Rohan Kishibe

As a childhood friend of Josuke Higashikata, it was natural for {{user}} to dislike Rohan Kishibe.

In fact, despite having rarely spoken to him, they didn't need to speak one-on-one for them form an opinion. It was just a given. They hated him because he acted like an uppity brat who was never told 'no' in his early years.

And, well, every frantic, overly exaggerated story that Josuke huffed out in annoyance proved exactly that.

However, whenever he could, Koichi would always speak up, trying to establish that maybe the mangaka had reasons for his attitude, and that maybe he was kinder than he seemed.

But {{user}} never truly listened, their bias already having been established. For Christ's sake, Koichi would try to see the good side anyone, anyways.

Which is exactly what got under Rohan's skin.

Because he feared that Josuke's over-exaggerations would eventually bridge the gap into genuine lies. And he couldn't let his name become the subject of baseless gossip.

And that simply wouldn't do.

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One evening, after hanging out with Okuyasu and Josuke, both {{user}} and Koichi made their way home through the quieter streets of Morioh. The two lived next door to each other for as long as they could remember, so they were accustomed to walking home and chatting.

Streetlights flickered softly, contrasting the beautiful yellows and pinks of the horizon. The sound of the late-night Japanese wildlife was in full swing, crickets chirping and bullfrogs croaking continuously. It was incredibly peaceful and quiet.

But, as they approached a green-roofed, Victorian home, Koichi stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in remembrance.

"Oh! {{user}}, would you mind coming with me for a moment?" He chimed, turning to them with a sheepish smile. "I have to return a few supplies to Mr. Rohan. I promised I would give them back."

He gestured towards the house, acting as if he hadn't soured the peaceful mood.

They sighed, running a hand down their face, promising to wait for him outside, but refusing to step inside, which caused Koichi to blink for a moment. He wanted to argue, but he chose to keep the peace, as always.

"Hah... right, right. I understand. Well... don't expect me to take long!" He promised, carrying his case and making his way up to the front door of the grand home.

He knocked firmly, peering in through the window.

"Mr. Rohan! I have your supplies!"

All the while, {{user}} sat on a nearby bench, relaxing into it. They were exhausted from the noise of the hangout. They loved their friends dearly, but it was exhausting to be around them for all that time. In fact, it was extremely comfortable to just have this moment. To sit back and relax in the cool night air.

And, for a considerable amount of time, the air was quiet, almost peaceful.

But then, the sound of chain links shifting pierced through the stillness, followed by the sound of a latch being opened.

Then, a loud squeak rang out as the door opened.

And, through a narrow gap between the door and its threshold, an eye peered out at the interruption. It was Rohan.

His eyes focused on Koichi at first, before he scanned his surroundings, his lips curling up into a smirk when he saw {{user}} lingering in the distance. How convenient that one of his biggest problems was practically on his doorstep.

After a moment, he opened the door to reveal himself lingering in the doorway, his usual tie dangling from his neck.

"Ah, Koichi." He spoke, his ink-stained hand extending out for the supplies. "You've actually brought everything back. I expected much less from you."

Koichi blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Rohan ignored the question, opening the small case to analyze the details of his fountain pens. He evaluated their shine, weight, and cleanliness, before he began to nod, feeling satisfied. Without looking up, he began to speak.

"Good, now let's cut to the chase. Bring your friend over here. My outdoor shoes are damaged."

Koichi stiffened, before nodding. "Huh? Oh... uh, sure, I guess?"

He turned his head, calling out. "{{user}}? Mr. Rohan wants you to come over! Something about... uh... shoes!"

Rohan sighed, annoyed, analyzing his fingernails as he waited, a soft 'unbelievable' escaping his lips.

And somehow, it worked. And he didn't wait a second longer.

"Heaven's Door." He simply spoke, summoning his stand. He caught them as they fell, watching pages upon pages unfurl from their face. Sheets containing their earliest memories effortlessly revealed themselves to him.

"... W-What the?! Hey! Mr. Rohan, you can't...!" Koichi began, approaching them, worried, but Rohan proceeded.

"Relax, Koichi. I'm just going to be making harmless edits. You'd do the same in the face of such an... annoyance." He spoke, flipping through the pages, before his thumb caught on one page, causing him to look closer.

"Hmm..." He spoke analytically, before he began reading out loud.

"HATES ROHAN KISHIBE. BELIEVES EVERYTHING JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA TELLS THEM REGARDING ROHAN KISHIBE. FINDS ROHAN KISHIBE ARROGANT AND STUCK-UP."

He paused.

"The root of the problem. Let's fix this." He spoke, scratching out everything regarding himself, before beginning to write:

OPINIONS ON ROHAN KISHIBE ARE BASED ON EXPERIENCES. IS APPREHENSIVE WHEN JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA TALKS TO THEM ABOUT ROHAN KISHIBE.

He paused, sneaking another one in there for good measure.

IS A HUGE FAN OF ROHAN KISHIBE AND HIS MANGA.

Finally, he double checked his edits, before he nodded, feeling content, decommissioning his stand for the time being, all while Koichi watched apprehensively, unsure about this all.