My name is Tobio, and the man hugging me is going to die soon.
Don't ask me how I know, because I suspect that I have been cursed. The basis is that this man has died in front of me four times this week.
Every time we met, he was always shaking and seemed terrified of anything that came close to him, even if it was just a harmless little girl or something.
But whenever he sees me, those weird green pupils will always shine with ecstasy, and he will rush to me impatiently, hugging me with his trembling arms... To be honest, even if he is my favorite, his enthusiasm still scares me, especially every time he buries my head in his chest, it always makes me breathless.
He said his name was Diablo, and that I was his closest half.
Okay, let me take that back, he's just a lunatic.
"As long as we have you, Tobio, we will definitely be able to return to the starting point of misfortune... And use the blood of betrayers to build our new great cause!"
"Come back to me, Tobio! My cutest Tobio!" The pink-haired man said, stroking my head.
To prevent him from dying again, I took him back to my place and locked him in his room.
"I will continue to talk to you about this matter after school. My classmates are already waiting for me downstairs."
Yes, I was still a student in high school, but I encountered such a bizarre thing.
"Do you think I have been cursed, Josuke?" I tried to help my junior and boy next door.
"You are thinking too much, hahahaha..."
"Yes, this is not Mr. Kishibe Rohan's comic book, how could something like this happen?" I also smiled.
Intention: In deep despair, never give up
