taking care of jotaro kujo's curly hair (˶>⩊<˶)
an extract of jotaro letting himself be soft and clingy with you
cw: none! just pure and heartwarming fluff, art by 0309Flip on twitter
You've been dating him for four years. Four whole years. You share an apartment, you travel together, you sleep together, he hugs you and allows himself to be vulnerable with you. And you never knew that your boyfriend, the man you see a future with, god, the man you want to marry... has the most beautiful and shiny dark curls.
He always wears them hidden in those ugly caps you don't really try to take them off at this point, it's like his head is glue to them. Maybe they are with all the hair gel he likes to wear. Jotaro only kept one single curls falling on his forehead, Superman style, and you thought that was just made because of the gel. You didn't expect all those beautiful curls all over his head.
"Jotaro," you call him that night, leaning on the bathroom sink while he was putting his pajamas on. "Come here."
He obeys at the moment, coming through the bathroom door shirtless and with his tartan pants. He looks at all the products you usually use for your own hair displayed on the sink and a water spray.
"Sit down," you say, letting him sit on the toilet lid, looking around at you and all the hair care products.
"What is this about?" Jotaro opens his legs so you can stay up between them.
"You're hiding things from me." You point your finger right in the middle of his chest making his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"What..."
You tilt your head at him, smiling softly as your finger stays pressed against his chest. "You have curls, Jotaro. Real ones. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
He blinks once, then lets out a quiet sigh. "It's not a big deal. They get messy. I just gel them down."
"But they're beautiful," you whisper, stepping a little closer between his legs. Your hands rest gently on his shoulders, thumbs brushing over his warm skin. "Let me take care of them tonight. Please?"
Jotaro looks away for a second, jaw tight, but you know that expression. He's not mad, just a little embarrassed. He sighs again, deeper this time. "You're going to make a mess."
"I won't. I promise I'll be careful," you say, leaning in to press a ligth kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And if you hate it, you can put the cap back on right after. But I think you're going to like it."
He stays quiet for a moment, then grumbles under his breath. "Fine. Don't take too long."
You beam at him and reach for the spray bottle first, misting his hair gently until it's damp. He closes his eyes, letting you work, though every few minutes he makes a small comment.
"This feels weird," he mutters when you start scrunching the water out with a towel.
"Shh, it feels great," you answer softly, running your fingers through his curls to separate them. They're softer than you imagined, dark and springy, already starting to bounce back into shape.
You move through your routine carefully: a little leave-in conditioner, some curl cream smoothed in section by section, then a light gel to hold everything without making it crunchy. He sighs again when you twist a few pieces around your finger to encourage the definition.
"You're doing too much" he says, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at his lips now.
"Maybe i am," you reply, meeting his eyes for a second. "Because it's you."
The bathroom fills with the quiet sound of your hands working through his hair and the occasional soft comment from him. "That part's always the worst in the morning," he admits once, pointing to the back of his head where the curls usually flatten under his cap.
By the time you're done, you step back and grab the diffuser, gently drying everything until his hair looks full and alive. When you finally turn him toward the mirror, your breath catches.
His curls are perfect. Shiny, defined, falling in soft, dark spirals that frame his face just right. One piece still drops over his forehead like always, but now it looks intentional, romantic even. They catch the light with a healthy glow, bouncy and full of life.
Jotaro stares at his reflection for a long moment, he reaches up, touching one curl carefully scared to mess them up.
"See?" you say, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "They're gorgeous. You're gorgeous."
He lets out one last sigh, but this one sounds different, almost fond. His hand finds yours on his stomach and squeezes gently. "Maybe they're not so bad." He turns in your arms so he's facing you, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Thank you."
a/n: i love love love his curls I LOVE EM
a/n 2: do we like this new layout mmmm
