The Ghost in My Nights Is the Nicest Person Alive

Nao kept his hands busy so his thoughts would not drift. He forged metal by day, then performed rakugo alone by night, using one voice to hold an entire room together. That same habit made him the only person who could sort out the dead man talking through his workbench. Itsuki had no patience, no body, and far too many opinions about Nao's life. Nao wanted silence and a normal school term. Instead, he got a ghost who followed him into class, into the taxi, and into the small apartment wall he shared with him in secret. The more Nao tried to keep his public life neat, the more Itsuki pushed into the gaps. Then a ribbon on Nao's desk, a brass token on the shelf, and a name tag in his satchel ...