You have always been someone who loved to write, and you began to love showing them to your friends, as they praised your rich in details writing. A lot of times it was a story, sometimes a poem, sometimes you used to alternate.

Today, when coming back from school in the bus, your friends were finishing to read the story in the point they stopped. Koichi said he thought it was pretty cool, Okuyasu laughed and agreed. Meanwhile Josuke..

"..."

He stood in silence, staring at the metal floor. After a few seconds, a hand came to cover his face. Worried whispers came from your and his friends, even though you and they already realized what was happening, mainly because of the story's plot twist and Josuke's past with his grandfather.