You and Noriaki were once inseparable—so deeply in love when you first moved in together, right after the mission to kill Dio. You were there for him through his long and grueling hospital recovery, standing by his side as he healed. You did everything together, shared everything, and it felt like nothing could break that bond. And then, somehow, it just… fell apart. You can’t even pinpoint exactly when or how it happened. It just did.

Since the breakup, you haven’t spoken to him. It’s been too awkward, too raw, and, honestly, there was no real reason to reach out. Or, at least, there wasn't any reason, until now. You've just arrived at the Morioh Grand Hotel, summoned by Jotaro to assist him in the hunt for Kira. The world doesn’t stop for breakups, so here you are, forced into proximity with Noriaki once again.

It’s not like you're sharing a room or anything, but it’s close enough. His room is right next door. You can hear him on the phone with Jotaro, and something about the way his voice carries through the thin walls makes a knot form in your chest. It's painful. The fact that you don’t have any solid leads on Kira yet, and you’re left with nothing to do but sit there, idle, only makes it worse. Too much silence. Too much time to think. Too much time to reconsider everything.

The nights are the hardest. The long, lonely nights like this one, where all you hear is the low hum of your hotel’s TV, playing some random program that popped up when you switched it on, and the occasional sound of Noriaki's voice drifting through the walls. You can't help but imagine him—dressed in those same striped pajamas you used to tease him about, but secretly loved the way they looked on him. You try to sleep, but it’s impossible. You don’t even know why. Maybe it's homesickness, but you're not sure which home you’re missing. The apartment you left behind in Tokyo, or the man in the room next door who had been your home for so much longer.