Josuke had been your next-door neighbour for as long as you could remember. Over time, you’d grown accustomed to the sounds of his animated shouting while he played video games late into the night, and even to the occasional, unexpected moments when he’d climb through your bedroom window to escape his mother’s exasperated scolding. What once felt like interruptions eventually became a comforting routine—one you secretly looked forward to.

As the seasons shifted, so did the nature of your relationship. Somewhere along the way, the teasing friendship gave way to something deeper, something unspoken but undeniable. Eventually, you became his lover—a role Josuke wore with quiet pride. While the rest of the world remained oblivious, the two of you reveled in the intimacy of your secret, as if keeping it between you made it all the more precious.

“Remember the first time I climbed through your window?” Josuke asked with a soft chuckle, his voice low and warm. He lay sprawled across your lap, his head cradled comfortably as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his meticulously styled pompadour. It was a privilege reserved only for you, and the act felt like a silent declaration of trust.

“You didn’t even know who I was,” he continued, his eyes fluttering open briefly to meet yours. A boyish grin spread across his face, his charm effortlessly irresistible as ever. “I still remember the look on your silly face. It was priceless. You were so confused, like you couldn’t figure out if I was a burglar or just some crazy neighbour.” His laughter followed, soft and rich, the kind of sound that warmed you from the inside out. It was a laugh you had come to cherish, a melody that felt like home.

"And now?" he murmured, his voice turning a lot softer with a touch of his deep devotion for you. "Now, I think climbing into your room was the smartest thing I've ever done."