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Standing Amongst The Stars ⭐️- Jotaro x Reader

Chapter 1: Oh God, Here We Go Again!

hello so here is the first chapter!

Hey pals! this is my very first fanfic and I lowkey did this on impulse.

Ya girl was like "What if i took the plot of legends of arceus and made it jojo" and this is the result. I will be taking creative liberties on some parts but i wanted to take those concept and mold it to something wacky. This is a reader fanfic however, we will be using a name for a little bit so pleek hold my hand and walk with me fellas. This story is just silly and a passion so I hope yall like it and even just laugh at it. Anyways i'll let yall read now;;

Word count: 1700

God, how did this happen? Well, ‘God’ told me, but just let me have this.

If someone had told you ten minutes ago that you’d meet God, who would give you tasks to change people’s lives and save a world you don’t belong to… you wouldn’t have even laughed. You would have called a nurse to take you home.

Yet here you are, in that very world, with a looming task. What even makes a person qualified for this! You don't remember being a saint of any kind. You let out a deep sigh as you looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing the new school uniform you finally received. It’s a nice purple shade, and honestly, it’s not a bad outfit. However, it doesn’t feel right to me. You hope it grows on you as much as it leaves a pit in your stomach to admit.

Another sigh escapes you. You need to stop moping; that won’t help you or these “people” who need you. You have to, in unprofessional terms, lock the fuck in. You take one more look in the mirror, grab your ‘phone,’ and head out. Today is your first day of Japanese high school! Maybe focusing on more mundane things will give you some stability. Plus, you were lucky enough that God gifted you a fatty bank account and a cozy home to live in, so I’ll use it to the best of your abilities.

You grab your lunch and head out the door. Live a normal life… or as normal as a person from another world with a task from God can.

Walking to school is a pain in the ass. You need to buy a car or at least a bike. Am you really that out of shape? There’s no way this school can be that far. You swear I’ve passed this convenience store at least twice. Oh, God, have you been going in circles? This is the worst. You should have never signed up to be a student. Okay, I’m definitely going in circles because this is the same damn store. You groaned and just… stopped. You need to collect yourself or You might scream—or at least start crying.

Then you see… him.

Tall, brooding, and definitely screaming “Don’t approach me I will beat your ass”.

So you approached him.

“Hello, sir. I need some help.” A simple, polite greeting. Social anxiety be damned, you know? This is going to be fine. The worst he can say is no!

“Fuck off bitch.” So, that’s crazy. He walked away from your shocked figure, his long strides covering a massive distance in just three steps. You can’t let him leave—you’ll be stuck in front of this convenience store forever!

“P-Please, sir! I don’t know how to get to Hokusei High School! I just transferred, and I don’t want to be stuck in front of this FamilyMart for the rest of my life!” You pleaded, practically on your hands and knees. After pulling off the most desperate look. Then, he stopped.

He stopped and spared you a glance. You were practically out of breath—who knew begging could leave you so winded? It was silent between us. You and him. Eye to eye. Those eyes. His eyes. A piercing blue. Get some brown contacts. Milk turned to cheese before any words were exchanged again.

“Follow me.” The pregnant pause finally gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named salvation.

“T-Thank you, sir!” You squeaked in relief. He continued walking as though nothing had happened, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. Asking random people for help—what a way to start the day. Hot on his heels, not walking beside him, but close behind him.

He might be a tad bit crude, but he saved your life, so I’ll give him his flowers and hail him as your savior. The walk was silent; You had a feeling he didn’t want to hold a conversation, and to be honest, You didn’t have the brainpower for one. Instead, using whatever energy left to mark the landmarks. Hoping to avoid situations like this again.

A sign here.

There is a small park over there.

A gang of girls screaming 'JoJo'.

A gang of girls screaming… 'JoJo'?

Predators. A pack of predators, dressed in the same purple that you donned, are coming right for them. You can only pray this man—who called you a bitch a mere six minutes ago— isn’t JoJo. God, please don’t let him be JoJo.

Your savior keeps walking like he can’t hear them, though you catch a faint sigh. That doesn’t prove he’s JoJo. He told you to follow him, so he must go to the same school as you. Maybe he’s just used to this and isn’t JoJo . The pack inches closer, and closer, until we’re surrounded.

“JoJo!” The roar rings out in adoration and love.

They say God gives his strongest soldiers the hardest battles, but this is just cruel at this point—especially after meeting them.

“JoJo, How are you this morning?” One girl with shrimp tempura hair purrs. “Jojo, You look good this morning? Do something new with your hair?” Another girl gushes up at the titan of man.Soon all the voices blend together, harmonizing in a way that is impressive and horrifying. Though the choir is interrupted but the one that they are worshipping.

“Shut Up! Your pig squealing is pissing me off.” He yelled, the weight and volume weighing heavily. 'You know what god, thank you for not putting me on the end of that.' A fleeting thought. We are all at a stand still. He doesn’t move. You don’t move. The girls do not move.

‘It’s silent, I'm scared, and I do wish I just went home and unenrolled.’ Silent tears flow as this thought passes as well.

“JOJO!” All the girls gushed in delight. They talk amongst themselves about who captured their beloved's attention.

‘I need to leave. Now.’

You notice that a lot of people wearing similar uniforms are now walking as well. I’m talking about this as a sign to jump from the nest and spread Your wings. So, while they are distracted you will make your swift, damn near, perfect departure.

“Thank you sir, I think I can find your way from here. Have a peaceful day.” It was quiet, you couldn’t even tell if it was above a whisper. You know he heard you though with the look those girls would die for had bestowed upon you. You quickly took a breath, and made your exit. College students are jealous with how fast you were out of there. Following those students down a large flight of stairs and in almost no time, you had finally arrived.

All it took was the most bizarre morning, but you made it. Taking it all in, finally at peace. Your normal-ish life begins here! You enter the gate with newfound optimism. You entered the school and were greeted by the councilor.

“Hello, Mamiya. Welcome to Hokusei High School. I must say, we don’t accept transfers very often, but your test scores were spectacular.” Her tone was full of praise and pride.

I’m not sure if you should be worried about this, or if you should appreciate that you won’t have to worry too much about first impressions. She welcomed you to the school, led you to her office, and gave you the rundown of the rules and expectations.

“This is your schedule. You’ll be in 1-B. If you have any questions, your homeroom teacher will be there to assist you. However, you’re also welcome to see you as you continue adjusting,” she said, smiling brightly. The warmth in her tone was enough to put you at ease. She sends you off with directions to your class: 1-B. The room sounds more daunting now. From the outside, you hear the teacher speaking, probably about you.

“Class, settle down. We’ll have a new transfer student today. She’s not only new to the school but also new to Japan. So, when she arrives, let’s give her a warm welcome and make a good first impression!” The class roars in agreement. They’re waiting for you. You exhale the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. You can do this. With that final reassurance, you step forward.

One step turns into two, and now I’m standing in front of everyone. All their eyes are on you, and the teacher smiles encouragingly. You stand next to the teacher, your eyes drifting across the sea of faces. Then… you see them. Familiar eyes. Blue. Is it…?

“Why don’t you introduce yourself?” The teacher’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and I launch into your rehearsed introduction.“I’m Miyuki Mamiya. It’s a pleasure to meet you all, and I hope we can all be friends.” Truly an award winning performance. It’s a fake name, but it’s better to fit in this way, you tell yourself. New world, new you , right? The class shares good-natured looks, some of them glinting with curiosity. But I’m more focused on your own words than on their faces. You scan the room, and then… back to those blue eyes. And the face they belong to. JoJo.

That’s a good one, God. A great one, even. But this has got to stop.

“Well, Mamiya, we’ll be sure to help you if you need anything, right class?” The last question earns a loud, unified agreement. He stays silent, though. “How about you sit next to Yamada? Raise your hand, Yamada.”

Woah. Given how your day’s been going, you almost expect to be sitting next to JoJo. Maybe God isn’t all that bad after all! The girl raises her hand, and your seat turns out to be right next to the window at the back of the room. Call it an anime cliché, but we’ll take those.

You walk to your seat, and then realize—people are giving you small, encouraging smiles as you make your way. JoJo might not be sitting next to you, but the giant of a man is seated right in front of you.

God is a truly cruel mistress...

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