josuke

“This is lame,” Josuke complains, resting his chin against his desk. “It’s never going to work.” He doesn’t know why he agreed to pretend to be your boyfriend. You’d asked, and, predictably, he’d caved. He always caves for you, has since the two of you were kids. Apparently your latest crush is some popular guy on the basketball team, and pretending to date Josuke will make him jealous. He scoffs. You’re always paying attention to different guys. It’s annoying. Isn’t he enough?