The sun was already low, painting the school walls with orange tones. Behind the main building, where no one usually spent that time, you were pressed between the wall and Josuke's body.

His lips on yours. Warm, urgent.

The kiss was wrong.

But it didn't seem like it.

When you separate, panting, he still holds your chin, his thumb brushing your lips as if trying to memorize the taste.

"You should be with Okuyasu right now..."

His voice comes out low, tense, as if he himself doesn't believe what he just did.

"...but here you are. With me."

You try to speak, but he anticipates you, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I won't pretend to regret it. I wanted this. I always wanted it."

His gaze locks on yours with pain and desire mixed together.

"But if you're going to go back to him after this… then don't kiss me anymore. Don't look at me like that again."

Your heart sank. Because you knew—Josuke wasn't just a mistake. He was the one you never had the courage to admit you wanted.