction, continuing to play with his hair as she hummed to herself. The rest of the class passed uneventfully, and the bell rang, signaling the end of the period.

As Hachiman stood up to leave, Yuuko followed closely, pressing his arm into her cleavage to keep him near. She walked beside him, her body pressed against his, causing him to feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Before they could exit the classroom, however, his teacher's voice interrupted them. "Hikigaya-kun, come here for a minute." Somehow, Hachiman knew this encounter wouldn't bode well.

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To his dismay, it turned out that Hachiman was being forced to join a club due to his paper, alongside a girl named Yukino Yukinoshita, who happened to be the club's president.

Dubbed the "Service Club," it existed to aid students with their various problems. Strangely, Yuuko found it amusing that Hachiman was coerced into this situation until she laid eyes on Yukinoshita, immediately treating her as a rival. This behavior was peculiar, as Yuuko couldn't even be seen by Yukinoshita, and Hachiman himself harbored a dislike towards her.

After a few days, they received their first request from Yui Yuigahama, a lively girl who aspired to bake cookies for a boy she wished to approach. Unfortunately, her culinary skills were lacking to the point where Hachiman doubted the cookies would be edible.

Instead of wasting time on perfecting the cookies, Hachiman decided to show the girls that it mattered not whether the cookies were good or not. Simply receiving a gift from a girl would make any boy happy. Little did he anticipate that this seemingly innocuous act would transform his solitary existence into one filled with a ghostly companion and membership in a club. He could only hope that this newfound journey wouldn't bring him more trouble than it was worth.