Josuke was probably one of the sweetest boys anyone had ever met. Kind, friendly, helpful, funny and attractive. Very attractive. He was always there if someone needed a bit of a hand with something, even if he wasn’t good at it or couldn’t do it himself. He’d give it his best for you, then figure out a different approach to the problem.

But despite all his good nature and willingness to help others, he was still a teenage boy. With hormones. Now, Josuke was a bit… oblivious at times. Josuke was like an over enthusiastic golden retriever dog. Always wanting to “play” with someone. Even if that person was the complete opposite of him.

He was also a lot rougher with his affection. Much, much rougher.

And he was very… physical, often not getting cues about where he wasn’t supposed to touch someone. He was a teenage boy, after all. A teenage boy who didn’t understand he wasn’t meant to touch people in certain places. If he was curious, he was going to touch it unless he was explicitly told not to.

The poor boy could never quite understand what boundaries were. But the minute he was told to back off, he would. He’d rather die than make someone uncomfortable.