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cherrys-side-bitch · 2 years

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Weird request but can I rq joseph, jotaro, josuke and giorno with a very.... unsettling gn s/o, if your familiar with sadako from the ring and/or kayako from ju-on(the grudge) that's the vibes that they give off. It also doesn't help that they do stuff that can be considered "odd" like crawling in vents, casually chilling under tables and beds, popping up out of nowhere when you're not paying attention for 2 seconds, twisting and bending their body into ways "no human being can", casually dropping information on stuff "no normal human being would know"(take that as you will), being "weirdly" into the paranormal and occult world of things, or even just standing cause they have vibes that natrually set off a fear response The kicker is that they are extremely oblivious to how scary they are so they could be coming down from a vent, the person they appeared infront of is screaming their head of and s/o is just like "???". Yeah they might make you feel like your in a horror movie but it's fine 😄

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊/𝕆

gn! s/o, they/them pronouns, fluff-ish ig

Note: I had fun writing this! Also, I suck at writing for Jotaro. Sorry about that. I hope this was to your liking anon!

They lowkey reminded him of Santana when they come crawling out of the vents. Just not nearly as terrifying.

Finds their oddness a part of their charm and is saddened that they don't realize it.

He's quite concerned about what might happen if others find out about your hobbies because of the time period.

When he was worried about Speedwagon’s disappearance they told him that he was “relatively safe.” He was confused because unlike the usual comforting he'd expect to get he only got that.

It always seemed as if they knew things before they happened and he always joked about them being some sort of psychic.

He'll admit that he has been scared by your little appearing trick more than once although begins to get used to it after a while.

If he sees them sitting under a table he’ll just squat down and ask them if something is up. If not he’ll leave them be.

Although when they twist their body in nearly impossible ways he starts to get concerned that they'll hurt themselves or that may have been turned into a vampire. It's unlikely but a genuine concern.

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Probably thought that they were an enemy at first-

Once he gets to know them better he sort of just accepts that they are like that.

Is worried they will hurt themselves when they are bending their body a lot.

Is a bit weirded out by their fascination with the occult but as long as they don't drag him into it too much or end up getting hurt he's fine with it.

When they say that something unexpected is going to happen and it actually does is when he starts to really get concerned.

Thinks they're weird for finding comfort in sitting under tables or laying under beds.

Won't admit it but they scare him sometimes with the shit they.

“If you hear an old man grumbling I'd recommend not going out. The man down the hall just wants to find what it lost but he might mistake your eyes for his so it’s better to be safe than sorry”

Honestly thinks they are talking about stand users or are going insane. There is no in-between.

In quiet rooms with him, he can swear that he hears whispers around them but they aren't moving their mouth in the slightest.

He figures he's just hearing things, his brain making sounds where the sounds aren't, just to fill in the silence. Although after a while he is beginning to think it's not just a coincidence.

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They have scared him too many times.

One example was when he was waiting on them to show up for their date, so he looked at his phone to see if you texted him. He swore they were nowhere near him like 10 seconds ago but there they are, standing right next to him, apologizing for being late.

When he flinches, almost falling over in the process, they look at him confused asking him wrong as if they didn't just appear out of thin air.

To say you spooked him was an understatement.

He loves them with his whole being they need to stop appearing out of nowhere.

Tries to tell himself that they just have a teleportation stand or something like that, it eases his mind a bit.

If he ever finds out they don't actually have stand he's losing his mind.

When they start talking about the occult he tries to pay attention but it's hard sometimes since there's so much and he doesn't understand half of the words they are saying.

He’s a supportive boyfriend though!

Sometimes thinks they are purposely trying to scare him but that theory gets debunked quickly since they are often confused when he's scared.

One day while they were over at his house they spoke of an old man in a suit wanting to say hello to him. At first, he was confused and thought he was in trouble when he thought of his grandfather. He tells himself that it was probably just a coincidence but couldn't help but wonder.

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Unlike the others, he never actually grew up in a healthy environment as a child so doesn't exactly see certain things they do as all that weird. Just sort of happy to have someone, even if they have their weird little quirks.

Even with that, he is a bit unsettled by them at times.

Occasionally, when he would just see them standing around, he would have a wave of fear wash over him for a minute. He doesn't know why, but he felt as though he had seen something he shouldn't have, but he doesn't know what it was.

Sometimes he swears he can see shadows twisting around them at times. The overwhelming feeling that something is wrong without knowing what it is.

He loves them, he does, but everything that's happened so far has started to get concerning.

He wonders if they are even human at times.

They're lucky that Giorno is a part of the mob or else he probably would have accidentally punched the shit out of them with Golden Experience.

Starts to get worried with the amount of time they have crawled out of vents in his presence.

At least if he even has a mission where he has to interrogate someone he knows who to ask-

He just pretty much tells them to be themselves in the interrogation and, to no one's surprise, it works like a charm.

Although they are very confused about why the man is screaming for help. They only asked him a few questions.

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danddymaro · 2 years

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A Day out in Morioh |Rohan Kishibe x Reader

The second part to [[[ Sweet annoyance ]]] because I like La drama.

Includes A run in with a dangerous man, a worried Rohan, and a lot of interaction with Josuke.

Word count: 5,979

A Day Out In Morioh

The young woman had gone about her day with a rather unperturbed expression that inclined more to budding wonder as she walked along the neighborhood that soon lead into a more populated area with different shops and streets.

Sure, she had an unpleasant moment with Rohan, but after she was able to walk outside and get some fresh air, she realized that maybe she was suffocating him.

'he's used to working alone,' she thought to herself, having to remind herself of that. 'And here I come... and he has to stop everything for me,' she added with a grimace.

It was regrettable, but she'd become something of nuance for a man that was not only used to being to himself, but that needed that solidarity to complete his work.

She understood that, and yet, it still hurt to be at the end of his frustrated outburst.

The little incoming thoughts that related to him wouldn't stop, and helplessly, she shook her head to somehow scramble her brain just a little bit to wash them away as though her mind worked like an Etch A' Sketch.

As time progressed, (f/n) silently walked along the sidewalk, idly staring at the lively crowd that had slowly formed with concerned, (light/dark) eyes.

The good mood she'd been in, and that had only seemed to go up with the more of Morioh she was introduced to, suddenly sank as she realized her current predicament.

She'd blinked once, and after that single second of distraction, it seemed like all of Morioh had simultaneously decided to fill out the streets to where it was not long before everything seemed to melt together.

The already unfamiliar surroundings seemed completely alien to her, every direction she looked in not convincing her they'd lead her home.

"Sorry!" she breathed not once, but countless times as people bumped her on each shoulder, lame apologies being said in return by individuals who hadn't actually bothered to spare a quick glance of acknowledgment back at her during their route home.

- And then there were those that truly brushed her entire existence aside, not even uttering a word, their eyes not shifting from their place forward to glance at the person they'd bumped into.

She then scurried through a couple of passing people that chatted with each other, presumably coworkers that decided to spend just a little bit more time with each other based on their matching uniforms.

Her (e/c) colored eyes tried to find familiarity in her surroundings as she continued to follow the direction she'd already been turned to, but in the midst of her growing alarm, she couldn't quite remember exactly what way to turn back home, and it frustrated her greatly.

'Think!' she commanded herself, 'Just think!' she continued to inwardly cry as she tightly shut her eyes, her two hands flying toward her cheeks as she tried to wake some part in her that had the answers she needed.

It was in there, she knew it.

However, she was fed back nothing, no street names, or even recognizable landmarks that could give her a clue. Instead, the only thing she could possibly think of was the teal-eyed man and the pestering question of whether or not he'd actually found himself something to eat.

That, and whether or not he'd managed to finish up on the new week's chapter he'd diligently worked on and had been somewhat stuck on story-wise.

Had he even bothered to make his way out of his study?

She asked herself that, knowing that it was possible he hadn’t.

much more, had he even noticed she was gone?

"Ah...." she let out a soft, sad breath, "Rohan..." she then airily murmured, growing warm over the possibility of him noticing and showing the slightest concern, eventually saving her from more aimless walking and worry by finding her.

It would be a stroke of luck.

However, as much relief as the thought brought her, she couldn't help but feel even more ashamed as she realized that yet again she'd found a way to be a little pebble in his shoe.

A sudden bump in with a new person had her thoughts shaken, her body jolting at the contact.

Her upturned eyebrows quickly rose high as her body bumped into another, and while the impact wasn't powerful enough to make her fall back onto the concrete floor, it was enough to make her stumble back a few steps.

Her hands both clutched close to her chest in surprise, the brisk, frigidity action done just before her fingers tightly curled into the fabric of her top and held onto it like a lifeline.

At that very moment, her puff of air was caught in her throat, the inhale of oxygen halted for a few seconds as she acted upon her shock.

The shuddered breath she released was audible, and it had the man before her actually stop to glance down at her, acknowledging her in the midst of his monotonous day.

Blue eyes so profound and solemn that they were darkened down to near indigo stared down at her with an itching annoyance that was paired with a slight curl to his upper lip before his gaze zeroed down to her clutching hands that, by then, as a result of his stare had become shaken.

Rebellious strands of waved gold fell forward from behind his left ear, and silently, his matching hand rose to draw them back, long, slim fingers that were accented by overgrown nails raking down the blonde hair during the process.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she finally managed to say, her words both soft and stunned, matching her startled demeanor. She managed to muster up a smile, one that was as equally quavered as she was, though kind and definitely touched by an apology of its own.

Gradually, the rather unkind expression he bore shifted, and a welcoming smile warmed his cold features, matching the sparking interest that melted the ice in his deep blues.

"I'm sorry..." she breathed again, her knees nearly buckling as his stare made her feel shamefully bare, enough that her expression faltered, the shy smile dying down.

Maybe it was that she wasn't used to anyone else besides Rohan.

Briefly, she reasoned that perhaps it was that she was overwhelmed by someone else's attention.

However, A boy named Koichi came by once during her stay, and she hadn't been nearly as fearful.

Instead, she'd been delighted to meet someone else, in fact, she'd been disappointed when his visit had been brief, one where they'd only exchanged pleasantries after he'd talked to Rohan about something in secrecy.

They'd been in his study, talking about something serious based on how sour Rohan seemed afterward.

And she wondered what it was.

She'd also met the delivery man that Rohan had hired to run errands, and he'd been a pleasant guest as well, one she'd made idle talk with for just a moment before he'd been practically swatted away by the flustered manga artist after the elder man had innocently asked about who she was to him.

The word 'girlfriend' had been thrown around and it had made Rohan choke, waving off the man with a notable bother.

"And what are you laughing at?" Rohan asked as he turned back to her, his eyebrow raised as he looked down at her, and while he tried to seem annoyed, she couldn't take him seriously with how much color his face had been filled with. Rouge touched his cheeks and even crawled down his neck, making her shake her head quickly, a hand pressed over her mouth as she tried to hide her smile.

She hadn't thought anything of it, becoming too enthralled at the sight of such an expression from the great Rohan Kishibe.

(f/n) had met new people, few, but none like this man.

-this man who had her so fretful.

Everyone around her seemed to pass with disinterest, only having the politeness to move around them, and it made her feel even more exposed to the man because they were left in a little bubble of their own.

And that bubble was slowly thickening with tension that nearly suffocated her, making the air almost hard to breathe.

" You're in quite the panic," he noted, the statement making the hairs on the back of her neck stand, alarmed.

His voice was somehow warm, yet icy all the same, and she couldn't understand why the man made her feel so strange, so afraid.

'Rohan can be cold too, ' she tried to reason, swallowing thickly. 'Sometimes he has a sharp tongue...but I never feel this way,' she added.

'I never feel so afraid,' She thought with alarm.

' A pretty thing like you...so stiffened and in need to be held,' The man silently mused while watching the little hands before him anxiously squirm.

'This must be fate...Right?' he continued to contemplate as warmth blossomed within his chest, a fluttering feeling festering in his stomach as well, and it all felt so remarkably sweet and familiar.

‘As they say...Love at first sight,’ he mused.

The air smelled sweet, and his skin burned to have hers brush over it.

'For you to run into me...’ he started, ‘- to awaken this feeling in me again,' he thought with giddiness, quickly forgetting his former love's name.

There was a blank space left there, and there was an urge to have the loveliness before him fill that opening.

'Looking at you my dear...finding you...I've already forgotten her name...her touch...Her warmth...' he mused with a touch of mischievousness.

'- You look so warm my dear, ' he inwardly commented, knowing that any more thoughts to feel that graceful touch would force him to do something brash.

At that moment, the hand that held his briefcase curled harshly,

"...Quite careless," he murmured lowly, speaking to her, but also addressing himself and the beast that festered within him.

' - To want to take you now, right in the middle of this crowd,' he went on, nearly shaking with anticipation.

"You're aimlessly wondering," he stated, softly chiding her.

" It'll get dark soon you know," he informed her, and she nodded in agreeance, wishing she were already home, wishing she never would have stepped foot out.

'I can't wait to have you alone,' he started as during then, he took a small step closer.

She inched back at the seemingly harmless step, doing so upon instinct, something she hadn't thought of until he commented on it, unafraid to use his voice, unlike her.

"Why so fretful?" he questioned her, speaking almost teasingly.

Her mouth moved, and she practically gaped, not knowing what to say or respond with.

"I..." she swallowed thickly, and slowly her vision began to blur, tears welling inside them, against her will bubbling at the edges of her eyes as she stood frozen.

Why couldn't she move?

"You're shaking," he observed, not at all one to stay silent at what his eyes captured, especially when the reactions he received were pleasing.

"Aren't you a shy one..." he mused, and she shivered even more, her knees buckling.

He started to speak again but before he could utter another word, a different voice rang, his attention tearing from the woman before him to find another approach.

"Mr. Kira!" she said while soon standing near him, her long legs straining to reach him as quickly as possible, having run from the building they worked to him in a quick, desperate sprint, "Mr. Kira, I know this might be inappropriate..." she started, but it became background noise to him as his eyes trailed back to where the (h/c) haired young woman had stood before him, the space now empty.

It had taken just a moment, a single opening for her to make a quick escape, taking the chance the second it presented itself. She was not only greatful for the chance but for the fact that her brain's message had finally reached the rest of her, propelling her into a sprint.

Through the openings that fell between the walking people, he watched his darling retreat, aggravation festering within him while the fleeting woman, in turn, felt flooding relief as she drew farther.

She turned back once, and as she did his dark eyes found hers, and yet again she felt helpless.

It was as though wherever she went, she would never escape, and the feeling stayed with her even while the distance between them became greater.

Yoshikage bit his tongue, swallowing down a nasty snarl as he turned back to his coworker who looked up at him with large, dark eyes that had hope shining within them.

She batted her eyelashes, coyly hoping to persuade him, accomplishing something no one else had been able to, and that was to get Yoshikage Kira to hang out after work.

It wasn't the first time he'd been approached, and like every other time he put on a friendly face, a faux kindness returned to people he truly could care less about.

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'I don't know where I'm going,' (f/n) started as she continued to move in the opposite direction.

'- But I want it to be away from him! ' she thought with determination, the sickly feeling he flooded her with far too unbearable to even recall.

She'd started to run, her legs not giving out by exhaustion, but by a numbing pain that stilled her, the scalding ache far too unbearable to withstand.

Her right hand rose to her chest, and to her horror blood oozed from her left bosom, the color coating the extremity before her flesh came in contact with a sharp, scarlet-drenched tip.

In disbelief, her eyes went down to see the red-adorned, golden point that had sprung from her.

She wanted to scream but was silenced by a shock that had made her grow cold.

In spite of the numbing pain, she continued to walk forward, her feet slowly shifting, the energy she had similar to that of a wind-up that was on its last round.

She could feel thick trickles travel through her fingers, blood being left behind where she moved in red little specks.

As she continued to walk along the road, aimlessly, with no destination, her body slumped forward into something that was warm.

Latching, she cradled whatever had come near, needing its support, hoping to somehow have its warmth transferred to her, and simultaneously, she looked up to the hazy figure of the color blue.

Her voice was caught within her throat, but her lips moved, forming each syllable with need, pleading for help.

- And that's how she found Josuke.

" Josuke Higashikata?" She repeated back, a genuine smile gracing her as she tried out the name for herself, already saying it with fondness.

"Yep, nice to meet you," he said back, a very kind smile gracing him, the teen being just the opposite of the other male she'd encountered.

Josuke was nice and pleasant and she mellowed around him, eased by his presence alone, trusting him after the terrifying incident that she still didn't quite understand.

He'd made her pain go away, and she wouldn't have believed him if she hadn't watched him hold the arrow that pierced her.

She also wouldn't have believed him if she hadn't caught sight of what seemed like a ghosting figure behind him, the outline of it visible, but barely.

Her eyes were squinted as she looked over his shoulder, trying to get a better look of what it was that was there, looming. There wasn't anything wrong with her sight. She could see everything perfectly clear, all except that one large patch of something that hovered above and seemed to have the outline of a person.

The blue eyed male noticed, and he pulled up a soft smile, understanding.

"Can you see it?" he asked her, watching as at the question, she seemed to concentrate harder, trying to find what ‘it’ was.

"I don't know..." she breathed. " What am I looking at? ... if anything," she added with confusion.

"I see something but it's like that one spot is blurry like it's a blind spot," she explained, and Jojo nodded.

It occurred to him that perhaps things would come gradually to her. Koichi's stand hadn't manifested immediately, perhaps her own abilities and stand itself needed time to be lured out.

' I should get her to Jotaro...' he thought to himself, ' and the arrow to-'

"Huh?" he whipped around, turning over in every direction as he searched for the cursed thing.

He'd set it aside for a moment as he asked her questions, and now it was gone.

"Oh shit..." he breathed, his teeth clenched in annoyance.

"What's wrong?" (f/n) asked him, her right hand's palm pressed over her temple as she tried to soothe down the persisting thick pules that bothered her.

Her flesh was coated by a thin sheet of sweat, and she felt like she was coming down with something.

The highschooler's thick brows inched down, frustration knitted in between them as he murmured out his response,

"It's nothing..." he told her, making sure to keep the woman close, not confident in leaving her by herself.

She seemed entirely too clueless, holding a sense of vulnerability he could see someone taking advantage of, especially in her disoriented state.

Besides... he needed to ask her more.

He needed to know what her stand was.

He had to know her name, everything he could.

" So… You're new here," he said back as a statement, hearing her out as he looked up at the sky, focused on the cute puffy clouds that decorated the atmosphere.

She silently nodded, "Yeah," she added, gently smiling.

'You could say so,' she thought with halfhearted amusement, not really going into too many details aside from that.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but she reasoned that it was quite a bizarre story to tell, even more bizarre than being shot with an arrow that had magically been healed by some ghost thing he'd called a stand.

"- So I don't know my way around Morioh," (f/n) said embarrassed, her eyes strayed far, heat rising over her cheeks.

'I don't know how to get back to Rohan's….' she thought to herself, not bothering to mention that she'd been completely lost.

Gradually his eyes fell from the sky, his attention drawn down to her as he heard the somewhat pathetic tone she had spoken with.

The dark-haired teen remained silent for a few seconds, simply watching the shame that flooded her features, and as he did, his pleasant smile lifted up more, and his eyes softened at the sight,

"You're new around here," he easily concluded. " You're not expected to know your way around so easily," he said with a comforting tone.

"I get lost around certain spots of this town, and I've lived here all my life," he added, making her sullen expression lighten.

"- If you want, I could show you around," he offered (f/n).

"Josuke..." (f/n) then started, her voice alone holding gratefulness.

"Could you please?" she asked him.

"Sure," he said in happy chirp. "-But," he then said while suddenly stopping, standing before her and raising two fingers.

"Two conditions," he said, and she nodded quickly, attentively listening.

"First, " he started, "You and me," he said while pointing the finger in between themselves, "We stick together. After all this, I have to keep an eye on you," he said with certainty, taking on the responsibility without question.

Who's to say that the person who struck her had any good intentions?

Besides, a killer was out there, and if anyone made a good target it was her.

"And two, after this, we go and see Jotaro," he said, and the name struck her.

"Kujo?" she said suddenly, seeming excited she might know who he was talking about, and that took the teen back.

"Eh?! Hold on you know him?" He said with wide eyes, and (f/n) then seemed more lively, her hand taking his as she jumped up and down happily.

"I Do!" she cheered.

'Yes. Yes Yes,' she inwardly cheered.

Jotaro was someone that Josuke seemed to respect, and it happened to be the same Jotaro Rohan knew too and had made a few calls to before.

What if they all knew each other?

"josuke! Josuke!" she then said with the same happiness, "Do you know Rohan Kishibe?!" she asked, and that had the boy's kind expression sour.

he looked like he tasted a lemon, as he huffed out a low, "Yeah."

'Well...looks like they do know each other... personally,' she thought with a little cold sweat falling down her brow, seemingly less enthusiastic.

"Hold on, Hold on," Josuke then said while his hands slipped out of her hold, the two flying to his head where he held then pressed the tips of his fingers to the sides of his skull.

"Don't tell me you're his girlfriend," he muttered with both annoyance and partial disbelief.

"- Koichi told me about you," he added as it all clicked.

"He'd said Rohan had a pretty girl staying with him, that he'd called her his girlfriend.

- Ah, no...he said that she was special to him," he then corrected himself.

The sudden knowledge had the woman stunned, and she quickly turned away, chuckling softly, too nervous to ask more.

‘Special,’ she thought to herself, her heart racing.

Special how?

Special as in he liked her... or special as in, ‘I found this person wandering in my property, and we can’t find nay records of her anywhere?’

She didn’t have the nerve to ask, so instead she moved on,

" - yeah, we can go see Jotaro!" she then said, moving past everything else the guy beside her had said.

“But then you take me back home,” She said as her own condition.

“You don’t know how to get back , huh?” the Joestar descendent guessed smugly.

Hanging her head she released a shamed, “yeah.”

“You in a rush to get home?” he then asked her, to which she shook her head.

“Why?” she asked him, curious.

" ‘ cause, I know this cool café," he informed her, pointing ahead with a grin, " It's just a street away, wanna go? " he asked, "My treat," he added just as they were cleared to cross. He’d been paying attention to her to notice the sign change, but luckily she’d been sharper.

She nodded fastly, happy to join him for a treat, sit down and maybe talk more about stands, and whatever the arrow had to do with them.

She noticed the sign for them to go, and hurriedly, she took his hand, pulling him behind her, "Come on!" she said while he stumbled to catch up after the sudden yank.

"Come on Jojo!" she said happily as he caught up with her, managing to lead for just a few seconds.

"You don't even know where you're going!" he said in a long breath.

"I know!" she said back, “ that's why I need you to hurry!" she laughed.

'I really like him,' she thought to herself, thinking that she'd made her first actual friend in Morioh.

It wasn't some meet and greet that had them gone soon after, but rather a little connection that made her optimistic about more relationships.

During their run, they'd been spotted by a frantic, green-eyed man whose steps slowly lost their hurry as he found the one person he’d been in desperate search for.

"Josuke...Higashitaka..." Rohan snarled, and he couldn't help but say the name in a way he'd only ever said curses.

"Ughh, I can't believe it!" Kishibe heard a familiar voice whine, the rasp of it unmistakable, so he had no reason to turn his neck and look.

Okuyasu walked with slumped shoulders as he plopped down on the seat next to his shorter, white-haired friend on the public bench.

"What's the matter Okuyasu?" Koichi asked with concern, and Rohan only barely eyed him, more annoyed with the fact that his conversation with his acquaintance had been interrupted.

He was curious as to whether or not Koichi had seen (f/n) anywhere, and if not then he’d been ready to ask if he could lend a hand finding her.

"- Josuke's out on a date," Nijimura explained.

"he's out with this girl,” he stated, " - They were by the park, and they were holding hands," he added lowly.

“Josuke’s got a girl and he didn’t even say anything,” he lamented.

"- It's not fair" he exclaimed while crossing his arms, pouting.

"You and Yukako are goin' out, and Josuke's got his own girl now too," he said with clear envy.

"- When am I gonna find someone?" he whined, and Rohan scoffed at the ridiculous ‘problem’, as though there weren’t more important things in life.

Teenagers and their ridiculous issues.

- Their relationships.

“Hey,” Koichi started, “You’ll find someone, I'm sure of it,” he assured his friend.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he added.

“Easy for you to say,” the dark haired male grumbled. “You have nothing to worry about,” he added enviously before breaking down,

"I just don't want to end up alone like him!" Okuyasu said with teary eyes, a finger pointed to the elder male whose nostrils flared at the attention.

“Excuse me?!” Rohan huffed. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly fine alone!" The mangaka exclaimed.

'- I don't need anyone,' he reminded himself.

“Of course you’d say that,” the dark eyed male said with pursed lips, and it took Hirose a good minute to mediate, deescalating things when he offered to help Rohan in his predicament, prompting Okuyasu to also offer his own aid.

'- I don't need anyone,' he told himself again, walking by himself, having split up with Koichi and Okuyasu to cover more ground.

'So, It doesn't bother me,' Rohan thought with a long exhale, the breath released through his nose, the air hot and burning as he’d found who he was looking for.

she was safe and sound, having the time of her life, so it seemed.

And he couldn’t stop his rueful shaking as he watched them.

'I don't care...' he added, watching as Josuke pushed his dessert plate to (f/n), offering her a bite of his slice of cake. He had his own fork in his hand, suspended as it held a little piece while he insisted she take her own share.

And (f/n) took little convincing, picking at a corner with more icing, happiness flooding her features before she pushed her own towards Josuke, doing just as he had.

. . .

"Go ahead!" she urged him, “ it's not as good as yours, but it's really spongy,” she assured him. “ oh man...next time I come I'll order that one," (f/n) said while eyeing his share longingly.

she wanted to ask for more, but she held back.

"Next time trust me!" Josuke said while grinning because he'd suggested the dessert and she’d gone with a different one instead. By then, he'd had everything on the menu, and had told her that the one he ordered was the best.

"Ok, but I take care of the bill," she said, letting him know that when they came back, it'd be on her.

"Sounds like a plan," he said, "There's also this place on the edge of town. It's run by this really nice Italian chief." he went on.

"I really recommend it because if anyone puts their heart into what they make, it's him." he praised.

Nodding, (f/n) took another piece of her desert, attentively listening.

"Next time you go... can I tag along?" the young woman asked.

" Of course!

You know, the first time I went was with my friend Okuyasu, and since then it's been our own personal getaway, " he mused. " So he'll tag along, I hope you don't mind," he said sheepishly.

" I know he'd be a little hurt if he knew I went with someone else," he said sounding a little embarrassed.

He knew it sounded a little dumb, but he also knew his good friend too.

"That's great," she said without bother, "That's just someone else I get to meet, and if he's friends with you, he must be a good person." she complimented.

"I'm sure we'll get along just fine," she assured him just as the waiter brought them a specialty drink.

Both of their hands reached for it, blindly moving before they accidentally touched.

simultaneously, they jumped, immediately breaking out into a fit of little nervous chuckles.

"My bad," he said.

"Yeah, sorry," she said too.

"You can have it, " he said kindly, not wanting to argue about it. " we ordered the same drink." he reminded her. " I can wait for the next one. It should come out soon," he assured her.

" Thanks," she smiled, " If that's the case Then I'll wait till yours is out," she said calmly, "I'd feel rude just taking it, and having you watch me enjoy it alone."

if he could stop the interrupting blossoming warmth that touched his face, he would, but instead, he lived with it finding it strangely nice.

Seriously,

'What's she doing with Rohan?' he wondered, genuinely curious as to whether or not she was actually with him.

"Girlfriend?!" Josuke exclaimed, "That jerk?" he said aloud.

"Who could stand him for that long?" he asked out loud.

Silently, the elder Jojo listened, Jotaro's mouth quirking up subtly because when he'd been younger, and much more of a jerk, and even then he'd been an annoying lure for girls.

As he silently sat there, he mused over how anyone could have put up with who he was before either.

"Well, she was in his house. and it looks like she's staying there." Koichi informed them.

"He talks about her sweetly. Well, as sweet as he can be," he added.

“I think he really likes her,” the blue eyed male said softly chuckling.

"- And she's real friendly, I can see why he’d like her so much.

I wouldn't have minded staying longer and getting to know her better, but my mom had sent me on an errand, so I was a little stretched for time," he explained.

'Opposites attract,' Josuke started, ' but this much?' he added, curious.

"Josuke " Rohan exhaled like a bull ready to charge, and he even stomped his foot one good time before charging.

"Josuke Higashikata…." Rohan hissed, "You little punk," He said with the same spite.

" Josuke Higashikata..." he bellowed, "YOU GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER THIS INSTANT!" He called out, long legs in a quick stride towards the pair, ignoring the traffic light that beamed red.

He didn’t even care that the touch had lasted for even a second.

Both people flinched, startled at the roaring voice, and the outcry of fury was strong enough to startle a few other people on their peaceful afternoons.

Josuke froze while (f/n) had the opposite reaction, jolting from her seat, and springing up.

" Hands off Because she's mine you got that?!" Kishibe barked, the possessive claim stopping even more onlookers.

The cafe's other customers looked on with surprise too, trying to pretend they didn't notice a thing as they hid behind their menus and servings, none being convincing.

But it's not like Rohan had any mind for them now.

"R-Rohan?" (F/n) sputtered, her eyes widely peeled as she jumped out of her chair, suddenly standing pin straight.

- And it was all she could think of saying before he continued,

"And you!" he then said while shooting his sharp eyes at the young woman,

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" Kishibe spoke, letting her know how half of his day had gone, the terrible stress he'd been under making him imagine the worst.

He'd pictured that she'd been dragged away to some dark corner, scared and alone, left at the hands of some villain.

He could only consider that he'd never see her again, that he'd be stuck having to remember her as a sweet memory that had slipped through his fingers because he’d been such an idiot.

And then that idiot Okuyasu Nijimura would have a point.

He would have had too many regrets, too many nights to ponder over what he could have done to change it all.

And that apology he was holding onto and thought she would have to beat out of him ?

It had so easily slipped out the second he thought of such a scenario.

"I've been so worried," he admitted, and he felt a burning embarrassment as the words just left him before he could consider them.

" It tormented me to imagine you'd run off...hurt by my words..." he said, admitting it with a wounded chest. " I was worried before...but now... now that I find you

- it burns me to know you've been out with someone else...entertained by... HIM," he hissed at the last bit.

His hand then pressed over her waistline, his other hand grabbing hers and pulling her close, pressing her to him, “ you!” He said again with the same furiousness that hadn’t deterred.

“ You think you can just run off like that!?” He said with brewing annoyance escaping as he leaned down.

He was a mess right now, and it was all because of her.

" I was worried sick, my heart racing, my mind a haze," he said before darting his emerald eyes to the dark-haired male with them, " and then I see you're hand in hand with this...delinquent.." he spat.

'This...guy,' Jojo thought irritated.

"Dude..." Josuke said flatly, finally settling down, staring at the man with a halfhearted glare.

"We're just eating cake," he said with a low sigh, gesturing to the table.

" And If anything you should be thanking me," he added with tightly knit brows as he stood up, pressing his palms to the table with his own frustration.

" I had to use my Crazy diamond to heal her," he let the other man know.

"Heal her?" Rohan suddenly said with wide eyes, Looking down at (f/n) with worry, questioning her.

Her eyes strayed, "There was an arrow" she recalled before one of her hands ghosted over her chest, above where the sharp end had escaped her.

Rohan shifted, holding her close again before the hand that held hers let go, moving to grip her chin, holding it sweetly so he could properly gaze at her.

She suddenly melted, and Rohan noticed it, his face becoming awfully mellowed into a tender expression that showed he was terribly lovesick.

“ You’re okay now, right?” he asked (f/n), his tone almost too kind to sound like it could ever come from him, it almost made Josuke gag.

She nodded, entranced by his eyes as she breathed out a soft, “ yes.”

“I’m glad...” he voiced, the words breathed out before he leaned down, his eyes slowly closing as he met her in a little kiss, one that was short lived, yet blissful.

Meanwhile, her arms both found a path that started at his chest and ended behind his neck,

“Rohan, “ she then asked, batting her eyes at him, still surprised, “- you...you care?” she asked him, her heart fluttering.

It seemed that the press was not enough for her and he shook his head,

“Of course I do you silly girl. Of course I care... “ he said.

Had she not listened to word he said? Could she not see what a mess he was?

Did she not feel the envy that he’d sweated at thinking she was with someone else?

“ (f/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I lost you,” he confessed.

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