lowkey, one bed trope w jjba characters 👀 if u can
Sweet boy immediately panics.
“O–oh! There’s only one bed? I’ll sleep on the floor, of course!”
He builds a full pillow barricade and offers you every blanket like he’s protecting your honor.
He still apologizes every 30 seconds for existing.
You wake up and he’s still perfectly on his side, hands crossed over his chest like a polite vampire.
If you so much as roll over, he blushes so hard you can feel the heat radiating.
The next morning he’s like, “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable,” and you’re like, “You were three feet away and said goodnight twice.”
Instant grin. “Heh, one bed, huh? Guess the universe ships us.”
Pretends it’s a joke… then totally sprawls across half the mattress.
Keeps making stupid commentary “I snore, by the way. Loudly. Sexy, right?”
If you grumble, he’s like, “Oh come on, doll, I’ll stay on my side- probably.”
Halfway through the night he ends up clinging to you like a koala.
In the morning he swears it was for “warmth” but the way he’s smiling says otherwise.
“Hey, don’t tell Caesar, but you’re a way better cuddle partner.”
Says nothing, acts unbothered, but you can feel the tension.
Lies flat on his back like a board, hat still on.
You accidentally brush his arm and he stiffens like he’s been electrocuted.
“...move over, y/n, you’re hogging the blanket.”
You: “You have 80% of it.”
You both silently tug war over the blanket all night.
In the morning you’re tangled together, his arm around your waist, and when you stir he mutters, half-asleep “Five more minutes…”
He’ll deny it till death. “You dreamed that.”
His brain blue-screens. “ONE BED?! UH- uh, yeah, yeah, sure, no biggie, ha-ha…”
He’s blushing so hard his pompadour could light the room.
Piles every pillow in the center as a “boundary line.”
Ten minutes later: “Are you comfy? You cold? You need another blanket?”
You both end up laughing until you forget to be nervous.
He’s a clingy sleeper and accidentally pulls you close in his sleep, wakes up mortified.
“I–I didn’t mean to grab you! I was dreamin’ about my hair products, I swear!”
You: “Sure, Josuke. Sure.”
Unbothered king. “We can share. I don’t mind.”
Perfectly polite, calm… but when you lay down next to him, his composure cracks just a little.
Keeps exactly twelve inches between you because he’s trying to be respectful.
You wake up and there’s a golden butterfly hovering over you, keeping the blanket tucked in place.
Giorno, softly: “You looked cold. I didn’t wish to disturb you.”
His voice at night is all soft Italian and it’s almost more dangerous than anything else.
He smells like expensive cologne and citrus, and you fall asleep faster than expected.
The morning sunlight hits his hair and you have a religious experience.
“There’s only one bed? Hell yeah, I’m not sleeping on the floor.”
Completely casual about it until she realizes she has to actually get in it with you.
“Uh. Don’t get any ideas, alright?”
You both end up talking half the night about dumb stuff until you fall asleep mid-conversation.
Wakes up with your head on her shoulder, blushes, then tries to play it off “You’re drooling on my shirt, by the way.”
Secretly really liked it though.
If you tease her later, she’s like, “Shut up, it was cold.”
He’s super awkward about it at first. “You- you can have the bed. I’ll manage.”
You refuse to let him be uncomfortable, so you both end up sharing.
He’s tense and quiet until you start talking about anything, your Stand, your horse, even the weather.
The conversation drifts into silence and he’s asleep first.
You wake up to find him using your shoulder as a pillow, hand loosely holding yours.
If you mention it, he’ll mutter, “You make a good pillow,” and blush like mad.
Next morning he pretends it never happened, but his ears stay pink all day.
He’s surprisingly calm about it at first, just shrugging. “You trust me, right?”
Then he lies down and realizes he does not know where to put his arms.
Cue stiff robot posture for 10 minutes.
You tell him to relax and suddenly he’s the world’s most comfortable man, snuggling under the blanket, humming.
“See? Not weird at all,” he says, while you’re silently combusting.
He falls asleep fast, soft little snores, hair tickling your neck.
You wake up with his head on your chest and a faint smile on his face.
You don’t move for an hour because he looks too peaceful.
“Ayo. One bed? Sounds economical.”
Acts chill, internally screaming.
Lies down with earbuds in, pretending he doesn’t notice how close you are.
When the blanket slips off, he wordlessly pulls it up over both of you and mutters, “Don’t freeze, okay?”
You end up accidentally bumping knees and both flinch like you’ve been shot.
He spends the next 15 minutes staring at the ceiling whispering “play it cool, play it cool.”
By morning, he’s using your shoulder as a pillow but refuses to acknowledge it.
“We just—uh—ran outta space. That’s all.”
Smirks immediately. “Oh, just one bed? How convenient~.”
Absolute tease, lounging like a model. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”
“What? I’m just being friendly.”
But when you’re both actually lying there, they’re surprisingly sweet, pulling the blanket over you and making sure you’re comfy.
They hum softly until you fall asleep.
In the morning they’re like, “So… who reached for who first, hmm?”
You: “You literally held my hand in your sleep.”
Dragona: grinning “Guess I’m just irresistible.”
