Homecoming. (JotaCami)
A/N: okay like 3 people asked for this and i went ham ;v;
anyway here we go, under the cut for length!
It took my puppy dog eyes and tons of begging to convince Jotaro to go to the school dance with me. He’s not really a fan of such pointless things, but he could tell how much it meant to me, so with a grumpy ‘yare yare daze’ he had finally agreed. And what surprised me is that… he seemed to be excited about it after a while. Holly’s been helping him with things such as a nice suit and how corsages and boutonnieres work. She’s ecstatic that he agreed to doing such a thing, actually, so she volunteered to help him as soon as she saw the little ticket for the dance.
I managed to get myself prepared, getting a knee-length strapless black dress with a gold ribbon around the waist, black flats with little gold bows on them, and some patterned black nylons. As much as I hated nylons, I decided they look nicer than opaque tights…
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And now, it’s the night of the dance. I spin around my room, getting dressed, fixing my hair, fretting over each and every minor detail before Jotaro gets here. Even with the ginger hair roots peeking out, my silvery purple hair looks as nice as I can get it, and it falls across my forehead at just the right angle, so I’m pretty satisfied with that, at least. The strapless bra I have to wear is… rather constricting, but I can get used to it. Wearing a strapless dress… It makes me feel more mature, more… attractive. I know Jotaro wouldn’t give a shit about what I wear, but I still secretly want to stun him as soon as he lays his eyes on me. And that’s the thought process I start to have as I stand in front of my mirror, putting on some mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. It’s rare for me to try this hard, since I’m lazy and never feel like it’s necessary, but since I know how much Jotaro has to go through, I want to please him and at least give him something interesting to look at.
A knock at the door startles me a bit. Ah, he’s here already? My hands start to shake a bit as I grab my little bag and make my way to the door, slipping my shoes on as I do so. As I open the door and look at who’s there… my heart skips a beat.
Jotaro stands there, holding a corsage out to me, but that’s not important to me yet. No… He’s in a suit for once! Instead of his usual t-shirt and black jeans, he’s wearing a white button-up dress shirt with a black tie and some black dress pants… though, he is still wearing his signature coat and hat. I don’t mind in the slightest. In fact, I’m glad he kept his coat and his hat, because I think he looks adorable with his hat, and maybe he’ll let me borrow his coat if I get cold… The thought makes me blush bright red.
“Yare yare daze, Cami, close your mouth before a bug flies in there,” he remarks, bringing his hands up to put the corsage on my dress. It makes me even more flustered, since his hands are right by my chest, and he’s staring so intently. I know he’s only staring because he dislikes eye contact and he wants to ensure that he puts the corsage on correctly, but still, I’m… rather shy. “You… look nice,” he mumbles, and I see the lightest blush on his cheeks. A giant grin stretches across my lips at the sight. He’s flustered, and giving compliments… Damn, how is it that I can make his harsh demeanor melt with just my presence?
“You look nice too, Taro,” I coo, “I never thought you would wear a suit like this…” At the uncertainty that I see in his eyes, I rush to clarify what I mean. “B-Because I haven’t ever seen you wear such a thing! Trust me, Taro, you’re… you look… s-stunning…” His tiny smile makes me relax and I reach forward to hold his hand, relishing in the warmth that he emanates. This outfit doesn’t really keep me warm.
With touches as gentle as can be, he leads me to his car, opening the door for me and allowing me to slide into the passenger’s seat before closing it. He comes around, shuffling into the driver’s seat and starting to drive to the school. His hand comes over to hold mine as he drives, thumb rubbing across the back of my hand despite his current lack of words. Somehow, he knows each time that I feel uncertain, or anxious, and I never have to say a word. No… he just… knows. And he comforts me each and every time. It’s so nice to know that he cares for me like this.
As we pull up to the school, he parks the car and steps out, immediately going over to open my door for me and help me get out of the car. So, I grab onto his hand once more and manage to get out, letting him close the door before we walk into the dance. He doesn’t let go of my hand the entire time we walk there. It’s painfully obvious that we are a couple, literally anyone with eyes should be able to tell.
And yet, somehow, these girls don’t seem to understand that.
Not even five feet into the dance, a bold girl saunters up to us, talking to Jotaro and ignoring my existence. “JoJo, you came! Oh, won’t you dance with me?” Her voice is shrill and louder than the music somehow, so other girls start to swarm around, arguing that he should dance with them. I can feel Jotaro’s hand start to tremble with contained rage. He’s so concerned about me and my happiness that he’s trying so hard not to yell at these girls…
So I do it for him.
“He doesn’t want to dance with any of you,” I snap, “now fuck off and dance with someone else.” The glare on my face is… surprisingly intimidating, so all of the girls turn and run off. After they’re gone, I look up at Jotaro, eyes softening. “Sorry, they were just annoying you, and I didn’t want them to-”
Jotaro, being the silent and blunt man that he is, simply interrupts me by planting his lips onto my forehead. “Don’t apologize. I… Thanks for scaring them off.” If it wasn’t so dark, I would be able to see his entire face lighting up with a blush at how startling it was for me to protect him, for a change. It’s always the other way around… But, he doesn’t want to give that soft side away just yet, so he shifts his expression to seem bored and… slightly grumpy.
Swinging our arms back and forth at a slow pace, I stand with him by the drinks, looking at the dance floor and hesitating. Everyone’s doing dangerous-looking dances, nearly kicking or punching each other, and I don’t want to join in on that. Jotaro doesn’t want me to, either, considering his now tight grip on my hand. However, once the first slow dance song comes on… he puts his jacket onto my smaller form, claiming that I was shivering. And then, I’m surprised by him tugging me along to the dance floor. And I’m even more surprised as he brings a hand to rest on my waist, his other hand grasping mine in such a gentle hold, one would think my hand was made of glass. Out of instinct, my free hand rests on his shoulder, and we sway to the music, in our own little universe by ourselves.
Unbeknownst to me, the pure happiness that shimmers in my eyes as we slow dance makes this entire experience worth it to him. The smile that appears on his face is genuine and soft, glad that he could make me feel this happy just by agreeing to go to a dance with me. “Cami,” he murmurs, “I… love you.”
“I… I love you too, Taro.”
We both lean forward, and our lips meet in a soft, loving kiss as we continue to sway.