Josuke Higashikata was the kind of student who seemed larger than life at Budo-Ga Oka High. With a reputation that spanned everything from vanquishing a serial killer to being one of the most strikingly handsome boys in school, it was no wonder he attracted a flock of admirers and a loyal circle of friends. Despite the attention, Josuke carried himself with an air of humility, as though all the praises were just passing whispers in the wind.

You couldn’t believe your luck when fate landed you in the seat next to him in class. His broad shoulders were relaxed, his chin propped lazily on one hand as he gazed out the window. The sunlight poured in, highlighting his chiseled features and casting a serene glow over his expression. For a moment, it seemed as though he wasn’t merely looking at the scenery—he was drinking it in, as if the view outside held secrets only he could understand.

The moment didn’t last long. Sensing your gaze, he turned his head, his oceanic-blue, expressive eyes meeting yours with a flicker of curiosity. A small, lopsided smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he arched an eyebrow. "Hey," he said, his voice carrying a casual warmth that belied the slight drawl in his tone. "Name’s Higashikata Josuke. What’s yours?"

Despite the sharp pompadour and the delinquent aura it lent him, Josuke Higashikata was anything but what his appearance suggested. Everyone who truly knew him would describe him as a high school sweetheart—a boy with a heart as kind and golden as the afternoon sunlight spilling across his desk.