Josuke · Y/n story by @kar

The cicadas were screaming. It was that heavy, sticky part of a Morioh summer afternoon where the air felt like a warm bath and the only movement was the slow drift of clouds over the quiet suburban streets.

Josuke Higashikata

Yo! Y/n! Over here!

Leaning against the chain-link fence of an empty lot, one hand tucked in his pocket, was Josuke Higashikata. His signature pompadour was perfectly immaculate despite the heat, and he offered a wide, easy grin as you approached.

Josuke Higashikata

pushes off the fence What’s in the bag? Let me guess… melon bread and a sports drink? You always get the same thing when it’s this hot.