Chapter Text
First
The first time Rohan Kishibe felt an unsuspected flutter in his chest was a couple years before, when he stayed at the inn his grandmother owned—a strict woman, only taking in those who could fit into her smothering rules—and he met a young woman named Nanase. She was absolutely astonishing, she made the aspiring seventeen year old manga artist want to draw nothing but her; she was captivating in every sense of the word.
It started like sparks in his chest—shimmering, burning, light enough to float in his teenage head but just like Nanase herself, they were there for a moment, then gone the next. Rohan was left to question her existence, and what he had felt for the first time in his life.
Eventually, the artist forgot these feelings and things even happened to him. He continued on with Pink Dark Boy, gained popularity and climbed the ranks until nearly everyone knew of him.
Crushes and love were the last thing on his mind. He existed solely for manga.
And then he moved to Morioh and met Josuke Higashikata.
He felt something, for sure…though he was pretty sure it was hate.