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Fridays have never been too eventful for Rohan, it was just a normal day when the mail man would deliver all his letters and fan mail, usually in boxes. He would spend the whole day relaxing at his sun room, tea and biscuits as companions as he read through his mail and opened packages. Today was such a day where he did so. Boxes containing his new figurines and art books were the first ones to be opened, a few Sailor Moon Crystal figures were included from his recent shopping, he ogled at it for a second before snapping a picture and sending it to Koichi.
“Got them, I was expecting more but these are okay too.” He pressed send. He slipped his phone into his pocket, took the new figures with him and displayed it along the others of it’s kind.
The author went back to his chair, pulling the box of fan mails closer to him before choosing one randomly. He would open it carefully, cutting the envelope at the very edge as not to destroy anything by accident and get the letter out safe. He would take the time to read it one by one as he wanted to know what his readers thought of his work of art. He would snort at a few comments here and there, rip some offensive letters which is basically just a troll or a pure hate letter, types of content that will never give him the criticism he wanted but he would tuck the letter in carefully if he appreciated the admiration and praises from his fans and store it in a file box, neatly arranged by size.
The sun was beginning to set but he still wasn’t finished, there was one envelope left. This one was a simple white envelope with a neat hand writing on it of his address in the middle, no return addresses which was common for fan letters. A simple stamp that featured the Japanese flag and some cherry blossoms was on the top right. Snipping it open, he took the one page letter out of its containment:
Dear Kishibe-Sensei,
Hello, my name is (Y/N). I’m a new fan of your manga, Pink Dark Boy. I picked up your manga by accident-- Rohan scoffed --But I’m glad I did or else I would be spending my time reading about a guy who finish their opponents with one punch, not that I’m saying it’s bad but your manga and how you delivered it, I felt something that I didn’t from all the other titles I’ve read before. I got instantly hooked from the first few pages and it feels like magic. I can feel the kid in me again, sprawled on the floor on a lazy afternoon without a care in the world, it feels so nostalgic.
Rohan held one hand to his mouth while he continued reading. Faint pink dusk formed on his cheeks.
I didn’t start from the very first chapter so I had to go to a book store and bulk order the previous ones, there were a lot but it was worth it. Spent half of my month’s salary to buy it, I didn’t want to read it online as it wouldn’t have been authentic and I wouldn’t be supporting you. Don’t worry about me though, I could handle my own. Plus, the shop owner was kind enough to give me discount.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I’ll be spending my week reading your manga and I can’t wait to catch up to the recent ones. Write to you again soon!
Sincerely, (Y/N).
Rohan stared at the letter, amused that someone got hooked that fast on his manga and the length this person went through to get updated. His usual readers would say that they read the previous chapters or discovered it online from the top grossing manga, to where Rohan expected it to be and he did not mind as long as people were reading it.
He noted the hand writing and the writer’s signature, making a mental note to check next week for an update on her binge reading and sure there was, another letter came next Friday and the Friday after that. The letter brightened up his day and it was evident by the way Josuke could leave his house without having to punch Rohan once in the face. Koichi and the gang even made a schedule to visit his house every Friday and Saturday when Rohan would still be in a good mood.
Rohan wondered what kind of girl was this (y/n) who ritually wrote to him every week, even swallowing his pride to ask Koichi about it, recounting the stories she told on the letters to give him a better ground on figuring her out.
He unconsciously smiled to himself when he recalled one story in particular: “A beautiful sunny day in Miami, the beach were full of almost naked people that made her blush and avoid eye contact with everyone.”Rohan sighed, how he wish to see the expression on her face. “They walked to the docks where a cruise boat was waiting for them and they sailed to the ocean, a part where dolphins were playing around. She said Jotaro suddenly jumped out of the boat to swim with them.”
“Who’s the Jotaro guy?” The man with a pompadour sneaked a look from the top of the book he’s reading to glance up at the pair.
“He’s probably just a friend or younger sibling. What kind of a grown man get excited enough to jump overboard?” Rohan waved him off.
“Yeah, he’s probably a relative or something.” Koichi said.
“Or her boyfriend!” Okuyasu exclaimed, face stuffed with the cake they brought to the mangaka’s house.
Josuke and Koichi shot him a startled look, the latter quickly turned his head to Rohan, attempting to prevent the situation from escalating but Heaven’s Door was already out, dashing towards the young man. Okuyasu flew out the window in seconds and the two rushed after him. Rohan waved them goodbye from where he stood and retreated to his office.
Her boyfriend? Give me a break. Anxiety was slowly creeping around him as he stared on the blank canvas in front of him. He needed to get more information, more letters from her.
Still refusing to write back to maintain what pride he had left. Instead, he finished his weekly chapters faster with a lot of vigor, amazing his editor even more. Rohan demanded that the publishing house release a new chapter everyday if it meant the girl would write to him every time a new chapter was out but his editor pleaded to him that it would be impossible and the company would go bankrupt, Rohan slammed the phone down on them with a growl. The mangaka patiently waited every week to his editor’s rejoice and to his dismay.
A few months went by and Rohan’s exclusive box of your letters was getting full. Tapping his foot on the pavement while he waited for the mail man under the hot sun was proving to be his least favorite thing to do. He sighed with relief when the anxious mailman, clearly nervous by how Rohan began to wait beside his mail box every Friday accompanied by a tenacious glare, gave him his usual deliveries. He quickly thanked the man and shush him out of his way. Slamming the door behind him, he rushed his way to the sun room, dunking all of the contents of the box onto the floor. It has been awhile since your last letter as you explained that you moved to America. How he cursed the Americans and their shitty taste in comics.
Within a few minutes of searching, he saw your letter within the pile and proceeded to expertly rip it open. His hands began to tremble as he finished reading your letter, excitement beginning to rise up from his core. He read the letter again to see if there were mistakes or if he just read it wrong. Double-taking further, he read it out loud:
“.. stores in Morioh put up their stocks fast, I would be the first one to drop by every morning.” He mumbled.
She’s coming here.
The author hurriedly made his way to his calendar, smashing his finger on the date the letter was posted and slid to the current date with aggravation, almost causing his calendar to rip. It has been exactly three days since they left for Japan.
Based on this girl’s ability to travel conveniently, she would have probably taken a direct flight to Tokyo and a connecting flight to Morioh. That would take-- Rohan counted off the hours on his finger.
She would’ve arrived today.
He speed dialed Koichi, with grogginess in voice he answered.
“Rohan..? Do you know what time it is? The sun isn’t even up yet..” He yawned.
“(Y/N) is here.”
Koichi frantically jolted awake. “What!? You finally kidnapped her!? Rohan you can’t-”
“I DID NOTHING OF SOME SORTS.” Rohan shouted over the phone.
“Oh thank God.” Koichi plopped back down on his bed. Rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. “So, where is she? What is she doing here?”
Rohan looked at the letter again. “She didn’t specify, all I know is that she’s here. I’m going to meet her.” Koichi could already imagine the face Rohan was making right now.
“The great Rohan Kishibe is a boy in love. Who’s the fan boy now huh?” Koichi teased, Rohan grunted. “I am not in love, I just want to get references from her.”
“Whatever you say, Sensei. Where do you plan to find her though?”
“She’s at the Grand Morioh Hotel.” Rohan said with a hundred percent certainty. Koichi sighed, rolling his eyes at Rohan’s unnecessarily great deducting skill.
“Do you need me to come along?”
“No. Go back to sleep. Good bye.”
Koichi stared at his phone in disbelief, having his sleep abruptly cut short by another one of Rohan’s outburst, his head started to hurt. He sighed and snuggled up on his bed and went back to sleep, not before putting his phone on silent mode for the rest of the day, to which made his girlfriend rush to his house in worry that he wasn’t answering any of his call later that day.
Rohan was ready by the time the sun came out. His plan was simple: meet the girl, use Heaven’s Door on her and leave. Simple right? But why was his heart up in his throat, heavy footsteps on the pavement as he ran towards you, hand reached out, with all his might.
The car was about to hit you, he wouldn’t be able to make it on time.
“Heaven’s Door!”
Your body bursts into pages the moment the car hit you, pieces of paper that were a part of you were everywhere, dragged by the wind as the car squealed to a stop. When Rohan finally got to where you stood, he willed the pages to put you back together. Putting his arms around you in a protective hug as the last piece went back to you. His heart was pounding against his chest, small beads of sweat dripped down the side of his chiseled face.
Finally calming down, he watched you gather your ground that was until you tilted up to look at him. His heart skipped a beat. Faces inches apart, your piercing eyes were glistening with held back tears. He watched the way your long eyelashes fluttered as you blinked. The way your cheeks flushed all the way to your ears, the way your luscious plump lips were slightly agape was drawing him closer… He shook his head and retained his bravado.
But then she said her name.
For a moment in time, Rohan lost himself. The feeling of meeting someone for the first time even though he felt like he has known you forever was different from what he expected, especially when your body was pressed against his.
Even though his mind was in a turmoil, safety comes first as he dragged you to a cafe nearby where he told you about reading all your letters just to get a reaction out of you. His heart leaping every time you said his name while blush spread across your face. He just couldn’t use his stand on you if doing so would end your time together. He listened closely, attentively, hung on every word you say as you told him stories of people you met in your life.
By the time her story about the lady across the street who would tend to her plants every morning at 3 AM who she thinks was a witch to which Rohan laughed, the busy salary men and women of Morioh were heading home.
With hesitation, Rohan decided to end their conversation. “(Y/N), it’s getting late..”
The somber look on your face once he said it made him wince. He took out a notepad and hurriedly scribbled something on it before tearing the page and handing it out to you.
His address and contact number. You looked up to him astounded, he flicked his hair and smirked at you.
“Come to my house tomorrow at noon.”
You gave him a wholesome smile, it was more than a dream come true to actually go to Rohan’s house and see the artist at work. “Thank you Sensei! I look forward to seeing you tomorrow!”
“Just call me Rohan.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow Rohan!” You stood up and waved him goodbye, carefully crossing the street to the hotel, never realizing a blushing author was frozen on his place as he waved goodbye.
You hurriedly made your way to your hotel room, feeling gidish like you were young again. Biting your lip as you strode down the hallway, gripping the piece of paper in your hand. You were about to open your door when it opened by itself, the tall forbidding form of your husband greeted you, a stoic expression on his face as he looked at you.
“Oh Jotaro! You surprised me.” You said with a laugh, slipping the piece of paper into your pocket. Jotaro raised his eyebrow and stepped aside to let you in, he quietly shut the door behind you before turning to face you.
“You look happy.” He queried. His sapphire blue eyes captivating yours as he cupped your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. You snuggled against his palm, putting your hand over his, humming.
“I am.”
“That’s good.” He kissed your forehead, drawing away from you as he fixed his hat. “I’ll be going now. Get some rest, good night.” Not bothering to hear why, he promptly left, closing the door behind him.
Sighing, you walked into your room defeated, all the joy from meeting Rohan seemingly left with your husband. You dragged yourself and plopped down on the bed, drifting into a deep sleep.
The night sky was as dark as can be, with only a few twinkling stars dusted the evening accompanied by the soft glow of the moon. Jotaro slipped into his side of the bed as quiet as he could to avoid waking you up. He leaned over you, brushing away the stray hair that covered your face and kissed your forehead before he himself joined you in your sleep.
Barely inaudible and as soft as the wind, he whispered an apology and held you close.
The sun ray sneaking past the curtains made it’s way to your face, rousing you from your sleep. Your hand brushed against the other side of the bed, nothing. Jotaro’s side was long cold, you frowned but knowing him, it was a daily occurrence, something expected of your husband. You turned to the side, groping around for you phone and saw it was around 10. Sliding out from bed, you slowly headed for the bathroom, slipping yesterday’s dress off of you and seeing a piece of paper dropped to the floor.
You picked it up and saw the neat hand writing of a certain mangaka. You cursed to yourself and threw everything off and rushed to shower. You were meeting him in less than an hour.
Managing to put on your make-up while the cab took you to the author’s house was a task you didn’t know you could do until now, hopefully it doesn’t look too rushed. Thanking the cab driver as you got off, you could feel your heart thump at the same time as you closed the door. Your pulse was beating faster as a big house loomed over you, casting shadows against your small figure. The whole architecture of the house was befitting of Rohan, you quietly giggled to yourself as you imagined how thorough he must’ve been while designing this house.
You nervously rang the doorbell and waited for a few seconds to hear some scuffling on the other end. The door opened slightly, just barely enough to see the owner of the house peeking through. You heard him sighed in relief when he saw it was you, Rohan fully opened the door for you, you were about to greet him but stopped when you noticed his outfit, it was a turtle neck crop top with a lot of holes, leaving none to your imagination. A noticeable blush spread across your cheeks, you could’ve sworn you just saw his nipple out of one of those loose holes, you darted your eyes lower, trying to avoid eye contact, your breath hitched when your eyes landed on his chiseled abs.
Rohan cleared his throat, a hand trying to cover his own blush as he noticed you were starring. Not that he minded, just not in the door way.
You snapped out of your thoughts and finally met his eyes. “Good morning Ki- I mean, Rohan.” You shyly tucked a hair. Rohan step aside, a smug look on his face. “I thought you weren’t coming.”
“How could I pass up the opportunity of the lifetime?” You chuckled as Rohan lead you to his office, you stared in awe at his collection. Not wanting to miss a single reaction out of you, Rohan sat on his chair and drew out his sketchpad, drawing you from behind his desk as you trailed your finger on the bookshelf. You marveled on every known piece in production for Pink Dark Boy: the comics, the figures, the posters. Everything was on display very meticulously. It made you think about your own little collection at home, though nothing compared to this but you were proud of it. Your lips unknowingly forming into a smile with Rohan mimicking the same one on his face, hiding it behind the sketchpad.
“So, Rohan.” You paused, still not used to saying his name. Rohan answered you with a soft hum as he continued to sketch, you were unsure of how to continue. Finally, Rohan looked up at you before realizing your silent question.
“Pull up a chair and come closer.” You did as he told, grabbing a light weight chair and positioned yourself beside his table, an arm’s length away from him. He raised an eyebrow.
“Closer.” He demanded as he pulled your chair, dragging you along, with a strength unexpected from him until your chair was beside his, shoulders almost touching.
You glanced at what Rohan was currently drawing and gasped when you noticed that it was you, just awhile ago while you were browsing his collection, a soft smile eminent on your face. It looks so realistic and pristine that you were unsure for a moment if it was really you. The attention to detail was amazing, down to fold of your dresses.
“You like it?” Smiling smugly to himself.
“Like it?” You repeated as you turned to face him, Rohan arched an eyebrow and held his breath.
“Are you kidding me? I love it so much!” You brimmed with excitement. You heard a soft exhale from the author before he cleared his throat. He wrote your name and date on the bottom of the page and signed it before handing the page over to you.
You stared at the drawing as you took it into your hands carefully, treating it as if it would tear if you didn’t.
“Keep it, think of it as a memento or something. Frame it even, the great Kishibe Rohan doesn’t just give away perfect sketches as this, remember that.” He said with a huff as he bent down to take a new canvass paper out.
You traced your finger very lightly over the sketch. “You mean, think of you whenever I see it?” You teased.
You heard paper rip and you looked up to see Rohan holding two remnants of the whole paper once before with a flustered look on his face.
“I-I didn’t mean it that way but if you insist.” He stuttered, avoiding your eyes. He got a new paper out, laying it down neatly on the borders of his table and went back to work. You watched as the story of Pink Dark Boy unfolded in front of you.
Rohan continued drawing without missing a beat, you silently watched as he drew the familiar scenery of a beach you visited earlier this year, the only difference now is that the hero was hiding behind a rock, scouting another person to your knowledge was a potential antagonist. You bit your lip to hold you excitement back.
I can’t believe he’s actually using the pictures I took. You never would have imagined that all those times that Jotaro let you wonder off by your own would bring you to your situation now. The pictures that used to be left to age in an album were now being draw by your favorite author.
“Tell me if I made any mistake or if I missed any details alright?” Rohan said without looking up. You nodded, trying to focus more intently at his hand, drawing by the sheer memory of what he saw from your camera yesterday. Pulling paper from the bundle and inking the drawings with an amazing concentration and speed. It felt like your presence was already forgotten, you sat there watching him finish page by page. You didn’t even notice that the sun was setting as both of you seemed to be in your own worlds, a sense of professionalism came over you as time went by as you were correcting him here and there to which Rohan answered by clicking his tongue but did as told. You glanced at Rohan occasionally when you thought he wasn’t looking and smiled to yourself, the author seems to be relaxed around you, that or he was indifferent to everyone, a question you don’t know the answer to as you haven’t met anyone else from Morioh.
The setting sun slipped pass the curtains and basked Rohan like a warm halo. You marveled at the drawing Rohan was sketching at first, the pristine gliding of his hand was mesmerizing as he drew. But the way his sweater tightens around his arm as he moves, hugging all the right curves made you swallow. You imagined Rohan in the dark, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp as he slowly took of his top. You bit your inner cheek as hot flashes went down to your core.
Your eyes traveled further up slowly until you met his. His turquoise eyes shines bright as the sun reflects itself on his eyes as he stared at you, not realizing he was asking you a question. Your heart pounded as he caught you off-guard.
“Were you listening to me at all? I’m asking if you’re hungry, I realized we didn’t get to eat lunch.” He chuckled softly, he clearly saw the way you looked at him.
You looked down on your clenched hands, avoiding his stare. “S-Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” You mumbled to your self.
Rohan put his pencil down and rested his head on his hand, all attention on you. “May I ask why?” He said with a hint of teasing in his voice.
You thought to yourself for awhile if you would tell him the truth or lie about your growing attraction to the man and all the things you were fantasizing about. Feeling a small pang in your heart as you remembered Jotaro, a man that can match no other but something about Rohan made your heart pound. You weren’t sure what it was yet, was it the green lipstick he wore, his ridiculous outfit, his sharp jaws?Not to mention his muscular body that you weren’t expecting a person with his job would have. Never in your life would you have imagined Rohan to be the way he was and you loved it, loved him. So you decided to lie.
You inhaled. “Me being here, in your house,” You looked up to meet his gaze. “With.. you.” Your last words were almost a whisper but with the silence of the world around you, Rohan heard it clearly.
“What about it?”
“One day I was reading your comics under the cash register at the convenience store and now I’m actually here in your studio.”
Rohan stifled a chuckle as he imagined your small figure on the floor, hunched up with a comic book in hand. He imagined you in a convenient store uniform and how cute you looked, he also imagined how your manager looked like if he caught you being lazy.
“Is it that bad? I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your standard. I know the studio is a bit messy.” He snorted, still teasing.
Frantically shaking your head, eyes wide. “No! Not at all, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s more than I could ask for! Your house and not to mention your studio is beautiful!”
This time Rohan outright laughed, he couldn’t believe you missed the sarcasm in his voice.
Embarrassed, you stood up from your seat and moved away from him, trying to hide your blushing face. He’s making fun of me. Your shoulders slumped in dejection.
Your mental image of Rohan as you wrote to him were far from the truth, in your head he was a gentleman, a quiet person unless provoke but here he was, laughing at you yet you couldn’t really blame him, after all, it was just your assumptions.
Feeling guilty for playing with you, Rohan was about to ask if he could make amends but before he could, you turned to him, your face red. He wasn’t sure if that was from embarrassment or anger though.
“Rohan.. You..” You paused, trying to find the right words as you gestured towards him with your hands. Rohan stood up with a gasp, he was preparing to hear the usual comments about his attitude that everybody labels him as: Pompous, arrogant, bastard, all of the above, which is definitely true, he doesn’t deny it. He was at lost if he was too much or if you heard about his demeanor from the others already. Nonetheless, he was hurt as he did his best to hold back his usual attitude towards other people as you were someone special.
“What about me?” Rohan said with a snark in his voice, he felt so violated.
“You..” You drifted off while Rohan strode over to you, quickly closing the distance. You backed up as he cornered you, feeling the bookshelf behind you. Rohan slammed his arm just above your head as he loomed over your small figure in devastation. You swallowed, looking up at him. You could see the forming anger in his eyes that made you shiver.
“I’m what?” He repeated.
You could feel his hot breath on you, heat practically radiating from his body that was blocking all your escapes route. You averted your eyes, the sun was practically gone by this point, the faint glow of the street light outside illuminated the both of you. The world was calm but the turmoil inside you was not. Rohan patiently waited for you to speak, he could feel his anger subsiding a little as he gazed at your blushing face closely, you were definitely much more beautiful than what he could’ve imagined.
He slowly withdrew his stance, feeling silly for even cornering you when it was his fault for teasing you. “Sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean to--” You gripped on his top, stopping him in his tracks. He glanced down on the shaking hand holding him in place and then looked up to you, your other hand now covered your eyes, tears dripping down your cheek. Before Rohan could react, you spoke in a low whisper.
“I.. I think I like you.”
You heard Rohan gasp softly then silence followed, shaking hands that mimicked yours took hold of the one covering your eyes as he brought it down, holding it softly, almost protectively in his own as he stroked your knuckles. You dared to look at his face, Rohan’s lips were in a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. His face was the reddest you’ve seen from him even with the low lighting. His eyes held nothing but sincerity and wonder.
He took a step closer to you, tilting your chin up as he brushed away the tears that fell on your face with his other hand.
“Tell me the truth, I would know if you lied to me. I want to make this clear, do you.. love me as a fan or..” His voice was hoarse, as if he has been the one crying.
“..As a man.” You finished his sentence. Suddenly, the world came to an abrupt stop as you felt Rohan push you back onto the wall behind you with his body as he cupped your cheek and leaned in to kiss you. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as the last thing you saw as his plump lips coming closer. You felt his lips on yours, it was a very light kiss and it feels like it only lasted for a split second before you pushed him away gently.
“I-I can’t do this.” You turned your head to the side, looking down at the floor intently. You could feel your face heating up as you felt how fast his heart was beating through the thick fabric of his top.
“Why?” The single question you were not prepared to answer nor were expecting to hear the moment you stepped out of the plane and onto the soil of a small town called Morioh.
“I’m scared.” You said in the faintest of whisper.
You were scared. Scared of ruining your newfound friendship with Rohan, scared of losing your only friend in Morioh immediately. Scared of losing something relevant to spend your time with, something new, a change to your dull life. Scared of what others might think of you, you were a married woman though nobody knows you or your husband here in this new town.
But most of all, you were scared of betraying Jotaro. Though he never beat you, he could never lay a hand on you, you know he loved you with all his heart even though his stoic expression never left his face. He has been with you for as long as you can remember but that was just it. That was as far as your mind could think of right now, his presence. You and him might be in a relationship but he was never really there for you. You could count on your fingers how many memorable things and event in your life together that you and him were laughing together and enjoying the moment.
But you lost count of how many days you woke up to his side of the bed cold, how many birthdays and anniversaries you had spent alone in the living room as you waited for him to arrive home and when he does, he mumbles his usual greeting, kissing you briefly as he groggily headed to his office, forgetting to even greet you. As the years passed by you got used to his attitude but the pain never left. You would sometimes curl up in your king sized bed, knees to your chest as you cried softly to yourself, silently as if afraid he would hear it but you knew clear as day that he wouldn’t as he was always somewhere else.
Rohan dropped his hand to your shoulder, rubbing apologetic circles as he waited for your breathing to even out, you didn’t even realize you were crying.
Finally breaking the silence, he spoke. “I’m sorry if I’m too aggressive. I might’ve scared you with my forwardness--”
“I’m married, Rohan.” You said between sobs.
Rohan’s hand stopped as you felt him freeze up. His hand dropping on his sides. For as great as he was, Rohan was speechless as he felt a lump in his throat rendering him unable to get the words out.
You bit your lip as you waited for him to process what you just confessed. Suddenly, a soft jingle and the sound of a phone vibrating broke your trance. You didn’t bother to check whose phone it was as you slipped pass his stern figure, picking up your bag from the sofa and headed for the door.
The soft click of the door snapped him out of his racing thoughts. His knees felt weak as he held on to the bookshelf for support as if the strength left his body the moment you did. He slowly stumbled back into his seat where he plopped down and stared at the ceiling.
The school bell rang marking the end of the day as Koichi headed over to a dazed looking Josuke.
“Hey Josuke, you okay?”
“Uhh.. Yeah, I just had a weird encounter with a bizarre guy this morning, he said he was my nephew but he looked older than me. Apparently he knew my old man and he's getting old and wanted to talk inheritance.” He said, scratching his head.
Okuyasu chimed his way in, putting his hand on Josuke’s desk. “Did he tell you his name?”
Josuke paused for awhile, grabbing his chin and crossing his legs in attempt to concentrate.
“Jo….” He said, barely audible. His eyebrows furrowed.
Koichi and Okuyasu leaned in. “Jo?” Both said in unison.
All of the sudden, Josuke shot up from his seat, causing it to fall down as well as the two in front of him, the look of dread taking over his face.
“Jotaro.” He said as he pounded his fist onto his palm.
Koichi and Okuyasu looked at each other before simultaneously screaming: “THE ONE IN ROHAN’S LETTER!”
“So, did he look like a brother, friend or her boyfriend?”
“Beats me, he just looked old enough to be her older brother.” Josuke shrugged.
Koichi sighed in relief. “Oh thank God, I think Rohan got it bad for her. It would’ve been bad if he was her boyfriend.” Josuke and Okuyasu snickered, holding their laughter in.
“That jerk? If it happens that Jotaro was her boyfriend, that’s just karma for being such a narcissistic jerk.”
“I just hope Rohan doesn’t use Heaven’s Door on her.”
They were all silent.