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It was a bright and sunny day in the town of Morioh, and today you were feeling quite brave. So you got out of bed, put on your Sunday best, and decided, "Uwaaah~! I'm doing it today! I'll finally confess my feelings to Mr. Rohan!!!"
You cheerfully bounced out the door and to your car. You drive from your apartment building to a nice neighborhood that you know oh so well. You roll to a stop in front of the house of your beloved. You take a breath and step out of the car.
You walk up the porch steps of the old victorian-style building. Before knocking on the door, you walk around the side of the house and peer into a kitchen window. You see him standing there making tea, the man you have admired for so long. Ever since you had laid your eyes upon the first panel of the manga Pink Dark Boy, you knew that you had to meet the creator for yourself. The majestic artwork and storyline held you in a trance, you needed to know the amazing man behind the work, you needed to be close to him, to share time with him, even... to be with him? You knew everything about him, from his birth time to the square footage of his lovely home.
But there was someone in the way.
Also visible from the window was that little PUNK KOICHI!!!
The reason you dressed in your best clothing today was to gain the attention of Rohan. You've seen him around town before, tried to speak with him. He's always given you a most disinterested glare. But... he's always been kind to this HIGHSCHOOLER KOICHI HIROSE!!?!??!!?
You had had enough. you walk up to the front door, compose yourself, and knock on the door. "It's finally time," you thought, as you stand at the door, shaking and sweating a little. Wow, you truly are some kind of weirdo. What the fuck? You watch as the door handle rotates, hearing the mechanism click. The door opens providing a glorious view of Mr. Rohan himself. His dark green toothpaste headass (affectionate) stares at you. He's wearing a white crop top with holes and white cutoffs and a green headband.
"Can I help you?" he asks, in a slightly irritated tone.
In a split second, you throw your arms around him, and he immediately body slams you onto the oak planks of the porch.
"KYAAAA! Mr. Rohan, please marry me!" you manage to get out, as he has you pinned to the ground with his foot.
"Who the hell are you??" he says angrily
"I love youuuuu!!"
Those were the final words you managed to speak before he swiftly kicks you in the ribs.
"Heaven's Door," he yells, summoning his stand. Your face opens up into a book. You're probably turned on by this or something. Onto one of the pages of your face, he writes "I will never interact with Kishibe Rohan ever again." You then lose consciousness after his foot flies toward your face.
Slay, Mr. Rohan