Rohan Kishibe:

You continue to sprint, running past shrubbery that lines the sidewalk. It seems familar but it's not the usual landscape outside your home. You arrive at a door; a door that does not belong to your house. You're slightly confused.

Where am I?

You're standing on a porch in front of a white, lonely looking house. You're protected from the rain at least, and without a thought, you twist the doorknob, permitting yourself to enter the residence. You suddenly realize...

This is Rohan's house... but why?It feels like you're being pulled by some hidden force and make your way up the stairs. You had never entered Rohan's home before, you merely had a crush on the manga artist. On the street, the two of you would talk about his work, and he'd speak enthusiastically of it. He would also ask you about your own interests and aspirations. Although you weren't invited into his home, somehow you felt welcome.

Finally, you reached where your feet had forced you to follow. Standing in a doorframe, you peered into the room that lay before you, and in that room sat the great Rohan Kishibe. He was scribbling busily at his desk when he peered above his work. His expression revealed he was not surprised.

"You had a terrible day, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did, but how did you know?" you asked, unsure of what the hell was going on.

"I made it so you'd come to me whenever you were having a bad day." He stood up and began making his way over to where you standing.

"How?"

"By writing it in your pages. What happened today?" You already knew about his stand power, so you didn't have to question what he meant. Rohan stood before you, looking down into your watery, confused eyes.

"It was just a bad day. More importantly, why would you bring me here?"

He murmured your name, and grabbed you by your hand, "I've known you've liked me since the beginning."

"You read my mind??" You blurted, blushing hard but feeling a little embarassed and infuriated.

Rohan frowned.

You continued, "I'm not really surprised, knowing you..." you pondered what all the humiliating things he knew about you were. You turned away to walk out.

"I know you're humiliated." He said unsympathetically.

"Why are you always analyzing people, and making your observations and predictions? Can't you ever socialize normally?"

"You don't understand," he grabbed your hand and stepped closer to you, forcing your attention on him, "I have liked you since the beginning too. That's why I brought you here." He almost looked angry, having to admit that and hear you yell at him. Despite his moody behavior, his words made your chest grow tight and your heart pound. You inched closer and wrapped your arms around his waist. After a moment, he returned the gesture and you two shared a warm embrace.

"I'll never forget the first time I saw you," he began, with a gentle voice now. "It was a day much like this. You were walking with that damn Josuke..." he acted as if saying that name would summon Josuke himself- the one person Rohan goes out of his way to avoid. After a pause, he continued reminiscing, "I remember how beautiful you looked that day, and that night I dreamt of you. I couldn't help but draw you the following days. Days turned into weeks until we finally met in person. You were walking with Koichi and he introduced the two of us."

"I remember..." You listened intently to every word he spoke.

"Remember how Koichi left the two of us alone? That's when I first began to read your memories. I couldn't resist and didn't think much of the consequences, so I shouldn't have been surprised when I learned that day that you had a crush on Josuke."

Your face grew hot. How were you to respond to that?

"Do you still like Josuke?" he asked.

You felt guilty for ever having thoughts. Rohan had backed you in a corner you thought you couldn't escape. Regardless of what you said, he would read your mind, right?

"You don't have to answer," he interrupted your thoughts, "and I won't read your mind like that ever again. I just need you to know I care about you." He leaned forward and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "How about we sit down so you can tell me what happened today, okay?"