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Polnareff x Reader
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MERDE!! Iggy, you foul little beast, I’m gonna mail you to the moon in a shoebox!!
Jean Pierre Polnareff stormed out of the hotel room like a man escaping a war zone his hair disheveled, a chunk visibly missing, and tufts of silver drifting through the air like tragic confetti.
You blinked, halfway through as you sip your lukewarm tea. I take... is it the dog again?
Polnareff whirled around, eyes wide in sheer offense. He pounced on my head like it was a chew toy! Look at me! My beautiful hair, mon dieu, there’s enough of it on the floor to make a wig!
You set your tea down with a snort. Maybe he’s nesting.
He stomped over to where you sat on the shaded inn steps, looking utterly betrayed by the universe. This is the third time this week! I wake up, and suddenly I’m under attack. Teeth everywhere. Iggy’s latched onto my head like a rabid squirrel!
You tilted your head, amused. To be fair, you do use a lot of product. Might smell like candy to him.
Don’t defend him! He bit me and then had the audacity to fart in my face as he flew off on his stupid Stand! Polnareff flopped onto the step beside you, arms flailing for emphasis. I saw my life flash before my eyes.
You couldn’t hold in your laughter. So what you’re saying is, you were attacked, humiliated, and crop-dusted.
Yes! he cried, dramatically throwing his hands up. He’s evil in a tiny dog form!
Almost on cue, Iggy strutted out of the inn, head held high, the tip of Polnareff’s stolen hair still clinging to his mouth like a trophy. He made direct eye contact with Polnareff… and farted.
Polnareff recoiled in visible horror. “HE DID IT AGAIN! That was intentional! That was a power move!”
You wheezed with laughter as Iggy trotted over to you and plopped down against your leg, tail twitching smugly. You pulled a treat from your pocket which is some coffee gum and handed it to him like he hadn’t just committed a war crime. He accepted it graciously, then yawned and curled up at your feet.
Polnareff gaped. Unbelievable. He’s a menace to me, but for you, he’s a well-trained royal lapdog.
You scratched behind Iggy’s ears. Because I’m calm. And I don’t scream every time he so much as breathes.
He crossed his arms, pouting. I do not scream. I express justified alarm.
You raised an eyebrow. You once yelled, sacre bleu, the beast is upon me! like a damsel in a French horror film.
He gasped. That was one time and he ambushed me from a ceiling fan! Who even does that?!
You leaned into him, amused. Maybe he just likes you.
Polnareff smirked and scooted a little closer. Or maybe he’s jealous. You’re giving him all the affection when I am clearly the more charming one.
You arched a brow. Oh? You think so?
He flashed that confident grin. Come on, Y/N. Look at me—devastatingly handsome, brave, tall, only mildly traumatized by a 15-pound fart goblin. Surely that’s worth a little affection?
You chuckled and gave his hair a sympathetic glance. Alright, fine. Come here. Let me fix that mess before it becomes a national emergency.
Polnareff leaned forward, practically purring. "Ah, ma belle, so gentle, so kind only you would touch me after I’ve been mauled by Satan’s chihuahua—”
WHAM!
From nowhere, Iggy struck again like a fuzzy assassin. He leapt up, fangs gleaming, and sank into Polnareff’s hair a second time, shaking it like a chew toy while silver strands flew through the air like glitter.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!” Polnareff shrieked, flailing wildly as Iggy let out a triumphant fart and launched himself off using The Fool.
You sat frozen, hand still half-lifted in the air, trying not to laugh as Polnareff collapsed in front of you again.
I hate that dog, he muttered into the pavement.
You leaned over and gently poked the top of his mangled hair. ...Still want me to fix it?
He groaned. Please. Before he comes back for round three.
From somewhere nearby, you swore you heard a snicker and a fart.
Jotaro Kujo x Reader
I was planning to post this during White day but I was kinda busy but anyways I hope you all enjoy this :)
Btw I'm still accepting request feel free to drop by my ask
Jotaro Kujo wasn’t the type to stress over things, especially not about some stupid holiday. But here he was, walking fast down the street, hands stuffed in his pockets, his heart pounding like an idiot. It was White Day, and he had one goal, to buy chocolates for you.
It had been a month since that ridiculous Valentine’s Day moment. He still remembered it too clearly, the way you casually handed him the neatly wrapped box of chocolates like it was no big deal.
"Here, don’t get the wrong idea or anything. It’s just obligatory, you're not the only one I gave you these. don't feel your special or anything"
You said it so smoothly, with that cool, no nonsense tone you always had when dealing with him. But Jotaro wasn’t an idiot. He noticed the way your fingers gripped the box a little too tightly, the slight tremble in your hand as you passed it to him. He caught the way you averted your eyes quickly, the faintest hint of red creeping up your cheeks.
It was the first time you had ever given him anything other than detention slips. Then he looks down at the box you gave to him
Jotaro was used to your constant nagging as part of the student council it was your job to maintain the school decorum, always barking at him about school rules, how his uniform was a disgrace, how his attitude was unacceptable. You two had this ongoing “beef” because you believed in discipline, while he just did whatever the hell he wanted. But…
That damn Valentine’s gift changed everything.
Did you actually like him? Or were you just doing it out of obligation, like you claimed?
Jotaro looked down at the box of chocolates you’d just handed him, turning it slightly in his grip. His brows furrowed.
"Tch. It’s obligatory," he muttered, rolling his shoulders like this was no big deal. He refused to make eye contact, his voice gruff as he continued, "You’re not the only one I gave these to."
The words felt weird leaving his mouth, especially since he was basically repeating what you had said on Valentine’s Day when you had given him chocolates.
And, technically, yeah. You had given chocolates to some of the other guys at school. Mostly your friends, people you hung out with in class or during council meetings. Jotaro had seen you handing out small, neatly wrapped boxes, your expression composed, your tone casual.
But what stuck with him, what had bothered him was that the box you had given him was different.
It was more carefully wrapped. The ribbon tied more neatly. The chocolates inside weren’t store bought like the others. No, you had made them. And despite trying to act indifferent, your hands had been just a little shaky when you gave them to him.
And the kicker?
The way your face had been just slightly red when you looked away after handing them over.
Jotaro clenched his jaw, his grip tightening slightly on the box in his hand now.
Maybe it was just his imagination. Maybe he was reading too much into things.
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized this wasn’t the first time he had felt something when it came to you.
There had been… moments. Little things that stuck in his head.
Like the time you had fallen asleep at your desk during council hours, the usual stern expression on your face completely gone, replaced by something soft and peaceful. Jotaro had walked in to drop off his paper he wrote during detention about promising he will not cause a fight anymore (but like hell he would do that) only to find you curled up, arms folded over a pile of paperwork, your breathing steady. Instead of waking you, he had simply placed his papers on the stack beside you and left only to linger just outside the door for a second longer than he should have, staring at the quiet room.
Or the time you had helped bandage up his hand after a fight. You had grumbled about him being reckless, rolling your eyes as you wiped away the blood. But your hands had been gentle, your touch careful, your voice quieter than usual. "You always get yourself into trouble, Kujo," you had murmured, cutting the medical tape. "Try not to die before graduation, okay?"
And then there was that time in the rain.
It had been late. Jotaro had been walking home after dealing with some punks near the station when he spotted you standing under a waiting shed, hugging your arms against the cold. Your umbrella had broken, and you had looked miserable, muttering curses at the storm.
Without thinking, he had walked over and wordlessly held his umbrella over you.
You had blinked up at him, clearly surprised, before scoffing. "Oh, so you do have manners."
"Tch. Shut up," he had grumbled, but he had stayed next to you anyway, making sure you didn’t get drenched. And that time during a school trip you pull some all nighters again, claiming a cup of good coffee can fix you up but nope as a big wave of sleepiness finally hit you and had eventually leaned against his shoulder, tired from the bus ride, he hadn’t moved away and make sure you won't fall.
Jotaro exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
He was an idiot.
This whole time, he had brushed off your bickering, your constant back and forth, as just… whatever. A nuisance. A part of his daily life.
But maybe there was more to it.
Maybe you felt it too.
Maybe that’s why you had looked so nervous when you gave him that box on Valentine’s Day. Maybe that’s why his box had been different.
Jotaro looked down at the chocolates in his hand once more, his expression unreadable.
For the first time, he felt the weight of what this gift actually meant.
Jotaro had spent the past month overthinking. He wasn’t the best with words, and confessing wasn’t exactly his style, but White Day was his one shot. He had to give you something back.
So here he was, standing outside a small confectionery store, the bell jingling as he stepped inside. He was about to scan the shelves when-
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
Jotaro froze, his jaw tightening. Behind the counter, wearing an apron and looking way too smug for his liking, was you.
You glanced up, and the moment you saw him, your eyebrows shot up in disbelief. Then, just as quickly, you smirked.
"Well, well. Didn’t expect to see you here, Kujo."
Jotaro clenched his jaw, silently cursing every god in existence. Out of all the shops in the damn city, it just had to be your family’s store.
Tch. Didn’t expect to see you here either, he muttered.
You raised an eyebrow. Uh-huh. What are you doing here, anyway? Don’t tell me, you forgot to do an assignment and need to bribe a teacher with sweets?"
He scoffed, looking away. None of your business.
Your eyes flickered with amusement. "Oh? Are you here for White Day? Buying chocolates for someone special?"
That hit a little too close, and Jotaro clicked his tongue. You didn’t need to know it was for you. Not yet.
You work here? he asked, deflecting.
My aunt owns the shop. I help out sometimes, you said with a shrug.
Why? You worried I’ll overcharge you?
Jotaro exhaled sharply. Even now, you were still giving him a hard time. It was frustrating. It was annoying.
It was… kind of cute.
He quickly shook that thought away.
So, you said, leaning slightly over the counter. What’ll it be, Kujo?
Jotaro looked at the shelves, hands still stuffed in his pockets. He had planned to just grab something and leave, but now that you were here, the whole situation felt… impossible.
He wasn’t sure how he’d get through this without making a complete fool of himself.
Jotaro stood there, arms crossed, staring at the shelves like they’d personally offended him. His gaze swept over rows of neatly packaged chocolates dark, milk, white, with nuts, without nuts, caramel-filled, and even some fancy ones with gold leaf sprinkled on top. But honestly? None of it was registering.
All he could think about was how annoying this situation was.
And how annoying you were for being here.
And how annoying it was that you looked kind of cute in that apron.
Damn it.
After a few minutes of him just… standing there, you sighed, clearly losing patience. You leaned on the counter, tapping your fingers against the wood.
"Kujo."
No response. He was still glaring at the shelves, as if waiting for the chocolates to choose him instead.
You narrowed your eyes. Kujo, hurry up and pick something, or I swear I’m kicking you out. If you’re not buying, you’re loitering, and that’s against store policy.
Jotaro clicked his tongue in irritation, finally turning his glare toward you. Tch. Give me a damn second.
A second? You’ve been standing there for five minutes just scowling at cocoa products. You crossed your arms. "Want me to help you? You obviously have no idea what you’re doing."
Jotaro stiffened.
Great. Just what he needed. You getting involved.
This couldn’t get worse.
Oh, hell no, he muttered, but it was too late. You were already walking out from behind the counter, marching over with the energy of someone who had been waiting all day to mock him.
Alright, let’s make this easier, you said, grabbing a random box off the shelf. This one’s great. Dark chocolate with a smooth caramel center, good balance of sweet and bitter. Classic choice."
Jotaro barely processed what you were saying.
But inside of the premise of his brain, Blah blah caramel blah blah something about balance blah blah why do you look cute when you’re explaining things blah blah white chocolate blah blah-
Or, if you want something a little fancier, you continued, pulling out another, these are filled with pistachio cream. Imported. Pretty high-quality.
Blah blah pistachio blah blah imported high quality stuff blah blah why does she looks angry for some reason blah blah she's so cute when she's so focused blah blah-
You turned to him, holding both boxes. "Well? What’s your pick?"
Jotaro blinked, finally snapping back to reality. "Huh?"
You narrowed your eyes, Oh my god. You weren’t even listening, were you?
I was, Jotaro lied, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
You’re such a bad liar, you deadpanned.
You’re so annoying, he muttered.
You’re even a pain in the ass even outside of school, you shot back.
"Tch", He rolled his eyes, Not my fault you keep showing up in the worst places.
Worst places? You gasped in mock offense. Excuse me, but I work here. You’re the weirdo lurking around a chocolate store like it personally wronged you.
Jotaro scoffed. "Whatever. Just ring something up."
You clicked your tongue, shaking your head as you walked back behind the counter. Good luck to the poor person you’re giving this to. You’re unbelievable, seriously.
Jotaro leaned on the counter. "Tch. It’s just chocolate. Not that deep."
"Wrong." You gave him a pointed look. "Gifts aren’t about the price or how fancy they are, it’s the thought that counts."
Jotaro raised an eyebrow.
You could get someone the cheapest, plainest chocolate bar, but if it has meaning behind it, it’s still valuable. If you don’t care about the person, it doesn’t matter how expensive the gift is. Get it?"
Jotaro paused.
That… was actually a solid point.
And, more importantly, he just got a brilliant idea.
He tilted his head slightly, playing it cool. So, let’s say someone got you something. What’s your favorite?
Your rambling stopped.
Dead stop.
For the first time since this conversation started, you were the one caught off guard. Huh? Why me?
Jotaro pretended to shrug. You work here. You probably have a personal favorite.
You squinted at him, as if trying to figure out if he was messing with you. But, from your perspective, his logic was sound. He was in a chocolate store, and it did make sense to ask the employee for their personal recommendation.
Still, something about this felt suspicious.
"Hmm..." You tapped your chin in thought. Well, if I had to pick… I'd say I really like chocolates with a mix of textures. Y’know, like something crunchy and smooth at the same time? So, for example, dark chocolate-covered almonds are great because you get that nice snap from the nuts, but it’s still rich and bittersweet. Then there’s hazelnut praline, which is kinda creamy but has that slight grainy texture from the nuts being ground up. Oh, and truffles! You can’t go wrong with a classic dark chocolate truffle, bittersweet shell with a soft, melt-in-your-mouth center? Perfection.
Jotaro blinked. You were really getting into this.
But I guess if I had to choose just one thing, it’d be—"
You suddenly stopped yourself, narrowing your eyes again. "Wait. Why do you care?"
Jotaro fought the urge to smirk. He kept his expression neutral, leaning on the counter. "You work here. You should know what’s good, right?"
Your eyes scanned his face, searching for something suspicious.
...But, frustratingly, he had a point.
"Ugh. Fine. Let’s get this over with." You grabbed a box off the shelf, the one with your favorite chocolates which are (your favorite chocolate) and placed it on the counter. There. These are good.
Jotaro looked at the box for half a second before pulling out his wallet. "I’ll take it."
Your eyebrow twitched. "Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"Not even gonna look at the other ones?"
"Nope."
You stared at him. He stared back.
"...You’re weird," you finally muttered, ringing up the purchase.
Jotaro smirked slightly, leaving the store with his purchased chocolates and looks. Now all he had to do was give them to you without making an idiot of himself.
The morning of White Day arrived like any other, sunlight streaming through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow on the flurry of gift exchanges taking place. You received a fair share of presents from the boys you had given chocolates to on Valentine’s Day, mostly small, thoughtful tokens. Keychains, a neatly wrapped set of specialty tea, a few cute stationery items, and a box of assorted cookies. They were all sweet gestures, but nothing that hinted at anything more.
And yet, despite the normalcy of it all, something felt... off.
Jotaro Kujo was nowhere to be seen.
You weren’t looking for him, but it was impossible not to notice his absence. Normally, he’d be found brooding around the halls, leaning against lockers with his ever-present scowl, or sneaking a cigarette just out of teacher's line of sight. Today, though? No sign of him. No lingering scent of tobacco. No towering presence of 6'5 delinquent sticking out in the crowd.
It was oddly quiet.
You told yourself it was a good thing. No Kujo behavior meant one less headache for the student council to deal with. Maybe the universe had finally given you a break.
And yet… you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too quiet.
The day passed, classes dragging on as you tried to push the thought of him to the back of your mind. But it was hard to ignore the strange hollowness in the air, the lack of interruptions you had grown so used to. The absence of his muttered swears, his heavy footfalls echoing through the hallways, or even the occasional, begrudging glance in your direction when he thought no one was looking.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, you figured he was probably skipping altogether. You busied yourself with your usual student council duties, finishing up late as usual. The school was mostly empty by the time you shut your locker, sighing as you finally prepared to head home, only to turn around and nearly walk straight into him.
Your breath hitched in your throat.
Jotaro stood there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his expression unreadable as always. But there was something different about him today. Something heavier in the way he lingered, like he was forcing himself to be here.
You blinked, quickly regaining composure. “What do you want, Kujo?”
Silence.
You crossed your arms, raising a brow. Skipping class isn’t enough? Now you’re lurking around empty hallways too?
Still, he didn’t respond. Instead, he took a slow step forward, closing the already small distance between you two.
Your pulse inexplicably quickened.
Before you could question him further, he pulled something out from his jacket, a neatly wrapped box, held out toward you in his large hand.
You stared at it.
Then at him.
“…Huh?”
Jotaro exhaled sharply, clearly irritated—though whether at you or himself, you weren’t sure. It’s White Day, he muttered. I’m just returning the favor.
Your brain took a second to process that.
Returning the favor?.
Your eyes darted to the box, then back to his face. “Wait… what?”
Jotaro’s expression twitched, like he was seconds away from pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You gave me chocolates, he said, slower this time. I’m giving something back.
The realization hit you like a ton of bricks.
Yesterday. The shop. The chocolates.
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. This was not what you had expected. At all.
You felt your heart start to hammer, but your pride refused to let you show it. Instead, you frowned, trying to act unimpressed. Oh. So you do understand the concept of basic courtesy.
Jotaro scowled. Don’t make me regret this.
You rolled your eyes but reached out, hesitating slightly before taking the box from him. It was heavier than you expected, the wrapping neat, almost too neat for someone like him. Your fingers brushed his for a brief second, and you swore you saw something flicker across his expression, something almost hesitant.
Still, your mind was reeling. You had assumed your Valentine’s chocolates had been nothing but a passing moment, something he’d forget about. You had never expected him to take it seriously enough to return the gesture. And if he had, did that mean...?
You looked back up at him. Wait… does this mean you—
Jotaro let out a sharp breath, cutting you off. “You’re slow as hell,” he muttered, and before you could react, he took a bold step forward.
And kissed you.
It was firm, decisive, yet somehow gentle, like he had been holding himself back for a long time. Your eyes widened in shock, body frozen as your mind struggled to comprehend what was happening.
But then, instinct took over.
Your fingers curled into his jacket, pulling him closer as your heart pounded in your ears. He was warm and despite his usual rough demeanor, his lips were softer than you expected.
The world blurred around you. There was no school hallway, no student council responsibilities, no annoying rules to enforce. Just this. Just him.
When he finally pulled back, his face remained close to yours, his breath warm against your skin. His sharp eyes locked onto yours, searching for something, confirmation, maybe. Or permission to do it again.
You swallowed hard, still processing. You’re unbelievable, you muttered, your voice slightly unsteady.
Jotaro smirked slightly, his hand lingering near your waist before he pulled back completely. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”
Your brain was still short-circuiting, but before you could retort, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you along with him down the hallway.
“Wha—hey! Where are we going?” you demanded, stumbling slightly as you tried to keep up.
He didn’t answer.
But the way his grip tightened, firm, unrelenting, told you everything you needed to know.
Jotaro didn’t let go of her wrist as he led her deeper into the quiet, secluded part of the school grounds, tucked behind a storage shed where no one would think to look. The moment felt charged, every step echoing louder than it should, making you hyper-aware of the way his grip was warm, firm, and just a little too possessive.
The second the both of you stopped, you yanked your arm back, heart pounding. "Idiot—n-not here!" you hissed, looking around nervously. Your face was burning, and hated how weak your voice sounded.
Jotaro leaned lazily against the wall, completely unfazed. "Relax, Ms. Student President," he said smoothly, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. No one comes here, His lips curled into a smirk. This is where I smoke most of the time.
Something in you snapped. "Ugh! I knew it! It was you all along!" you seethed, jabbing a finger into his chest. The student council kept saying I was imagining things, but I knew someone was smoking here! And it was you, you absolute—
Before you could finish, Jotaro grabbed your chin, tilting her face up in one swift motion. His teal eyes darkened, half-lidded, and before you could even realized what was happening, his lips were on yours.
Your entire body froze, brain short-circuiting. The kiss wasn’t soft, it was firm, slow, and confident, like he knew exactly what he was doing. His hand slid from her chin to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair as he deepened the kiss just enough to make your knees weak.
He pulled back slightly, his breath warm against your lips. You talk too much, he murmured, his voice lower than usual, rougher.
Your breath hitched, hands gripping unto his jacket on instinct. "Y-you—"
Jotaro smirked before kissing her again, this time with more heat, more pressure. His free hand found your waist, pulling you against him. The sudden closeness made you gasp softly into the kiss, which only gave him an opening to tease you further. The way his lips moved, slow and intoxicating, sent warmth pooling in your stomach, and you hated how easily he was making you fall apart.
Your fingers curled into his uniform, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, just enough to make you feel every inch of space between the two of you disappear.
After what felt like an eternity, Jotaro finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and dazed. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, his eyes dark with amusement as he took in your flushed face.
"See?" he murmured, his smirk turning downright smug. "It's not bad to break the rules sometimes."
Your lips parted as if to argue, but no words came out. You are too stunned, too rattled by the way his voice sent heat crawling down your spine.
Jotaro leaned down again, his lips barely an inch from yours. "Are you gonna say something, or did I finally shut you up?"
That snapped you out of it. You smacked his chest, your face burning. "You're—the worst," you managed to grit out.
Jotaro chuckled lowly, a sound you felt more than heard. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, then stole one last kiss, quick but just as electrifying.
Then, like nothing even happened, he straightened his jacket and turned on his heel. "See you tomorrow," he said casually as he walked away, leaving you standing there, flustered, breathless, and completely wrecked.
You touched your lips, your entire body still on fire. That absolute bastard.
Long before the whirlwind of Stand battles and globe-trotting chaos, you and Jotaro had shared a quieter, simpler chapter of life as classmates. Or rather, you pestered Jotaro endlessly during that time, and he tolerated it barely.
Jotaro had always thought of you as the annoying girl who didn't know when to stop talking, always lingering around despite his blunt dismissals. Somehow, though, you'd wormed your way into his circle, showing up during lunch breaks and walking home with him after school. He couldn't quite explain why he never told you to leave, but he chalked it up to you being harmless.
But that day, something changed.
It was a warm spring afternoon, and the two of you were sitting under the cherry blossom trees in the school courtyard. You'd dragged Jotaro there, insisting he take a break from whatever excuse he had to brood in silence that day.
"You know," you said, plucking a petal from the grass beside you, "you're not as scary as you pretend to be."
Jotaro's brow twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?"
It means, you replied, grinning as you leaned closer, "underneath all that gruff 'good grief' stuff, you're actually kind of sweet. Like how you helped your mom with her groceries last week. Don't think I didn't see that."
His stomach flipped, though he didn't show it. "Tch. You're imagining things," he muttered, adjusting his hat and looking away.
You chuckled, clearly not buying it. Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Kujo.
Then, without warning, you reached out and gently flicked a petal off his shoulder. "There," you said softly, your hand lingering for just a moment longer than it needed to.
The warmth of your fingers, brief as it was, sent a jolt through him. His cheeks burned before he could stop them, and he stiffened, glaring at you as if that would hide his reaction.
Why'd you do that? he grumbled, adjusting his hat to cast a shadow over his face.
"There was a petal," you replied simply, tilting your head with a smile. "Didn't want you walking around with it like an idiot."
Good grief, he muttered, looking away. But the blush was undeniable, and he cursed inwardly at how easily you'd flustered him.
You laughed then, the sound light and teasing. "Oh my god, you're blushing!"
"No, I'm not." He tugged his hat lower.
"Yes, you are! Jotaro Kujo, the school's resident bad boy, blushing because of me. I didn't think I'd live to see the day."
His jaw tightened as he tried to come up with some cutting remark to shut you up, but all he managed was, Good grief, Y/N, you're so annoying.
But for the rest of the day, he couldn't stop thinking about that moment—how you'd touched him so casually, how your laughter seemed to linger in the air, and how, for the first time, someone had gotten under his skin in a way that left him completely off balance.
It was the first time he realized there might be more to you than just the "annoying classmate" label he'd given you. And it scared him just enough to make him pull his hat even lower.
For days, Jotaro couldn't shake the memory of that moment under the cherry blossoms. It wasn't just the warmth of your touch or the way you laughed so openly at him, it was how effortless it all seemed for you. You had no idea what kind of effect you'd left on him, and that frustrated him even more.
"Good grief," he muttered to himself as he leaned against the school rooftop railing during lunch break. He wasn't hiding from you, of course. He just... needed space.
But, as if summoned by the very thought of you, your voice rang out behind him. "Kujo! I knew I'd find you here."
Jotaro sighed. Of course.
You walked over, holding a bento box in your hands. "You've been skipping lunch again, haven't you? Don't think I didn't notice." Without waiting for a reply, you plopped down beside him and set the box in front of him. "Here. I made an extra. You can thank me later."
He raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the neatly packed food. "I didn't ask for this."
No, but you're going to eat it, you replied with a cheeky grin. "Don't waste my hard work, Kujo."
Reluctantly, Jotaro picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. He wasn't about to admit it, but it was good—better than he'd expected, anyway.
As you watched him eat, you rested your chin in your hand, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. See? You're not as tough as you act. You like it.
Jotaro paused, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He hated how easily you saw through him, how you always seemed to find ways to break past his defenses.
Tch. It's fine, he said, his voice gruff as he looked away.
You laughed, leaning closer to nudge his shoulder. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Over the next few weeks, things changed between you. Jotaro still called you "annoying" and acted like he couldn't stand your presence, but you noticed the subtle ways he softened around you.
He'd let you sit beside him during breaks, even if he pretended not to care. When you walked home together, he'd slow his pace to match yours, though he always grumbled about how slow you were. And when a group of upperclassmen tried to mess with you one day after school, he didn't hesitate to step in, towering over them with a glare that sent them running.
You didn't have to do that, you know, you told him afterward, brushing dirt off your uniform.
"Good grief. You'd be hopeless without me," he replied, adjusting his hat. But the way he glanced at you, checking for any signs of injury said more than his words ever could.
It wasn't until one quiet afternoon that everything finally clicked for Jotaro.
The two of you had been sitting in the library, ostensibly studying for an upcoming test. You were focused on your notebook, scribbling notes and muttering formulas under your breath. Jotaro wasn't paying attention to his textbook at all. Instead, his gaze kept drifting toward you—how your brow furrowed in concentration, the way you tapped your pencil against your lip when you were deep in thought, and the little hums you made when something clicked in your mind.
It hit him like a freight train.
He liked you.
No—he more than liked you.
Jotaro leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if it could provide some sort of answer to the turmoil in his chest. This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to just be his annoying classmate, the girl who never knew when to stop talking. But somewhere along the way, you'd become so much more.
Hey, Jotaro? you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Hm? he grunted, keeping his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Are you okay? You've been acting weird lately."
"I'm fine," he replied quickly, sitting up and flipping through his textbook to avoid looking at you.
You tilted your head, studying him with a curious expression. "If you say so..."
But as you turned back to your notes, Jotaro couldn't stop the small, involuntary smile that tugged at his lips.
Good grief, he thought, tugging his hat lower to hide the blush creeping up his face. This girl is going to be the death of me.
From that moment on, Jotaro was caught in a quiet, internal battle. He still pretended to find you annoying, still called you a pain whenever you teased him. But deep down, he knew the truth. You weren't just his annoying classmate anymore.
You were the one thing he never expected to find in his life: someone who made him feel things he didn't feel before.
It had been weeks since Jotaro realized his feelings for you, and despite his usual confidence in every other aspect of his life, he found himself completely out of his depth. How could someone like him, a stoic, brooding delinquent possibly confess to someone as bright and unpredictable as you?
The opportunity came unexpectedly one late afternoon after school. The sun was setting, casting the streets in shades of gold and orange as the two of you walked home together. It was quiet, save for the occasional sound of birds and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
"You've been extra quiet today," you said, glancing at him. "More than usual, I mean."
Jotaro shoved his hands into his pockets, his hat tilted low as always. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
He stopped walking, his sudden stillness making you pause and turn to face him. He was staring at the ground, his brows furrowed like he was bracing himself for something.
"You," he said simply.
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Me?"
"Yeah." He sighed, lifting his head slightly to meet your gaze. For once, the usual irritation in his expression was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. "There's something I need to say, and I don't want you interrupting me."
You blinked, caught off guard by his seriousness. "Uh... okay. I won't."
He took a deep breath, his hands clenching slightly in his pockets. "You've been driving me crazy since the day we met. At first, I thought it was just because you were annoying. Always talking, always finding ways to stick around when I didn't ask you to."
"Gee, thanks," you muttered, but he shot you a pointed look, and you quickly shut up.
"But somewhere along the way... it stopped being annoying." His voice softened, and he looked away briefly, as if the words were physically difficult for him to say. "I started noticing things about you. The way you laugh, the way you notice stuff no one else does. How you actually listen to me when I talk, even when I'm being a jerk."
Your heart was racing now, your breath caught in your throat.
"You're reckless, stubborn, and way too nosy," he continued, his tone shifting to something almost... fond. "But you're also brave, smart, and... you make me want to be better."
He paused, adjusting his hat as if to shield himself from your reaction. "Good grief, I'm terrible at this. What I'm trying to say is... I like you. More than I've ever liked anyone. And I'm tired of pretending I don't."
For a moment, you were too stunned to speak. You'd teased him a thousand times, convinced yourself that he'd never see you as anything more than an annoying classmate. But here he was, Jotaro Kujo, standing in front of you and confessing his feelings with all the awkward sincerity you never thought he was capable of.
You... like me? you finally managed, a small, incredulous smile forming on your lips.
Yeah, he said gruffly, glancing away again. "So if you're just going to laugh at me, get it over with."
Instead of laughing, you stepped closer, your heart pounding as you reached out to gently tug on the brim of his hat, lifting it just enough to see his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of determination and nervousness.
Jotaro, you said softly, a warmth spreading through your chest, "you're an idiot if you think I'd laugh at that."
His eyes widened slightly. "What?"
You smiled, leaning in just enough for your noses to almost touch. "I like you too, you big dummy."
For a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to process what you'd said. Then, slowly, the corners of his lips tugged upward into the faintest of smiles.
Good grief, he muttered, shaking his head as he adjusted his hat to hide his face. But you caught the way his hand lingered near yours, his fingers brushing against your knuckles.
Don't get used to this, he added, though his tone was lighter than usual.
You laughed, the sound bright and happy as you squeezed his hand. "Too late."
Underneath the brim of his hat, you caught another glimpse of that rare, genuine smile. And as the two of you continued walking, side by side, Jotaro couldn't help but think that maybe—just maybe—falling for you wasn't so bad after all.
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Love in His Own Way
The classroom buzzed with excitement. Pink and red decorated the hallways, students exchanged chocolates, and the air smelled of sugar and fresh roses. Your classmates were caught up in the Valentine’s Day spirit, chatting about their plans, handing out gifts, and giggling about their crushes. You weren’t necessarily jealous, but you couldn’t help but feel a little wistful.
Your boyfriend, Jotaro Kujo, sat at his desk, completely unbothered. His hat cast a shadow over his eyes, arms crossed as he ignored the love-filled chaos around him. You knew he wasn’t a fan of Valentine’s Day. In fact, he openly expressed his distaste for it.
It’s annoying, he muttered earlier when you brought it up. All these fangirls trying to give me gifts, I hate it.
You understood where he was coming from. After all, Jotaro was already in a relationship with you, and he made it clear that he had no interest in anyone else.You know your boyfriend isn’t actually the public display of affection type of person but still a tiny part of you wished he’d do something sweet just once.
The day dragged on, and Jotaro remained his usual self. He avoided the girls trying to shower him with gifts, barely acknowledged Valentine’s decorations, and kept his usual stoic demeanor. As classes ended and the sky turned into a soft shade of pink, you resigned yourself to the fact that today wouldn’t be anything special.
That was until Jotaro met you outside the school gates, hands in his pockets.
Come with me, he said simply.
Curious but not expecting much, you followed. He led you away from the bustling streets, walking in silence until you reached a quiet spot by the river. The gentle sound of water flowing mixed with the distant chirping of birds settling in for the night.
You turned to him, confused. “Jotaro, what—”
Before you could finish, he pulled something out from behind his back—a small, neatly wrapped box with a simple ribbon. He thrust it toward you, avoiding eye contact.
“…Here.”
Your heart nearly stopped. Jotaro Kujo, the same guy who grumbled about Valentine’s Day all morning, was now standing in front of you, awkwardly handing you a present.
You took the box and opened it. Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, a small charm shaped like a star dangling from it. It was simple yet elegant, something that had clearly been picked out with care.
I know you like this kind of thing, he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. And… I figured if I was gonna do something, I should at least get you something you’d actually wear.
You blinked, still processing. Jotaro… you actually—?
He let out a small sigh. Look, I still think Valentine’s Day is stupid, but… I didn’t want you to feel left out.His voice softened, and for the first time that day, his gaze met yours. “You’re important to me.”
Warmth flooded your chest, and a bright smile stretched across your face. Overwhelmed with affection, you threw your arms around him, ignoring the way he stiffened at first before hesitantly wrapping an arm around you in return.
Thank you Jojo, you murmured, gripping the bracelet tightly, this means a lot.
He grumbled something under his breath, but you caught the slight pink tint on his cheeks before he pulled his hat down further.
Yeah, yeah. Good grief don’t make a big deal out of it.
You giggled, threading your fingers through his as you began walking home together. Maybe Jotaro wasn’t the most romantic guy, but moments like this? They were worth more than a thousand bouquets of roses.
And for you, this was the best Valentine’s Day ever.
As you walked, you noticed Jotaro glancing at you every so often, his gaze flickering toward the bracelet on your wrist. It was subtle, but you could tell he wanted something. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him curiously.
Why did we stop? he asked, acting as though he hadn’t been staring.
You tilted your head, trying to find the words, but instead, you recognized that look in his eyes. He wanted something but wouldn’t say it outright.
You really like that bracelet, huh? he asked, voice quieter than before.
You smiled. “Yeah, I do.
Jotaro hesitated, then muttered, You know, a thank you or— He paused, his gaze shifting toward you. You blinked, confused for a second before it clicked.
Oh. He wanted a kiss.
A soft chuckle left your lips before you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. His usual grumpy expression cracked for just a moment, a rare and genuine smile slipping through. It was brief, but you saw it pure happiness in his eyes.
You know, you teased, “if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just told me.”
Jotaro huffed, his hat dipping lower as he looked away. Tch. I didn’t want it anyway.
But even as he tried to deny it, the warmth lingering in his expression told you otherwise. And honestly? That made your heart flutter even more.
You try to keep things casual with Jotaro, but the feelings keep growing, leaving you to wonder why it always feels like more.
The ocean waves crash against the dock, a slow rhythm that matches the way your heart pounds in your chest. The night air is thick with salt, clinging to your skin, but you don’t move away from the railing. You don’t dare move, not when Jotaro is standing this close.
It was always like this. Being near him felt like playing with fire, even when neither of you said much.
“You’re quiet tonight.” His voice is low, rough, but there’s a hint of something softer beneath it.
“So are you.”
Jotaro exhales sharply, but it isn’t annoyed. It’s amused, maybe even something else, something you don’t have the courage to name. He leans against the railing beside you, his hands loose in his coat pockets, his eyes fixed on the endless black of the ocean.
This wasn’t a date. It wasn’t anything, really. Just like all the other nights you’d found yourselves alone, lingering too long in spaces that weren’t meant for two people who were supposed to be just casual.
But when you were alone, when the world wasn’t watching—
He turns his head slightly, studying you beneath the brim of his hat. You keep looking at me like that.
You swallow. “Like what?”
Like you want something as Jotaro said
You let out a breathy laugh, trying to play it off, but he doesn’t break eye contact. And that’s the thing about Jotaro, he never looks at anyone like this, like they matter. Like they’re the only thing in the world.
And he sure as hell doesn’t let just anyone touch him.
So when you take a slow step closer, and he doesn’t pull away, the air between you thickens. You tilt your chin up, heart hammering in your throat And for a moment, just a moment you hesitate.
Then his hand lifts, fingertips grazing your jaw, and it’s over.
The kiss is slow, almost hesitant. His lips are warm, careful, even though he’s never been careful about anything in his life. It’s not rushed, not desperate it’s the kind of kiss that lingers, the kind that says all the things neither of you are ready to admit.
When you pull away, your breath is uneven, your pulse racing. Jotaro stays close, his forehead nearly touching yours.
The night air is thick with tension, but neither of you say anything about what just happened. You’re both too stubborn, too prideful, to admit that kiss meant more than it should have.
By the time the group reaches the next stop, it’s like nothing ever happened.
Alright, Joseph says, stretching his back as he steps out of the Jeep. Avdol and I will check if there’s a room available.
Polnareff hops out right after. “And I need to find a bathroom. Kakyoin, you’re coming with me.”
Kakyoin blinks. “Why am I—”
Because,” Polnareff says dramatically, “every time I go to the bathroom alone, something horrible happens. Every time.
Kakyoin sighs. That’s ridiculous—
I was attacked by zombies! And before that, I was almost stabbed! And before that—”
“Fine, fine,” Kakyoin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll go.”
You watch them walk off, their conversation fading into the distance. That leaves just you and Jotaro in the Jeep. Alone. Again.
You steal a glance at him. He looks completely unbothered, arms crossed, hat pulled low over his eyes. Like the kiss never happened. Like it was nothing.
You shouldn’t care. You don’t care. Then why do you feel like you can still taste him on your lips?
The silence stretches, the distant sounds of the city filling the space between you. You should say something, anything. But every time you try, the memory of his lips pressing into yours makes your brain short-circuit.
Jotaro shifts slightly, his hand resting near the gearshift. His fingers flex like he’s debating something. Then—
Are we actually pretending it didn’t happen? you blurt out.
He exhales sharply, like he’s been caught. Tch. What do you want me to say?
You open your mouth, but the words stick to your throat. I know, there's no attachment. We’re just friends, right?
So why the hell does it feel like this?
Jotaro turns his head, his gaze heavy, assessing. You don’t look away. It’s stupid. You’re both being stupid.
And yet—
The space between you disappears. His hand grips your chin, tilting your head just enough before his lips are on yours again. It’s different this time. Less careful. More certain. It’s not supposed to happen. But we’re here again, aren’t we?
The moment his tongue brushes against yours, the driver’s side window slams open.
UGH! This bathroom is the worst! Polnareff’s voice rings through the parking lot, making you both jerk apart. “It doesn’t even have proper toilet paper!
At least you weren’t attacked by a Stand user, Kakyoin deadpans.
You clear your throat, pretending you weren’t just making out in the front seat while Jotaro adjusts his hat like that somehow hides what just happened.
Nothing happened.
Nothing ever happens.
Except it keeps happening.
It was supposed to be over. You were supposed to keep things casual. But then you end up alone again, this time in a supply closet, because the others were too busy arguing about room arrangements.
It starts as an accident. A brush of hands as you both reach for something at the same time. A shared glance that lingers too long.
And then?
You don’t know who moves first.
The kiss is hungry this time. Frustrated. A contradiction of everything you both swear isn’t happening between you. His hands grip your waist, yours tug at his coat, and it’s heat and pressure and the damn feeling that neither of you can stop.
It shouldn’t feel this good.
Jotaro exhales against your lips, like he’s trying to think through the haze. You know what he’s about to say before he does.
This is stupid, he mutters.
I know. Your breath is shaky. "No attachment."
You feel him tense. Like something about that word bothers him. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his lips find yours again.
Maybe there’s nothing between you two.
Maybe it doesn’t mean anything.
Then why the hell does it keep happening?
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It didn’t stop after Egypt.
You thought it would. That once the battle was over, once everyone went their separate ways, things would go back to normal. But Jotaro never stopped finding you.
Between classes, after school—he was always there, pulling you into quiet corners where no one could see. His hand gripping your wrist, his lips crashing into yours, like this was something neither of you could quit.
But you never talked about it. Never defined it.
You told yourself it was fine. That it didn’t need a name.
But then senior prom came.
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The venue is breathtaking, blue and silver drapes cascade from the ceiling, fairy lights flickering like reflections on water. The tables are covered in pearlescent cloths, seashell centerpieces glimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. It’s beautiful. Enchanting. Exactly how you’d imagined it would be.
And for the first time in a long time, you feel hopeful.
Your dress flows like liquid sapphire, the silky fabric hugging your figure before cascading down like ocean waves. The off-shoulder design bares just enough skin to feel elegant, the beading on the bodice catching the light with every movement. You look good more than good.
Tonight was supposed to be different.
You were going to find him. You were going to ask him—not for a dance, not for a stolen moment in the dark. But for something real. A chance to be more than what you've been.
You take a deep breath, scanning the room.
And then you see him.
Your heart stutters.
Jotaro stands near the dance floor, his hat tilted back slightly, his usual unreadable expression in place. Even in a suit, he’s unmistakably him—unrushed, detached, like none of this matters.
But what makes you stop cold isn’t him.
It’s the girl standing close.
It’s the way her fingers ghost along his jaw.
It’s the way she tilts her chin up.
It’s the way he leans down.
And then she kisses him.
A slow, deliberate kiss. The kind that means something.
The kind you thought was yours.
The music swells, laughter and conversation filling the air, but all of it fades into static. Your fingers tremble at your sides, the silk of your dress suddenly suffocating.
It’s fine, you tell yourself. It’s fine.
There was never an us, right?
But then the memories come.
The way he used to press you against the lockers when no one was around. The way his breath would hitch when you traced your fingers along his jaw. The way his hands would linger just a second too long, like he wanted more but never said it.
The way he kissed you. Like he needed you.
You feel sick.
Your chest tightens, but no tears come. You won’t cry here. Not where he can see.
You force your feet to move, turning away before the weight in your throat swallows you whole. You don’t stop, don’t look back.
But as you step toward the exit, something makes you glance over your shoulder—just once.
And that’s when you see it.
Jotaro is looking at you.
His lips are still close to hers, but his eyes… they’re on you.
And for a split second, something flashes across his face.
Regret? Guilt? Or maybe—
Maybe it’s nothing at all.
Because after all this time, after everything you shared, everything you lost yourself in—
There was never an us.
Not really.
And maybe there never would be.
You inhale sharply, then step through the doors, leaving him behind.
The cool night air wraps around you as you step outside, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. The music from the prom venue is still faintly audible, but out here, it feels like another world.
Your chest rises and falls unevenly as you walk aimlessly, your arms wrapping around yourself—not from the cold, but because you need to hold yourself together.
Then you stop.
You tilt your head back, eyes tracing the vast sky above. It’s endless, an ocean of stars blinking down at you, their light soft and steady.
And you laugh.
A small, broken sound escapes your lips. It shouldn’t be funny, but it is.
Because this was how it all started, wasn’t it?
You can still remember that night in Egypt. The way the desert air had been cool against your skin, the scent of the ocean lingering even in the distance. You had been standing at the railing of a dock, lost in the serenity of the moment, watching the waves roll beneath the moonlight.
And then he was there.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood beside you, arms crossed, his hat pulled low like always.
I didn’t think you were the type to enjoy the view, you had teased.
He had scoffed but stayed. Tch. You talk too much.
But he hadn’t left.
Minutes passed in silence, just the sound of the water lapping against the dock. And then, just like tonight you had turned to face him.
You ever think about what comes after this? you had asked. “After Egypt?”
Jotaro had looked at you then, really looked at you. His sharp aquamarine eyes softened in the dim light, something unreadable flickering beneath the surface.
I don’t know, I try not to he admitted.
And maybe that was the moment you should have realized it. That you were always just something in the present for him. Something temporary.
But you didn’t realize it then. Because that was also the first time he kissed you.
It had been slow, hesitant. His lips had brushed against yours like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to want this. And when you had kissed him back, he didn’t pull away.
That moment had felt like everything.
But now, staring at the stars above, you laugh bitterly.
I was a fool.
A fool to think that night had meant something. A fool to believe that just because he kept finding you, just because he kept kissing you, that it mattered.
That you mattered.
You close your eyes, letting the weight of everything sink in.
Maybe it was always going to end like this. Maybe you had just been lying to yourself, hoping that one day, he would turn to you and finally see you as something more.
But Jotaro Kujo never looked past the moment.
And now?
Now, neither will you.
You take one last deep breath, one last look at the night sky, and then
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Christmas Fluff with Joot because why not :)
Merry Christmas Everyone, Enjoy!
It all started with a joke. You were decorating the house for Christmas while Jotaro, as usual, stayed off to the side, flipping through a book about marine biology. You’d been teasing him all morning, asking him to help you hang ornaments or arrange garlands, but his gruff responses made it clear he wasn’t interested in festive activities.
C’mon, Jotaro, it’s Christmas! At least pretend to be in the spirit, you said, rolling your eyes as you grabbed another string of lights.
He didn't even reply or even look up from his book that he reading.
That’s when an idea struck you. You’d bought a mistletoe ornament as a joke, not thinking you’d actually use it. But now, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to poke fun at your emotionally reserved boyfriend.
You grabbed the mistletoe, climbed onto a chair, and dangled it above both your heads. Oh no, look at that, you said, feigning surprise. “Looks like we’re under the mistletoe.”
Jotaro glanced up from his book, his eyes narrowing as he realized what you were doing. “Don’t even think about it.”
But before he could move, you leaned in and kissed him, quick and playful. His hat tipped slightly as you pulled away, grinning at his wide-eyed expression.
You’re so annoying, he muttered, pulling his hat down to hide his face. But the faint blush creeping up his neck gave him away.
Admit it Jojo you liked it, you teased, crossing your arms.
I didn’t, he said firmly, though the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying him.
Satisfied with your little prank, you went back to decorating, leaving Jotaro to brood in silence. Or so you thought.
The next day, something bizarre started happening.
As you walked into the kitchen, you noticed a mistletoe hanging in the doorway. “Huh,” you muttered, tilting your head. I don’t remember putting that there.
Before you could dwell on it, Jotaro appeared out of nowhere, leaning down to kiss you with unexpected fervor. Your breath hitched as his hands gently cupped your face, his lips warm and soft against yours.
When he pulled back, his expression was the same as always calm, aloof but his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Mistletoe,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. Then he walked off like nothing had happened.
You stood there, flustered, wondering what had gotten into him.
As the day went on, you kept encountering mistletoe. One in the hallway, one above the living room couch, even one in your bedroom doorway. And every time, Jotaro would catch you under it and steal a kiss, acting like he was just following the rules.
He shrugged, feigning indifference. Not my fault you keep walking under them.
By the fourth or fifth time, you were onto him. Jotaro, you said, hands on your hips.
“You’re the one putting these up, aren’t you?”
Oh, really? So who’s been climbing ladders to hang mistletoe in every corner of this house?”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed you again, effectively ending the conversation.
Later that afternoon, you decided to bake some Christmas cookies. The kitchen smelled heavenly, a mix of cinnamon, sugar, and melted chocolate filling the air. You hummed a tune to yourself as you rolled out the dough, completely engrossed in your task.
But then you felt it, that it's like someone watching you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jotaro standing in the doorway, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the frame.
You knew that look. It was his “mistletoe ambush” look.
Smirking to yourself, you quickly scanned the kitchen. To your delight, there wasn’t a single mistletoe in sight. Finally!
Turning back to your cookies, you grinned mischievously. What’s the matter, Jotaro? Looking for something?
He didn’t answer, but you could hear his slow, deliberate footsteps approaching. You could feel him standing right behind you, close enough that his warmth contrasted with the chill of the winter air.
When he leaned down, his lips hovering dangerously close to your ear, you turned to face him, raising a finger. Nope! Sorry, no mistletoe this time, you teased, pointing above the both of you. Looks like you’re out of luck.
Jotaro’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might back off. But then he stepped back with a small smirk, muttering, “Yare yare daze.”
Before you could process it, the world around you shifted. The sound of the oven ticking, the hum of the fridge, even the movement of your own hands froze. Time had stopped.
You blinked, confused, as everything resumed just a moment later. Then you noticed it.
Above you, where there was absolutely nothing before, now hung a mistletoe, perfectly positioned.
“Wha—?” You gasped, pointing up. That wasn’t there! I swear it wasn’t!
Jotaro leaned back in, looking almost smug. “There’s a mistletoe. Looks like you were wrong.”
Wait a second—did you seriously just—
He cut you off with a small huff. “Rules are rules.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, he closed the gap between you. His lips pressed against yours, firm but gentle, his hand brushing your cheek as he kissed you.
When he finally pulled back, his expression was as calm and unreadable as ever, though the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed him.
Cheater, you muttered, glaring at him half-heartedly.
Don’t start something you can’t finish, he replied, his tone cool but his lips curling into a faint smirk.
Despite yourself, you laughed and replied to him.
Fine, fine. But next time, I’m the one who’s going to win.
Sure, he said, turning to leave. “Good luck with that.”
As you watched him walk away, you shook your head, a grin still on your face. Jotaro might not show his emotions often, but moments like this his subtle playfulness, his hidden affection reminded you just how much he cared in his own unique way.
And honestly? You wouldn’t trade it for anything.
By the time Christmas arrived, the house was practically a minefield of mistletoe, and you couldn’t take two steps without Jotaro ambushing you. Not that you were complaining.
As you sat together on the couch that evening, your head resting on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but smile. For all his gruffness and denials, Jotaro had a soft side, one he only showed to you in these quiet, private moments.
Merry Christmas, Jojo, you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Tch. Merry Christmas, he replied, though his hand tightened around yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a rare display of affection.
And just above your heads, yet another mistletoe hung quietly, a testament to the unspoken warmth between you.
Through memories of your shared past and the choices that drove you apart, Jotaro wrestles with the reality of what he lost.
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Jotaro Kujo x Reader
It was the dead of night, the kind where the world felt impossibly still. Jotaro Kujo shifted restlessly under the covers, the weight of unspoken thoughts anchoring him in place. He turned from one side to the other, brow furrowing as the pale moonlight seeped through the curtains. Eventually, he gave in to the restless pull, slipping out of bed with a grace that belied his towering frame.
Out on the balcony, the night air was sharp against his skin, the distant sounds of waves crashing faintly against the shore. He lit a cigarette, the flicker of the lighter illuminating his features for a brief moment. His eyes caught the glint of his wedding ring, a faint frown tugging at his lips. "Even with time on my side, I can't stop the feeling," he muttered under his breath.
The box was where he'd left it, tucked away in his study, untouched for years. He opened it carefully, his movements almost reverent, as if disturbing it too quickly would unleash memories too vivid to bear. Photographs, trinkets, and old letters spilled out, a chaotic time capsule of his youth. His hand paused over a photo, the edges worn from handling. The sight of you, smiling beside him, sent him spiraling down memory lane.
Flashback
You had been a constant in his life, back in the playground when you first met him when no one else dared approach the brooding boy with the sharp gaze and sharper tongue. But you did. You'd plop down beside him, your unshakable cheer dissolving the walls he built.
As the both of you reach high school, "You can say that we are nothing," he'd grumble in annoyance, brushing off the teasing remarks from his classmates who swore you two were a thing. But deep down, Jotaro knew the truth.
In Egypt, things changed. What started as a journey to save his mother took on a different weight when you joined the team. Watching you leap headfirst into danger, driven by your own sense of justice, terrified him. The day you scraped your knee during a battle, he lost it. His fists clenched with a fury that sent his Stand charging forward, obliterating the enemy Stand user with a vengeance that startled even Joseph.
"We're just friends," he insisted to the others, but the way his hands shook when he bandaged your wound told a different story.
Then came the final battle. The sight of you lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath you, nearly stopped his heart. You barely survived, pushing through with sheer stubbornness, but it was then Jotaro knew. He had always loved you. And that was the problem.
After everything, he distanced himself, convinced that his presence only brought you danger. College was his excuse to put a continent between you. You reached out, of course through calls, letters, and even showing up unexpectedly, but he just turned away it every time.
When he married someone else years later, it was out of desperation to escape the ghost of what you two had been. But even then, he couldn't stop the memories.
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Back in the Present
The photo slipped from his fingers, landing softly among the other relics of his past. The cigarette burned low in his hand as he sighed, staring out into the dark horizon. He thought of you, wherever you were now, and the bittersweet ache he couldn't shake.
"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling," he murmured, a hollow chuckle escaping his lips. Not even Star Platinum could stop his feelings on you from his heart.
And maybe that was the cruelest irony of all. He'd built walls, married someone else, and tried to move on. But no matter how many girls he kissed in bars, no matter how many shots he took to drown the feeling, he can never outrun it.
"Good luck, babe," he whispered to the night. "Well, good luck."
The cigarette burned to its end, the ash falling unceremoniously as Jotaro crushed it out against the balcony railing. He lingered, staring into the darkness as if the night might answer the questions gnawing at him. Did I make the right choice? He glanced at his wedding ring again, the cool metal feeling heavier than it ever had.
But the truth? No matter how far he ran, the memories stayed, as another memory flashes in his mind.
You weren't just a chapter in his story, you were the whole damned book. From those childhood afternoons spent on his bedroom floor, piecing together puzzles or fighting over which cassette to play, to the late nights in Egypt where exhaustion blurred into comfortable silence. You were always there.
And you were always too much. Too bright, too stubborn, too willing to throw yourself into danger for people you loved. Like him.
The final fight against Dio had cemented everything. You'd been hit hard, blood pouring from a wound too close to your heart. Jotaro's entire world had tunneled to that moment, his mind screamed at him to stop time, to fix it, to change fate. But not even his stand could undo what had already been done.
"Don't cry, Jojo," you had whispered through labored breaths, the edges of a smile still clinging to your lips. "I'll be fine. Just... stop looking so damn serious all the time."
You survived, barely. But the scar left behind wasn't just on your body.
The sound of soft footsteps behind him pulled him from his thoughts. His wife stood in the doorway, her sleepy eyes narrowing as she took in his hunched posture.
"You're thinking about her again," she said, not as an accusation, but as a quiet fact.
He didn't deny it. He couldn't.
"You're a fool, Jotaro," she added, arms crossing as she leaned against the doorframe. "You've spent your whole life running from something you'll never escape."
He turned to face her, his expression unreadable as always. "It's not that simple."
She tilted her head, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. It is. You're just too stubborn to admit it.
Meanwhile...
Across the city, you sat at a bar, a glass of something strong in your hand. The years had been kind and unkind in equal measure. You'd moved on—or at least, you'd tried. A few relationships, a few heartbreaks, and still, the ache of Jotaro lingered like a phantom limb.
The bartender passed by, raising an eyebrow at the far-off look in your eyes. Another round?
You shook your head, laughing softly to yourself. No, I think I'm done chasing ghosts for the night.
Still, the memories surfaced, unbidden. His smirk. The way his eyes softened when he thought no one was looking. The way he held you after that fight, whispering apologies that didn't make sense until years later.
"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling," you muttered to yourself, swirling the last of your drink. It was true, wasn't it? Even after all this time.
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Back on the balcony, Jotaro stared at the horizon, the first light of dawn breaking over the ocean. He knew he couldn't turn back time, couldn't rewrite the choices he'd made. But a part of him wondered if it wasn't too late to rewrite the future.
For once, he didn't crush the thought before it could take root. Instead, he let it linger, like a spark waiting to catch fire.
Morioh, Years Later
Years passed, and the tides of Jotaro's life shifted. His marriage unraveled slowly but steadily, the cracks growing too wide to repair. Perhaps it had always been doomed a relationship built on avoidance rather than love. By the time the divorce was finalized, Jotaro felt more relief than regret. His ex-wife had been right all along. He was a fool, chasing something he could never have, even as he tried to deny it.
Now in Morioh, with his daughter Jolyne by his side, life felt strangely quiet. He had come here to investigate a series of Stand-related incidents, but it also gave him a chance to bond with his daughter.
The morning sun filtered through the streets of Morioh, painting the quiet town in golden light. Jotaro walked with Jolyne, who was six now, her tiny hand clutching his. She chattered excitedly about a butterfly she had seen, her words tumbling over each other in the way only children could manage. He nodded absently, his mind somewhere far away.
Daddy, are you listening? Jolyne tugged on his hand, her face scrunched up in a pout.
Yeah, he said, forcing a small smile. "Butterflies. Sounds exciting."
She rolled her eyes, a dramatic gesture she'd clearly inherited from him. You're so boring.
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One sunny afternoon, Jotaro walked through the bustling streets of Morioh with Jolyne trailing behind him. He adjusted his hat, scanning the crowd out of habit. Then, his breath caught in his chest.
There you were.
At first, he thought he was imagining it. You were standing across the street, radiant as ever, laughing at something. The sound of your laughter carried over the chatter of the crowd, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
But then he saw them.
A child, that's the same age with Jolyne, tugged at your hand, pointing excitedly at a bakery window. You crouched down, smiling warmly at the little boy as you ruffled his hair. And next to you, a man placed a protective hand on your back, a subtle intimate gesture that spoke volumes.
Jotaro froze, the weight of the moment crashing over him like a wave.
He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The world felt like it had stopped, but not even Star Platinum could save him from the crushing reality of what he was seeing.
"Daddy?" Jolyne's voice snapped him out of his trance.
He turned away, pulling his hat lower to hide his face. "Let's keep moving."
But Jolyne didn't budge. "What's up with you? You've been weird all day."
"It's nothing," he said firmly, but the crack in his composure didn't escape her notice.
That night Jotaro let Jolyne stay at his grandfather's hotel room for a while saying something he needs to finish his thesis, But in reality he sat alone in his hotel room, staring at a glass of untouched whiskey on the table. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you, about the life you'd built without him.
"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling," he whispered bitterly to himself, his own words mocking him now.
He thought about the box of memories he'd once kept, now long gone, discarded in a futile attempt to move on. But the memories weren't tied to objects. They lived in his mind, in his heart, and they resurfaced whenever he least expected.
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The next morning, as he walked through Morioh again, fate played its cruel hand. You were there, this time just steps away. You looked up, and your eyes met his.
For a moment, the world did stop.
"Jotaro," you said, your voice soft and disbelieving.
He nodded once, his expression unreadable. "It's been a while."
You hesitated, glancing at the child beside you. "It has."
A man appeared standing next to you, holding a cup of coffee and handing it to you. He looked at Jotaro curiously but didn't ask questions.
Jotaro forced himself to remain composed. "You look... happy."
"I am," you replied, your voice steady but tinged with something unspoken. "I have a good life."
He nodded again, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. "That's good."
You opened your mouth to say something else, but he stepped back, tipping his hat in that familiar, stoic way.
"Take care of yourself," he said before turning and walking away.
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The defeat of Yoshikage Kira brought a strange stillness to Morioh. The relentless tension of hunting a killer, the battles against Stand users, and the constant fear of losing more innocent lives had all ended. But with the quiet came the inevitable, it was time to leave.
The boat rocked gently against the current, the distant hum of Morioh fading into the horizon as Jotaro stood at the stern, arms crossed and hat pulled low over his face. The salty sea breeze ruffled his coat, but it couldn't cut through the heavy weight in his chest.
Beside him, Joseph sat quietly, the older man leaning against the railing with a faraway look in his eyes. He seemed tired, more than usual. Perhaps it was the culmination of their mission or simply the passage of years catching up with him. Jolyne, meanwhile, sat near the bow of the boat, her legs dangling over the edge as she stared out at the endless expanse of water.
"Are you going to say something, or are we just going to sit in silence?" Joseph finally asked, his voice breaking the stillness.
Jotaro didn't respond immediately. He watched the waves instead, his reflection rippling on the surface. "What's there to say?"
Joseph sighed, adjusting his hat. "You saw her, didn't you? In Morioh."
Jotaro's jaw tightened. He didn't ask how Joseph knew,his grandfather always had a way of reading him too well.
"Yeah," Jotaro said finally, his voice low. "I saw her."
Joseph gave a small nod, his gaze softening. "And?"
"And she's happy." The words tasted bitter on Jotaro's tongue, but they were the truth. He let them hang in the air, heavy and final.
Joseph studied him for a moment, his old eyes filled with understanding. "You know, Jotaro, some things... they're just not meant to be. Doesn't make it easier, though."
Jotaro let out a dry chuckle, devoid of humor. "No, it doesn't."
Jolyne turned her head slightly, catching fragments of the conversation but pretending not to listen. She didn't know the details, but she could tell whatever they were talking about weighed on her father in a way nothing else did. She hadn't seen him like this, not even during the darkest moments in Morioh.
She looked back at the water, her heart heavy with questions she didn't know how to ask.
Seeing you again had cracked something deep inside him. He hadn't let himself feel it fully in the moment, but now, the weight of it bore down on him. The image of you with your husband, your child, your life—a life he could never be part of, played over and over in his mind.
He clenched his fists, the tension in his hands mirroring the ache in his chest. He thought of all the moments that led him to this. The late nights in his childhood home, where you two whispered about dreams too big for kids to understand. The times in Egypt, when he swore to himself he'd keep you safe no matter what it took. The way you smiled through every scrape, every scar, every moment of heartbreak.
And then he thought of how he'd walked away.
It was during your final year of college. You had waited for him outside his lecture hall, rain pouring down in sheets, soaking through your clothes. But you didn't leave. Not until he finally stepped out, his usual stoic mask in place.
"Why are you doing this?" you had asked, voice breaking. "Why are you pushing me away?"
He couldn't look at you. "Because it's better this way."
"Better for who, Jotaro? You think I don't know what you're doing? You're not protecting me—you're running."
The silence that followed was louder than any argument. Finally, you had stepped back, wiping the rain and tears from your face.
"Good luck, Kujo," you had said, your voice trembling. "I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for."
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The sound of seagulls chirping in the ocean air, snapping Jotaro back to the present. He stared down at his hands, calloused and steady, hands that had protected so many but failed the one person who had mattered most.
He could still see your face in Morioh, the way you'd smiled at your child, the warmth in your eyes as your husband's hand brushed yours. That life should have been his. He should have been the one standing beside you, the one holding your hand, the one building a family with you.
But it wasn't. And it never could be.
Jotaro tipped his hat low, shielding his face from Jolyne, who still glanced at him curiously from time to time. She didn't say anything, though. She never asked about the moments he seemed lost in thought, about the weight he carried like an anchor dragging him under.
Through his eyes, the scenery blurred past, but all Jotaro saw was you.
And as much as he wanted to stop the world, to freeze time and rewrite everything he knew it wouldn't change a thing.
As the boat carried them farther from Morioh—and from you—Jotaro stared at the horizon, the sun dipping lower as if to pull the day away with it. The world felt quieter, lonelier, despite the presence of his family nearby.
His grip on the railing tightened, his knuckles white against the metal. The image of you, your smile, and the life you'd built without him flashed in his mind one last time.
With a voice low enough that only the sea could hear, he muttered, "You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling."
And no power, not even The World could change that.
You got that one thing Jotaro didn't expect that is possible throughout this trip
Jotaro Kujo x Reader
The moment you joined the group, Jotaro Kujo knew you were trouble. Reckless, loud, and entirely too cheerful for his taste, you were the exact opposite of what he valued in a traveling companion. He told himself your presence was nothing but a liability, an open target for Stand users to exploit.
And yet, as much as he hated it, you had a way of getting under his skin.
The sun blazed down as the group trekked across the dusty expanse. You bounded ahead of the others, scanning the area for any sign of an ambush. Jotaro trailed behind, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable under the shadow of his hat.
"Y/N, stop running ahead!" he barked. "You're going to get yourself killed."
You turned back, grinning. "Relax, Jotaro! I've got this."
That grin. It was infuriating how it lit up your face, making it hard for him to look away. He gritted his teeth, silently cursing you for making his heart race.
The ambush came swiftly, just as Jotaro feared. The enemy Stand user materialized out of the shadows, their Stand lunging toward you.
"Y/N, move!"as Jotaro yelled
Before you could react, Star Platinum appeared, deflecting the attack with a flurry of powerful punches. You stumbled back, adrenaline coursing through you as the fight escalated.
Jotaro's focus was razor-sharp, but he couldn't ignore the distraction you caused. Every laugh you let out when dodging an attack, every determined glance you sent his way it was maddening.
And when you landed the final blow on the enemy Stand user, using a clever trick you'd devised on the spot, Jotaro's heart did something bizarre. It skipped a beat.
After the fight, you sat on a nearby rock, nursing a scrape on your arm. Jotaro approached, grumbling under his breath.
"Idiot. You could've gotten yourself killed," he said, kneeling down to examine the wound.
"But I didn't," you shot back, a playful smile on your lips.
He didn't respond, instead focusing on cleaning the wound with surprising gentleness. The feel of fingers brushing against your skin sent a shiver down your spine.
"Thanks, Jotaro," you murmured.
"Whatever," he muttered, pulling the brim of his hat down lower to hide the sudden heat rising to his cheeks..
As the days passed, Jotaro found himself noticing things about you he hadn't before. How your laugh was contagious, even when he tried not to care. How you listened to him intently when he spoke, never interrupting, just... understanding.
He hated how your touch lingered in his thoughts. How you managed to notice things no one else did, like the way his hand trembled slightly after a particularly tough fight, or the exhaustion he tried to hide behind his stoic facade.
You had that one thing that drove him crazy in the best and worst ways.
The realization hit him like a freight train during yet another battle. An enemy Stand user had cornered you, and Jotaro's chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with fear. The thought of losing you was unbearable.
As he summoned Star Platinum, saving you in the nick of time. As the fight ended and the enemy fell, you looked at him with wide, grateful eyes.
"Jotaro... you saved me."
"Of course I did, idiot," he replied, adjusting his hat to hide his flushed face that he always hate it when it happened.
That night, as the group rested, you approached him cautiously, your footsteps soft against the quiet night.
"Hey, Jotaro," you said softly, sitting beside him.
He glanced at you, his usual scowl firmly in place, but his eyes softened slightly just enough for you to notice.
I just wanted to say... thank you. For everything, you murmured.
He tilted his hat forward, as if to shield himself from your gaze. "Good grief, Y/N. Don't make a big deal out of it."
But you caught it, the faintest glimpse of a smile tugging at his lips beneath the brim of his hat.
Still, he couldn't let you have the last word. "You're reckless. Annoying. And you talk too much," he added gruffly.
Your laughter rang out, light and genuine. "Well, you're stuck with me. So deal with it."
As your laughter faded, Jotaro leaned back, letting the silence settle between you. He hated to admit it even to himself, but there was something about you he couldn't ignore. Something that made his heart race when you smiled, that made his hands shake when you were in danger, and that made him notice the world in a way he hadn't before.
You had something—that one thing—he never thought he'd find on this journey.
The possibility of falling in love.
He shook his head, adjusting his hat again to hide the redness creeping up his neck. "Good grief," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.
But as he glanced at you one last time, a small, genuine smile played at his lips. Maybe, just maybe, falling for you wasn't the worst thing after all.
Through ink and silence both of them discover something that’s been written all along the lines and pages.
Jotaro Kujo x Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4.1 | Part 4.2
The air between you and Jotaro had always been full of unspoken words, emotions hidden just beneath the surface. But tonight, after everything after all the battles and struggles you both seemed to understand each other in a way you never had before. His confession, though quiet and simple, was more than enough to make your heart race. The weight of the moment was not lost on you, and as you looked into his eyes, you could feel your pulse quicken.
Jotaro was never one for grand gestures. His feelings were always tucked away behind that stoic mask. But tonight, it seemed like something had shifted. There was something different in the way he looked at you something raw and vulnerable, something you had never seen before.
You were still holding the pen in your hand, your fingers brushing against it as if it were a lifeline. You didn’t know what to say, or even if you needed to say anything at all. The silence between you two felt comfortable more than comfortable, it felt like you were finally speaking the same language.
Jotaro’s gaze dropped to the pen for a moment, then slowly, almost reluctantly, he reached out toward you. His hand hovered near yours, and for a moment, neither of you moved. He was still the same Jotaro reserved, cautious but tonight, his usual restraint seemed to crack just a little.
Then, without a word, he gently cupped your face in his hand, his touch surprisingly warm, and his thumb brushed lightly across your cheek. You froze, your breath catching in your throat. This was a side of Jotaro you hadn’t seen before the side of him that wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable, to let his emotions show.
Your heart raced as your eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down. The tension that had been building between you both—the silent exchanges, the stolen glances was all leading up to this. You could feel it in the way he held you, in the softness of his expression, in the way he was so close that you could feel his breath on your skin.
Then, in one fluid motion, Jotaro closed the space between you. His lips brushed against yours soft and tentative at first, as if he were unsure if you would pull away. But the moment you didn’t, he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss was quiet, just as everything between you two had been until now, but it was filled with the weight of everything unspoken the connection you had built through your shared moments, your shared silence, and the feelings that had bloomed between you.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin. You were both silent, your hearts pounding in your chests.
“Y/N,” Jotaro whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I didn’t know how to say it before. But now, I just... needed you to know.”
You smiled softly, your fingers still clutching the pen in your hand, a small, intimate reminder of everything that had led up to this moment.
“I know,” you whispered back. “I know, Jotaro.”
For the first time, the world felt like it had stopped moving. Everything seemed to fall into place. The battles, the struggles, the journey it all led to this quiet moment between the two of you. The kiss wasn’t just a physical act it was a declaration. A declaration that despite the chaos, despite the odds, you had found something real. Something that couldn’t be taken away.
And as you sat there together, the night air surrounding you, the notebook resting safely between you, you knew one thing for sure.
You and Jotaro were no longer just exchanging words but writing your own story, together.
Through ink and silence both of them discover something that’s been written all along the lines and pages.
Jotaro Kujo x Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4.1 | Part 4.2
The days passed quickly after Jotaro's quiet gesture, and what had once been a small, secret exchange between you and him began to grow into something more. You found yourself writing more often in your notebook, but not just for yourself anymore. You were writing for him too, your poems and thoughts becoming more personal. Each time you finished writing, you left a note for him, knowing he would read it. And in turn, Jotaro would sometimes leave his own responses a simple sentence, a poem, or even just a line that made you feel understood.
The Crusaders quickly caught on to the subtle changes between you two. It wasn't as obvious as some might have thought it wasn’t grand gestures or romantic words but there was something there. You and Jotaro seemed to communicate without speaking, your glances shared when no one else was looking, your quiet smiles that made others pause. It wasn’t just the notebook anymore. It was in the way you two interacted, the way Jotaro would catch your eye across the room, or how you would always seem to be near him when the group gathered.
One day, while the group was resting after a particularly intense battle with a Stand user, Polnareff a caught sight of something that made him raise an eyebrow. You were sitting by the fire, your notebook in your lap as usual, but this time, Jotaro was sitting beside you. What stood out was that you handed your notebook to him, allowing him to hold it. Polnareff blinked in disbelief, watching in awe as Jotaro took the pen from your hand and scribbled something inside.
“Wait a minute,” Polnareff muttered under his breath, his eyes widening. “You’re letting him hold your notebook? What in the world...”
He couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t just a casual exchange. It was a sign of trust of something deeper that was forming between the two of you. Polnareff grinned to himself. He always thought something was going on between you two, but now it was obvious. He wasn’t going to let it slide without a little teasing, of course.
“Looks like someone’s found a way to break through that icy exterior of yours, Y/N,” Polnareff joked loudly, glancing toward you both with a knowing smirk. “I never thought I’d see the day Jotaro would be holding your precious notebook.”
You and Jotaro both looked up at him, but neither of you seemed embarrassed. Jotaro gave Polnareff a look that was as unamused as ever, but you smiled softly, turning your attention back to Jotaro.
“Sometimes, you don’t need words to communicate,” you said quietly, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment.
Polnareff blinked, stunned by the calmness in your voice. He hadn’t expected that. But there was no denying it—something had changed between you and Jotaro, something that everyone could see.
As time went on, the battles became more intense, and the journey toward Dio’s lair became imminent. The group knew the final confrontation was coming, and each day felt heavier than the last. But even in the midst of all the chaos, you and Jotaro still found moments to exchange notes.
One night, after another fierce Stand battle, you were both sitting togehter, gazing at the stars in the cool desert night air. The group had gone to sleep, and there was a rare moment of quiet between you two.
Jotaro handed you your notebook again, which he had been holding onto, his expression unreadable as always. But tonight, there was something different in his eyes a soft intensity that you hadn’t seen before. His fingers lingered on the edge of the notebook as you took it, the brief contact sending a flutter through your chest.
“I don’t really know what to say anymore,” Jotaro said suddenly, his voice low but steady. “But...”
You turned to face him, your heart skipping a beat. Jotaro never spoke much, so when he did, you always listened closely.
“But?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
Jotaro shifted his gaze to the sky, his usual aloofness slipping for a fraction of a second. “But I know I’ve been holding back,” he continued, his eyes softening. “I’ve never been good at this. Never been good at... saying things. But I guess, in the end, it doesn’t matter how much time passes or how many battles we fight. I’m still here.”
You felt your heart race. His words weren’t dramatic, but they felt like the most important thing in the world. There was sincerity in his tone, something you had never heard before. Something that made the air feel heavier between you two.
“I don’t know how to be good at this either,” you admitted quietly. “But I know... you’ve been there for me, Jotaro. Even when we’re not talking, I can feel it. I’ve always felt it.”
Jotaro finally turned to face you, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that left you breathless. “Y/N,” he said softly, the way your name sounded on his lips sending a shiver down your spine.
“I... I think I’ve been writing to you for longer than I realized.”
You blinked, surprised by his words. Your eyes widened as Jotaro took a deep breath, his hand reaching out hesitantly toward you.
“I'm not great with words,” he continued, “but I just wanted to say... that... I care about you. And I don’t want to let that go.”
Your heart stopped for a moment. Was this really happening? Jotaro Kujo, the stoic and distant boy, was confessing to you—through words. A slow smile crept across your face as you looked at him.
“I care about you too, Jotaro,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
In that moment, everything seemed to stand still. The world around you the battles, the threats of Dio, the danger looming over you all faded away. It was just the two of you, sitting in the quiet night, understanding each other in a way you never had before.
And then, in a moment of simple connection, Jotaro leaned forward slightly, offering you the pen he had kept with him. It was the same one he had given you days ago, the one you had used to write your thoughts and feelings. This time, he was handing it to you with a small, gentle smile.
“Here,” he said softly. “You can keep writing... for me.”
You took the pen from his hand, your fingers brushing against his once again, and smiled.
Through ink and silence both of them discover something that’s been written all along the lines and pages.
Jotaro Kujo x Reader
Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3| Part 4.1 | Part 4.2
It had been a few days since the whole incident with the page you ate. The Crusaders, still teasing you from time to time and had learned to be a little more careful with their jokes, especially after the "Pen Incident" where you’d been quick to defend your notebook. It wasn’t that they didn’t still find the whole thing amusing, but everyone knew now: Y/N’s notebook was off-limits—unless you were Polnareff, of course.
One afternoon, you had been caught up in a discussion with the group about their next destination. With everyone distracted, you absentmindedly placed your notebook on the table near the others. It was a rare moment where you weren't clutching it to your chest, and for Polnareff, it was the perfect opportunity.
He leaned over, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he spotted the open notebook. The temptation was just too much. He reached for it, just about to peek inside, when a voice cut through the air, cool and calm.
“Polnareff,” Jotaro said sharply, eyes narrowing. “If you touch that notebook, I won't help you if Y/N stabs you.”
Polnareff paused, looking up at Jotaro with an exaggerated look of innocence. “Oh, come on, Jotaro! You don’t really think she’ll mind, do you? It’s just a little peek...”
But Polnareff wasn’t one to drop things so easily. “Jotaro,” he said, still grinning. “Are you curious, too? What’s inside that notebook? I mean, you’ve gotta be, right? You’ve seen how much time she spends writing in it. You’re always so stoic, but don’t tell me you're not interested in her poetry or whatever.”
Jotaro stared at him, unamused. He wasn’t about to admit to anything. “I don’t like to pry into other people’s business, Polnareff. It’s none of my concern.”
Polnareff’s grin faded, his expression turning thoughtful for a moment. He was about to say something else when Jotaro turned his back and walked away, the conversation was clearly over.
Left alone with the notebook, Polnareff sighed, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet. There was another thing he wants to know based what just happened now. Was Jotaro lying? Was he really not curious? He looked around the room quickly—no one was paying attention—and then, with a quiet breath, he picked up the notebook.
For a moment, he hesitated, remembering Jotaro’s warning. But the temptation was too strong. He flipped open the first page and began to skim.
The first few lines were exactly as he expected—poetry. Beautiful, heartfelt words that seemed to come from the depths of the heart. Polnareff was starting to feel like he might be intruding on something personal when he turned to the next page.
This time, it wasn’t a poem. It was a drawing of Jotaro.
It was simple, yet incredibly detailed. The shading was precise, the likeness uncanny. But what caught Polnareff off guard was the emotion conveyed in the piece—the care and admiration in every line of the sketch. He had to admit, it was impressive. Even Jotaro’s aloof, distant nature was captured perfectly in your art.
The realization hit Polnareff all at once. You weren’t just writing about Jotaro for fun, or because he was the easiest subject to write about. You had real feelings for him. He was just too dense to see it before.
“Damn,” Polnareff muttered to himself. “Y/N’s got it bad.”
The notebook slipped from his hands, and he quickly put it back in its place on the table, just as someone else walked into the room. It was Jotaro. His eyes flicked to the notebook for a second before moving back to Polnareff, who had been caught mid-suspicion.
"Don't even think about it," Jotaro said, his voice stern.
Polnareff grinned sheepishly, not daring to tease Jotaro any further. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I wasn’t gonna do anything.”
But the seed of curiosity had been planted. Polnareff wasn’t the only one who’d been curious about the notebook. The thoughts Polnareff had briefly skimmed through lingered in Jotaro’s mind. Why had she been so protective of it? What was so special about the notebook? More than that, Jotaro found himself thinking about the words he had caught glimpses of when Polnareff had been teasing him.
But the more he thought about it, the more his mind drifted back to the words you had written, the way you had hidden so much in those lines. It was... intriguing. He hadn’t expected to feel this way. And, frankly, it bothered him a little. You were someone who kept to it yourself, so why was he feeling this strange urge to know more about you?
Jotaro couldn’t stop thinking about your writing.
A few days later, after an intense battle and some down time with the group, Jotaro found himself alone with your notebook, which had been carelessly left on the table again.
His heart pounded as he glanced around the room. The others were still talking, distracted. His hands hovered over the notebook for a moment before he quickly flipped it open, scanning the pages. The words, once again, were beautiful—but this time, he didn’t just read them. He absorbed them.
The second poem he read felt oddly familiar. It was almost as if you were speaking directly to him, as though you had captured his essence in your words.
There was no denying it anymore—he was fascinated. But what should he do about it?
Without overthinking, Jotaro grabbed a pen from his pocket and started writing.
For the first time, he found himself creating something of his own. He wasn’t sure where it was going, but he wanted to write something back. Something to show you that he understood, or maybe just to respond to the feelings you had shared in your poem.
He scribbled quickly:
"I’m not one for words, but sometimes... silence says more than any poem ever could."
He stared at it for a long moment, unsure if he’d even have the courage to give it to you. What if it was too much? What if you saw it as some kind of strange intrusion?
But then again... wasn’t that what you did? You shared your feelings in writing, so maybe this was just another way of communicating, even if it was unconventional.
With a sigh, Jotaro folded the paper and slipped it into your notebook. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and anticipation. Would you read it? Would you understand what he was trying to say?
The next day, you would find a note tucked carefully inside in your notebook, and for a moment, neither of you would know quite what to say. But that, Jotaro thought, was the start of something new.
When you discover Jotaro can play piano, you're shocked by his hidden talent. As he teaches you to play Heart and Soul, a simple duet becomes an unexpected glimpse into his softer, more patient side.
You saw an old piano sat in the corner of the room, collecting dust. It wasn’t anything fancy just a worn, upright model with a few scratches on its surface but it had always fascinated you. You ran a hand over the keys, pressing a random one and wincing at the sour sound it produced.
“You play?” Jotaro’s voice startled you from behind.
You turned to find him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his hat pulled low over his eyes as usual. His tone was neutral, but something about the way he asked felt... curious.
“Not really,” you admitted with a shrug. “I’ve always wanted to, though. Just never got around to it.”
Jotaro straightened and walked over, his shoes making a soft thud against the wooden floor. Without a word, he sat down on the bench, motioning for you to step aside.
“Wait—you know how to play?” you asked, your disbelief evident.
He gave you a sidelong glance, the corner of his mouth twitching upward ever so slightly. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because... you’re you. You don’t exactly scream ‘piano virtuoso,’” you said, folding your arms and watching as he rested his hands on the keys.
Jotaro didn’t respond. Instead, he began to play. The bassline of Heart and Soul resonated from the piano, steady and deliberate. Then his right hand joined in, adding the bright and familiar melody. The music filled the room, each note flowing effortlessly from his fingertips.
You stared, utterly baffled. “Okay, what? Since when can you do that?”
Jotaro’s eyes stayed on the keys, his expression calm but focused.
I picked it up when I was younger, he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “It’s not a big deal.”
It’s definitely a big deal! you said, moving closer to watch him play. His hands were so precise, so fluid. It was a side of him you never expected to see.
He stopped playing abruptly, turning to you. You want to learn?
Are you serious? you asked, blinking at him.
Jotaro nodded. It’s a duet. I’ll handle the bassline. You just need to learn the melody.”
You hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of you.
Okay, sure. Show me.
He slid over on the bench to make room for you, his large frame making the space feel smaller. His fingers guided yours to the right keys, his touch firm but careful.
Start here, he said, playing a single note with your hand. “Then here. It’s simple just follow my timing.
You tried, pressing the keys he showed you. It didn’t sound quite right at first, but he didn’t comment, just nudged your hand into the proper position.
Relax, he said, his voice low and steady. You’re too tense. It’s not about being perfect.
Easier said than done, you thought, but you took a deep breath and tried again. This time, the melody started to come together, clunky but recognizable.
Not bad, Jotaro said as he started the bassline again, matching your rhythm. “Keep going.”
The two of you played through the song, and though your part wasn’t flawless, the harmony that filled the room felt oddly satisfying. When you hit the final note, you turned to him, grinning despite yourself.
“Okay, I’ll admit it. That was pretty cool.”
Jotaro shrugged, though the faintest hint of a smirk played on his lips. Told you it wasn’t hard.
I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this talent, you teased. “What else don’t I know about you? Can you sing too?”
“Don’t push it,” he said, but there was no real bite in his words.
As he stood to leave, you couldn’t help but smile. Jotaro Kujo—a man of few words and endless surprises. And now, thanks to him, you could say you’d played your first duet.
Through ink and silence both of them discover something that’s been written all along the lines and pages.
Jotaro Kujo x Reader
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4.1 | Part 4.2
The tension from the revelation of your feelings had settled over the group like a heavy fog, but no one could quite shake the curiosity surrounding your notebook. It was no longer just about the writing it was about the emotions you had hidden away in those pages.
The Crusaders kept teasing you in small ways, especially Polnareff, who took every opportunity to make sly comments whenever he caught sight of you writing in your notebook or glancing at Jotaro.
It was a normal day, another quiet break between battles, and you were sitting outside the hotel, resting under a large tree with your notebook open. The wind picked up gently, making the pages of your notebook flutter. You didn’t think much of it, lost in your thoughts as you scribbled a few more lines.
Suddenly, a page caught the wind and lifted away, flitting through the air before landing a few feet away. You barely had time to react before Polnareff, who had been lounging nearby, saw the paper floating and quickly snatched it up with a grin.
“Ah, what’s this? Another secret from Y/N’s notebook?” Polnareff teased, unfolding the page as he looked at it with exaggerated curiosity.
You quickly got up, glaring at him. “Give that back, Polnareff!” you snapped, but he was already reading it with a mischievous smirk.
“Hmm, looks like more poetry. Let’s see... ‘I can’t help but notice the way his presence fills the air, a mixture of power and indifference...’ Oh, I see, you’ve written more about Jotaro, haven’t you? I knew it! You’re totally smitten with him!” Polnareff said, voice dripping with teasing excitement.
Your face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and you lunged for the paper, trying to grab it from his hands. “Shut up! Give it back, Polnareff!”
Polnareff, of course, pulled the page out of your reach, holding it high above his head. “Come on, admit it! You’re totally in love with the big guy! You can’t hide it anymore!”
You growled in frustration. “It’s not what you think! I told you, it’s just... personal. Give it back now!”
But before you could reach him, the situation took a dramatic turn.
Out of nowhere, Jotaro appeared, his usual stoic expression quickly changing to one of confusion. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Polnareff, ever the troublemaker, saw an opportunity for mischief. “Oh, Jotaro! You’re just in time to see Y/N’s ‘secret poetry.’ Looks like our friend here has a little thing for you!” He waved the page teasingly in the air, oblivious to the glare you were sending his way.
Jotaro’s eyes flicked from Polnareff to you, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something was it surprise? Amusement? He remained silent, watching the interaction with growing curiosity.
Before you could respond, a sudden flash of panic hit you. You knew exactly what was coming next.
“No, wait—” you began, but it was too late.
Without missing a beat, you snatched the paper from Polnareff’s hands and in one swift motion, you stuffed it into your mouth, chewing quickly. You weren’t going to let Polnareff hold that over your head, not again.
Polnareff stared in utter disbelief as you chewed the paper, his mouth hanging open. “Did you... just eat it?” he gasped, horrified.
“I... didn’t want anyone to read it, okay?!” you said, now with your face completely red from the embarrassing stunt. You swallowed the paper, feeling your stomach twist in dread at the ridiculousness of the situation.
Jotaro’s expression softened slightly, as if he was trying to suppress a chuckle. “You really ate it?” His voice was low, but there was a slight amusement behind it.
“You’re crazy,” Polnareff said, still in disbelief. “You couldn’t have just let me read it for a second? That was—”
“Nope,” you interrupted quickly. “Not happening.” You crossed your arms and gave him your best “don’t argue with me” look.
The group was quiet for a few moments, Polnareff trying to contain his laughter while Jotaro raised an eyebrow at you.
“You’re lucky you didn’t choke on it,” Jotaro finally said, his tone surprisingly gentle. You blinked up at him in confusion, not expecting him to be concerned.
Before you could say anything, Polnareff started teasing again. Should I start looking for another page in case she decides to eat it too?”
“Shut up, Polnareff,” you muttered, feeling yourself shrink under the attention. You couldn’t believe you had actually eaten the page. It was completely ridiculous.
But as the teasing continued, something unexpected happened. Jotaro, in his usual calm way, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a fountain pen, your favorite one.
“Here,” Jotaro said, his voice quieter now. “I figured you’d need a new pen after what happened to the last one.”
Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t expected Jotaro to be so thoughtful. You had always noticed that he wasn’t the most expressive, but the gesture felt personal and warm in a way that made your heart flutter.
“Thanks,” you said softly, taking the pen from him. Your fingers brushed against his hand as you accepted it, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The awkwardness seemed to melt away, and for the first time in a while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, things between you and Jotaro weren’t as distant as they once seemed.
Polnareff, ever the observer, saw the quiet moment between you two and smirked. “Oh, so now you two are sharing pens? How cute.
You shot him a glare, but Jotaro, for once, didn’t say anything back. He simply turned and walked away, leaving you with your new pen, feeling a warmth in your chest as you watched him go.
Maybe, just maybe, this whole situation with Jotaro wasn’t so bad after all.
Through ink and silence both of them discover something that’s been written all along the lines and pages.
Jotaro Kujo x Reader
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4.1 | Part 4.2
You had always kept your feelings inside, never fully expressing them to others. The only way you could sort through the jumble in your mind was through your notebook, penning your thoughts and dreams when the others weren’t looking. It was your safe space, your secret world, where words made sense in ways they couldn’t in conversation.
Throughout the journey, something started to stir within you something subtle at first but growing with every passing day. It was a quiet, almost imperceptible crush on someone you never thought you would notice this way. Someone with raven-black hair and an air of reckless confidence a certain delinquent in the group, none other than Jotaro Kujo.
The Crusaders had noticed your constant companionship with that small notebook. You carried it everywhere, jotting down notes when they weren’t fighting enemy Stand users, or when you had a quiet moment to yourself at a new destination. Sometimes they would find you in a stationary store, browsing through pens and journal essentials, as if the simple act of writing brought you peace in this chaotic world.
Polnareff was the most curious, always trying to sneak a peek at your private musings. He would be the first to pester you with questions.
“What’s in there, huh? Some secret love letters, or maybe something naughty?” Polnareff would joke with his usual grin.
You would shoot him a glare, closing the notebook with a snap. “Don’t touch it, Polnareff. It’s private.”
But that never stopped him. He would keep trying, but each time, you’d end up defending your notebook with a swift jab of your pen, always aiming for his hand, never missing. It became a running joke with the group, but also a warning: "Never touch Y/N’s notebook".
After the “yellow temperance” incident, the group’s curiosity about the contents of your notebook only grew.
One day, while the group was at a beach near a hotel, you found a quiet spot under a large umbrella to sit and write. Kakyoin, ever the calm observer, had taken to basking in the sun, his eyes closed as he soaked up the warmth. You stayed focused, writing furiously in your notebook, enjoying the peace. Eventually, the sun started to take its toll on Kakyoin, and he decided to head back to the hotel. You remained, savoring the serene atmosphere, your thoughts flowing onto the page.
Soon, however, you drifted off to sleep, the sound of the waves calls you into a light nap. The group, however, had received word that Jotaro was in danger an enemy Stand user had appeared, impersonating Kakyoin.
The group rushed to the beach, anxious to wake you up and inform you of the situation. But Polnareff, ever the opportunist, had another idea.
“Wait a minute,” he whispered. “What if we take a peek at that notebook while she’s sleeping? It’s our only chance!”
Joseph and Avdol protested immediately, their concern for Jotaro outweighing their curiosity.
“No, Polnareff, now’s not the time!” Joseph snapped.
“Jotaro is in danger,” Avdol added, his tone serious. “Don’t be foolish.”
But Polnareff, wasn’t so easily deterred.
“Come on, guys, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! We’re never going to get another chance like this.”
There was a pause. Kakyoin, Avdol, and Joseph exchanged glances, then sighed, defeated.
“Fine,” Joseph grumbled, “but make it quick. We don’t have time to waste.”
Reluctantly, the group agreed. They voted, and Polnareff much to his delight was given the task of sneaking a peek. Stealthily, he approached your sleeping form and the small table where your notebook lay. Victory was within his grasp.
But as he reached for it, something sharp pierced through his hand.
A black fountain pen had been driven through his palm, and he yelped in pain.
“Think before touching my notebook,” you said in a cold, disinterested tone. You had woken up just in time to catch him red-handed.
Polnareff screamed as he looked at his hand, which was stuck to the table with the pen. You stood up, snatched your notebook away, and slipped it into the pocket of your coat, all the while making sure to pull the pen out of his hand.
“Great. Now you’ve ruined my favorite pen,” you muttered, annoyance clear in your voice.
Polnareff continued to scream in pain, clutching his hand. The others stood there, stunned by your icy response. As you walked away from Polnareff, and shift your gazed to other crusaders with a look that could freeze water.
“Does anyone else want to try?” you asked, your eyes shooting daggers at them.
Needless to say, no one dared respond. Polnareff’s cries were the only sound. But they had learned their lesson "Never touch Y/N’s notebook". Polnareff’s near-death experience had instilled enough fear in them that no one dared to cross that line again.
On the other hand Jotaro, who had been in the sideline watching from a distance, didn’t say anything when the subject of curiosity of your notebook came up. He wasn’t particularly interested in your notebook, nor did he care what you were writing. He understood the need for privacy and besides, he didn’t really care about the contents of your thoughts. But deep down, there was a sense of respect for you and your boundaries. Unlike the others, he didn’t pry.
Days later, during a battle with a Stand user, a page from your notebook fluttered out, carried by the wind. Kakyoin, ever observant, was the one to grab it. He didn’t mean to snoop, but when he saw the contents of the page, he couldn’t help himself. It was a poem—a beautiful, tender piece of writing, something completely different from your usual cold exterior.
The poem spoke of love, longing, and quiet admiration. As he read, he felt a sense of warmth in his chest. But it wasn’t just the words that caught his attention. On the back of the page was a drawing. It was a sketch of none other than Jotaro, captured with surprising detail and care.
Kakyoin blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected this especially from you. You were always so cold, so distant. But here was proof, right in front of him, You had feelings for Jotaro. There was no mistaking it.
Kakyoin, now fully aware of your secret, folded the page and tucked it into his pocket, trying not to let his thoughts show on his face. He kept it to himself for the time being, not wanting to bring it up to the others just yet. Well for only couple of hours and accidentally told the rest due to Polnareff's constant blabber what possible contents you may hide in your notebook which resulted everyone in the group knew the so cold and distant Y/N likes to write lovey dovey poems
It wasn’t long before the paper found its way back into your possession as Kakyoin gave back to you though you never realized it was missing for the first place. He explained earlier when fighting the enemy stand user a paper fell out from your coat then this where the teasing began.
For the next few days, the Crusaders couldn’t help but nudge each other with sly grins whenever they saw you and Jotaro together. Polnareff in particular would wink and give Jotaro a knowing look.
You, on the other hand, tried to keep your cool, but the teasing was relentless. Every time someone mentioned your notebook, or the way you’d always be near Jotaro, your face would turn bright red.
At some point, even Jotaro couldn’t resist the urge to join the teasing circle.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said casually one day, “You’ve been spending a lot of time near me lately. Got something you want to tell me?”
You froze, heat rising to your face, but Jotaro’s expression was unreadable. The teasing continued for a while, but slowly, things began to settle. Jotaro didn’t push it too far, and you began to feel the idea that maybe, just maybe, your secret was out leading you spiral of overthinking thoughts.
