#okuyasu oneshot

[missallanious]

Jojo’s Bizarre Viking AU

Okuyasu and Josuke Meet - Oneshot

Okuyasu Nijimura crouched in a tree, watching through the leaves as two figures approached the stream bank. His brother, Keicho, was on a different branch, also watching.

The two figures (one boy and one man, judging by their statures), were chatting quietly and split up, searching the plants in and around the stream, plucking some every now and then and calling out their discoveries to each other. Okuyasu turned to his brother, looking for a sign of any kind. Keicho, for his part, looked delighted, and held up a hand for Oku to wait. At least, that’s what Okuyasu hoped it meant. Sometimes he got Keicho’s hand signals wrong, and had the scars to show for it.

His brother quietly pulled out his bow and an arrow from his quiver, taking aim at the smaller figure below.

Oku knew this plan, and breathed an inward sigh of relief; his brother, using his prowess with long-range weapons, would take out one of their victims, and it would be up to Oku and his close-range fighting style to take out the other one. Then, they would steal all they could from their downed opponents. He glanced between the two people puttering around the burbling stream, and wondered briefly why his brother was choosing to aim at the smaller boy. The other man, taller and well built, seemed like the better one to be taken out first. Maybe his brother meant to fire a warning shot, scare away the smaller one?

That thought was quickly dashed as Keicho loosed his arrow, striking the boy and felling him instantly.

Oku squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away briefly. He wished they didn’t have to fight, to kill, but his brother was on a mission of some kind. And Oku was too stupid to fend for himself, so he stayed.

Oku shook himself and readied to jump down from his perch, to start what he knew to be his duty of fighting the other his brother hadn’t taken out. But Keicho’s hand was suddenly on his shoulder, stopping him. Looking gleeful, Keicho pointed to the tall man on the ground, who Oku now noticed showed no signs of noticing his fallen comrade. Keicho practically slithered down the tree, creeping over to where the boy had collapsed, and quietly dragged the prone form into the woods behind the tree Oku as still perched on.

Okuyasu watched, confused, as his brother began to rifle through the body’s pockets and pouches, dumping things unceremoniously on the ground, searching. Then, a shout.

The man had finally noticed his missing companion and, judging by his frantic steps forward, had also seen the faint remains of blood swirling in the stream waters and smeared on the bank, leading back to where Keicho still crouched. Keicho glared briefly at his brother before turning back to his task, leaving Oku to do what he did best.

Fight.

Okuyasu leaped down from the tree, landing with a splash in the water, effectively blocking the path of the searching man. Who, now that he was closer, Oku realized was slightly taller than himself and had piercing blue eyes. Instinct, as it so rarely did, took over for Okuyasu, and he leapt forward instantly. His first punch landed, striking the other’s jaw and knocking him backwards, and then the fight was on.

His opponent, though taken by surprise and staggered by the first blow, gave as good as he got. Okuyasu found himself nearly being pushed back by the onslaught of blows, his own breaking through occasionally and striking the other’s face, chest, and stomach. The second he had to take a step back, nearly losing his balance on the slick rocks beneath his boots, and the other man made a move to go around him, Okuyasu pulled out his one weapon.

It was an odd weapon, made by himself for himself, and only he knew how to utilize it; a strong cord, with a fair amount of length and secured to his belt, and a strong iron hook at the end. The hook was blunt and scuffed from years of wear, but did it’s job as wonderfully as a worn bone leatherworking tool.

Grabbing the hook, he swung with terrifying accuracy and snagged his opponent’s arm, yanking the cord to pull the man back into his waiting fists. With his other hand he caught the hook as it swung back, ready for another use. The man he was fighting looked shocked (understandably so), and was clocked again as Okuyasu threw the hook again, hitting his forhead with a sickening whack. Okuyasu once again caught the hook as he pulled it back, taking a firm stance between the man and his objective. To Okuyasu’s surprise, the man started to speak.

“Please,” his voice wavered for a moment, and he spat some blood into the stream, “please, I’m a healer! I need to save my friend, he’s my apprentice, I can’t— why are you doing this?” Okuyasu wasn’t prepared for this. The man was staring at him, eyes piercing and pleading even under the blood pouring from his forehead. Oku wasn’t great with words; hell, he wasn’t even good with thoughts. But this man was looking at him so earnestly that he felt compelled to speak (and he could practically hear his brother screaming at him to just shut up, Okuyasu, you don’t know anything!).

“I—we—“ he stuttered, before finding his voice. “My brother’s looking for something. He thinks your friend has it.” He clenched his jaw and firmly avoided the other’s eyes as he finished. “He’s already dead. I….I’m sorry. You should go while you can, I’ll tell my brother you beat me,” Okuyasu turned back to the man and felt as if he was punched in the gut by the sheer despair in the other’s eyes. He lowered his arms and started pleading.

“Please, just go! I’ll—I’ll make sure we leave your friend’s body, you can come back for it later! Just get out of here now, before—“ and then he felt his stomach hit his boots as an arrow appeared to suddenly be growing out of his opponent’s shoulder. Okuyasu whirled to face his brother, standing now, another arrow already nocked and ready to fire. He distantly heard a splash as the man behind him must’ve fallen into the water, but his focus was on the arrow that appeared to be aimed at him. Even knowing that Keicho hated when he spoke, Okuyasu felt that he had to try.

“Keicho,” he held his hands out and low, shoulders starting to hunch with nerves, “Brother, please, we should let him go, he’s a healer—“ Okuyasu was cut off as an arrow whizzed past him, clipping his ear and slicing his cheek. His brother’s cold voice rang out, and a whirring sound could be heard as his brother switch from arrow to his sling. He liked top use his sling on Okuyasu; hurt him, but less blood to clean up, Keicho claimed.

“I knew i couldn’t count on you, brother mine,” Keicho sneered. “You’ve always been too kind for your own good.” Keicho took a step forward, and something flashed around his waist. Before Okuyasu could blink, he felt the CRACK echo in his skull as the stone fired from his brother’s sling caught his brow. Okuyasu fell to his knees, clutching his face in pain, eyes spinning as he tried to focus. He could faintly hear steps around him; in front? Or behind? The splashing steps echoed in his ears and he couldn’t pinpoint them.

He still valiantly attempted to get back on his feet, protesting even as his brother kept speaking.

“Keicho, they’re healers, we shouldn’t—“

“If you wanted to be this noble, you should have thought of that before you became so stupid.”

“I’m sorry, brother, I know I—“

“You don’t know anything!! You’ve always been an idiot, but at least you would do what I told you! You’ve always been a burden to me; I don’t even see you as w brother anymore!”

A strong hand gripped Okuyasu’s chin and forced him to look up, meeting his brother’s furious gaze.

“Who took care of you all these years!?”

“You,” Okuyasu replied weakly, tears staring to burn as his brother’s words continued to cut.

“Who taught you everything, who kept you alive!?”

“You, brother, but—”

“Stop sniveling! If you’re not even going to do as I say then I have no use for you.” His brother drew back, face impassive as Okuyasu began to cry in earnest, begging his brother to please don’t abandon me, please, I’ll be good, but Keicho merely let go of his brother and turned his attention to the man Okuyasu had been fighting. He wrapped his sling back around his waist and again pulled out his bow and arrow, taunting the man.

“Don’t worry, your friend died quickly. I’ll make sure to bury you next to him.” Keicho nocked his arrow and aimed at the glaring man, who had managed to pull the arrow out of his shoulder, but was still clutching it as it bled.

Okuyasu was a few things; stupid, strong, and, if his brother’s words were anything to go by, a burden. He was also incredibly stubborn. So, as soon as the thought to save the healer entered his head, he was as likely to let it go as a starving dog letting go of a steak.

Before anyone could react, Okuyasu had swung his hook. It caught his brother’s arm and he yanked, managing to simultaneously aim the arrow away from the wounded healer… and make his brother fire. Which wouldn’t have been that bad, if Okuyasu wasn’t now in the line of fire.

The shot hit with a dull thwack, and Oku blinked at the arrow now settled firmly in his side. His brother started to scream at him while furiously nocking another shaft, the healer inexplicably also yelling at him? Okuyasu wasn’t sure why, exactly, but all thoughts were effeciantly overrun by the sudden ROAR from the treeline, just to the side of where the healer’s companion lay. All three men turned to the biggest bear any of them had ever seen, still belting out its roar as it pawed the ground. Keicho had time only to release two shots before the bear was upon him. Okuyasu, who was between the bear and healer, tried again to stand, yelling for the other to grab his friend’s body and run. He managed to get to his feet, albeit wobbly, and mobbed to take a step towards the bear and brother brawl ahead of him, when something tugged his arm and he fell back, landing firmly ion the grasp of the healer who quickly placed a vial of.. something, to Oku’s lips. He was too surprised to do anything but drink, and when the healer grabbed the arrow in his side and pulled, he let out a surprised yelp. He grabbed at his side, but was amazed to find that there was no pouring blood. No pain. And, amazingly, no hole in his side. The only sign that the arrow had, in fact, been inside his body, was the torn bloody clothing and bloody arrow now bobbing downstream. Okuyasu turned his scarred face to the healer, who seemed to be a bit pale.

“Why did you save me?” Oku couldn’t stop himself from asking. He has attacked the man, his brother had killed his friend! There was no reason Okuyasu could think of for the healer to, well. Heal him. The healer looked at him, something in his gaze that Okuyasu couldn’t place.

“You saved me first,” he replied. “You just…seemed to be a pretty great guy.”

Okuyasu didn’t have time to unpack all of that. So he didn’t.

Feeling much better than maybe he ever had, Okuyasu leapt into action. Grabbing the healer around the waist (ignoring the surprised grunt), he flung his hook at a tree branch and yanked with all his might, jumping at the same time. This effectively pulled them both out of the water and across, into the tree line. Still holding the healer, he flicked his wrist to free the hook as he sprinted past to the place he knew the healer’s apprentice to be. Gritting his teeth at the sight, he placed the healer down and briefly met his gaze.

“I’m sorry.” He said solemnly. “For everything.”

And before the other could respond, he turned and ran back to where his brother was fighting the bear.

The stream was now frothy and violent, the vicious swipes of the bear and stomps from both parties stirring up clouds of mud, mixing with the blood poring from various wounds and turning the water a dirty red. Okuyasu hesitated for only a second, before he saw an opening and jumped in. He flung his hook and yanked, stopping the bear from taking Keicho’s head off with its powerful paw, and splitting the attention between himself and his (wounded) brother. It roared again, enraged, and charged him. He pulled his hook back in time to hang it on his belt before the bear was on him, and he did his very best to keep it occupied. Punching its face, going for its eyes, grabbing the cheek skin to keep it semi-still as he went for its weak points. For the bear’s part, it clawed and bit and tried to disembowel him. He managed to dodge the worst strikes, but was still bleeding profusely by the time a shout rang out from behind the bear.

Keicho had righted himself, blood pouring from open gashes on his side and hairline. He took aim and fired an arrow right into the bear’s eye. It have an unearthly howl of pain and rounded on him. Keicho fired shaft after shaft into the charging behemoth, slowing but not stopping it. It reared up and roared again, another two arrows hitting the chest and throat area, before it stomped down, crushing Keicho with a sickening crunch.

Okuyasu would later swear he saw Keicho close his eyes as the bear fell on him, looking at peace for the first time in years.

The bear snuffled around a moment as its adversary stopped moving, then itself staggered and slumped into the water. Keicho’s arrow littered its body like porcupine quills, and it gave a last shuddering breath before it was still.

Okuyasu, now bleeding yet again from the bear’s claws and teeth marks on his skin, gave a broken sob and lurched forward. His brother’s body was still, half pinned under the monster bear, his head beneath the uncaring water. Oku splashed closer, hoarsely calling his brother’s name. He fell to his knees by his brother’s head, cradling it in his lap and trying to bring it above the water. He helplessly noticed that no bubbles were coming from his brother’s nose, no signs of life apparent, and clung to Keicho’s head, crying quietly.

The stream, now calm after the fight, burbled onwards, carrying away the blood and tears of the Nijimura brothers, and the lifeblood of the downed bear.

After what could have been an eternity, but equally could have been just a minute, Okuyasu began to hear voices nearing him. He raised his head, eyes and cheeks puffy from tears and head starting to throb with what he could only assume would be a terrible headache.

Maybe I used my brain to much today, he mused, then blinked as he saw the source of the voices round a big tree. It was the healer and — his companion? He was alive??

The taller healer saw Okuyasu and let out an excited yell, right as Okuyasu burst into fresh sobs. Both the tall healer and his small friend shared a concerned glance and rush to Okuyasu’s side; that only made him sob harder. When was the last time he had been comforted when he was crying? Keicho just used to smack him when he got too loud; at best, he would ignore Okuyasu and let him cry. But now, these two people were — and he had —

He faced the small boy (maybe man? He had boyish features, but some scratchy facial hair lead Okuyasu to think that maybe he wasn’t as young as originally thought), who looked alarmed at having a hulking, bawling, near-murderer give him any attention — and he started to apologize.

“I’m s-s-s-so sorry my brother almost killed you!! I should’ve stopped him, but I — I’m so stupid I couldn’t even tell him not to—!!” He lifted a hand off his brother’s chest and weakly reached out to the apprentice, who gracefully grasped it and tried to shush him, assuring him it was all right, he was fine now, and Josuke shouldn’t you do something about his bleeding?

Oku blinked, hiccuping as his tears slowed. “My name’s not Josuke, ‘m Oku?” He was, thankfully, observant enough to notice that the tall healer had moved to his other side, so he didn’t jump out of his skin when the other chuckled, shaking his head as he dug through a bag Okuyasu hadn’t noticed he was holding.

“My name is Josuke; that’s Koichi, my apprentice. And you’re… Oak-u, you said?” Okuyasu nodded, and as the two healers started discussing something with far bigger words than Okuyasu was used to, he suddenly found himself in a situation where he didn’t know what to do next. He had already apologized, the two— Josuke and Koichi, apparently— were fine, the bear was dead… and so was Keicho. He supposed he should bury him? He remembered, back when he and Keicho had lived with their old village, that there was some custom about…setting them on fire? He glanced around and, seeing all the trees around, firmly decided against it. Custom or not, he didn’t feel good about potentially setting the forest on fire.

He felt someone place a hand on his shoulder and turned, opening his mouth to ask what?, instead finding his lips occupied with another vial. Josuke’s fierce blue eyes brooked no argument and Okuyasu meekly drank the liquid. As before, he could feel an improvement as soon as he finished the draught, though not as intense as an arrow-wound healing completely. He was going to ask if Josuke was maybe a witch, or some other kind of magician, when the smallest among them spoke.

“Is it…dead?”

Oku saw Koichi glancing nervously at the bear, and gave a raspy chuckle. “Either it’s dead or playing the longest game of chicken I’ve ever seen,” he paused for a moment, before turning his head to face Josuke. “Oi, is… uh, do you know where I can bury my brother?”

The healer’s eyes then lit on the body under the water, Oku still cradling his head. His eyebrows jumped and he scrambled to his feet, once again reaching for his bag. Okuyasu waved him off, giving a mirthless laugh.

“No, no, don’t waste your supplies,” he traced his brother’s face lightly, brushing his eyelids more closed. “He’s been gone for a while.”

Oku sat up and began patting his body to check for wounds. Hmm, it felt like a rib or two was broken, and he didn’t like how his left ankle felt as he tested it, but aside from those all his other wounds didn’t feel too deep anymore. At least, not deep enough that he was lightheaded from blood loss. He got to his feet a little shakily, gently moving Keicho’s head to rest on the stream bed, and stuck his arm out to the taller healer, who was still crouched next to the bear and his brother. Josuke blinked his (really, amazingly blue) eyes in confusion, but just as Oku was beginning to feel like maybe he had overstepped and this healer might not want to touch the man who had been fighting him just a few minutes earlier, and his hand started to retract, the healer shot a hand out and grasped his.

Oku must have winced as he heaved the man upright, because suddenly the healer’s eyes narrowed and he stepped closer, starting the same patting routine Oku had just gone through himself. Okuyasu sucked in a breath as Josuke patted just a tad too fiercely on one of his (probably, definitely broken) ribs and the healer’s gaze shot up, scrutinizing him carefully. Oku gently brushed the hands away, giving a nervous little smile.

“I—I should get going. Got a brother to bury. And you guys should probably, uh, go back to your home.” he guestured to the bear. “You guys can have the bear? The fur’ll probably be nice to have, what with winter coming soon, and bear meat ain’t half bad if you cook it right…” Okuyasu trailed off in confusion, watching for a moment as Josuke’s hands continued to pat around his torso and arms. After a beat of silence, Josuke finally glanced up and met Oku’s eyes. The healer froze, then sheepishly drew back his hands.

“Sorry? Habit, I guess. Are you sure you don’t want me to…?” He guestured to Oku’s ribs.

Oku, in turn, shook his head and glanced away, sizing up the bear and its position pinning his brother below the water. He patted his ribs subconsciously, wondering how he would be able to move the behemoth if they really were broken. “No, thank you, I don’t think I should bother you any longer,” he shot a lopsided grin to Josuke, the scars on his face tightening and pulling with the movement, “you’ve already been nicer to me than I think anyone else I’ve ever met,”

The healer’s face did something, but the expression was gone before he could ask about it, and then he was talking again so Oku couldn’t be bothered to focus on a micro-expression.

“Can I at least get your name? Your full name?” Josuke asked.

Oku was too surprised to think of why that may be a bad idea, so instead he simply said “Okuyasu Nijimura,” and the healer nodded to himself, mouthing the name quietly, before he turned back and stuck out his hand.

“Josuke Higashikata, village healer, at your service.” Oku stuck his own hand out, starting to say that, as nice as Josuke had been and as wonderful as it was that he was offering his services, Oku really hoped they never met again because he had a bad taste in his mouth from attacking an innocent civilian and a healer, but he never finished his thought as Josuke yanked him within range as soon as their hands were clasped, and delivered a swift uppercut to his chin, effectively knocking him unconscious.

[linkemon]

Crazy, noisy, bizzare town (Higashikata Jōsuke x Reader)

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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ], ʜɪɢᴀꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜꜱᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛɪʀꜱ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴊᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴᴅꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ 90ꜱ. ɪ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ.

Mori-Mori-Mori-Mori Morioh Cho Radio! This is your favourite neighbour Kai Harada! It's going to be a beautiful, sunny morning. Remember to bring hats and a bottle of water. I wish everyone a tasty coffee accompanied by the best songs from the top of playlists. We'll see you again in an hour. The topic of the day will be the mysterious disappearances of dogs. Stay with us!

Yoshikage Kira stretched. Satisfied, he reached for a cup of dark brown liquid. He took a sip of the pleasantly hot liquid. It burned his tongue a little but that's what he loved. He glanced at the clock. He still had a few minutes to go. As a decent office worker, he did not allow himself to be late.

He thought about what he heard on the radio. Undoubtedly, some stand user has just attracted attention. He smiled happily. This will only distract any attention from him. It was going to be another great day.

— Come on, honey — he said caressingly.

He grabbed a delicate hand, twisted his nose at the rotten stench. The hand was almost completely dead. He sprayed it with flower spray, grabbed his briefcase and left. He will have to find a new woman. But that could wait. Leaning out at this point could end badly. So he went to the office, hugging his beloved.

***

[Reader] rushed out the school door, clutching her bag tightly. She almost hit a young middle school student. She waited impatiently for the bell to ring and then she was detained after class. No matter how hard she tried, she was fifteen minutes late.

The heat in Morioh was becoming unbearable. The stronger the sun shone, the more tourists came. And that meant ice cream prices were going up. Recently, she and boys found a place where they could get them quite cheaply. In the afternoon, the best ones were often already sold out. Therefore, it was necessary to run as fast as possible.

— [Reader], what's taking you so long? — Okuyasu kicked a pebble impatiently.

— Were you attacked by an enemy stand? — Kōichi looked at her. — Just a moment and we would go looking for you.

— I'm fine. — She waved her hand dismissively. — It's all Kūjō-san's fault.

Higashikata smiled widely when he saw her. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. He was slightly confused, as he always was when she showed him affection in public places. Immediately afterwards, however, he eagerly grabbed her hand and they headed towards the store.

— But what does Mr. Kūjō have to do with you being late? — Nijimura never thought too fast.

The only time he really shined was in fights. Apart from them, he couldn't be expected to handle something his brother always did for him. Now that he had only his father left, he had to rely on his friends. The girl sometimes wondered how he would cope without them.

However, JoJo immediately understood what she meant. He sighed softly and muttered the customary: Yare yare greato daze. He didn't like the situation they were in either. They couldn't do anything with it. As usual, it all came down to Yoshikage Kira and the danger hanging in the air.

— I was late because Shizuka-san asked me to set her up with Jōsuke. You have no idea how difficult it was to get her off. All because your uncle — she pointed an accusing finger at her boyfriend — forbade us to show anyone that we were together.

— I'd rather not hide it either — he admitted — but I guess we don't have a choice.

— You aren't hiding now. — Okuyasu scratched his head thoughtfully.

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind.

— Because he was only talking about school, so technically we're not breaking the ban at all — [Reader] blurted out.

She high-fived her 'partner in crime'. They had always shared a clever way of dealing with life's awkward situations. Lately, it had come in handy more often than they would have liked.

The heat pouring from the sky was becoming more and more noticeable. She was glad to be walking on the side of the sidewalk where the trees sheltered her. On the right, JoJo was blocking the sun. With his height, he created a perfect shadow the entire way.

When they saw the store, they rushed towards it. There was a nice cool air conditioning coming from inside. For a moment they just stood and breathed in the beneficial, cold air.

— Who pays today? — Hirose asked the usual question.

The three of them turned their eyes towards Higashikata. It was his turn.

— I don't have money anymore. — He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

— You've just won the lottery! What did you spend that money on? — The short friend looked at him in disbelief.

— My mother froze my account until I was an adult — he sighed.

One million six hundred and sixty-six thousand and six hundred and sixty-six yen had been floating around in his head for two weeks. It was useless to follow Shigechi across half the city. When he finally got the check, Tomoko said she wouldn't let him spend that much money. So he said goodbye to the vision of luxury.

— Fortunately, my father can't take my money. — Nijimura laughed and went inside with Kōichi.

The building was tiny. Four people couldn't fit in it. Maybe that's why the prices are so low. It's also possible that the old man behind the counter simply didn't know much about business.

The girl leaned against the building. There was no one on the street. Most people were at work at this time. Tourists marched to the beach, and school students returned home.

A quiet footstep broke the undisturbed silence. She glanced at the direction it was coming from. A tiny dog ​​was running across the road. Luckily for it, there were no cars. It had a red collar that jingled softly with every step. The white chihuahua moved its paws as fast as it could.

It was only after a while that she noticed the owner chasing him. The breathless woman stopped in front of her. She recognized her as a distant neighbour. She was holding the leash. The hair on her head was already starting to turn gray. By wearing a pencil skirt and high boots, she doomed herself to failure. In such an outfit, she had no chance of catching the animal.

— Have you seen my dog? — she asked, then described his appearance.

JoJo nodded.

— It ran through here a moment ago. — He pointed in the direction.

— How did she get up so quickly? Where did he get so much strength from? — she muttered.

[Reader] exchanged a knowing look with Jōsuke. It wasn't right to leave her in need. There went the quiet afternoon.

— We might help you look for her? — she suggested.

— It would be great. Her name is Kiki. — She left her phone number and then ran away.

They had quite a run in the heat before them.

***

The girl sent Butterfly ahead. Sometimes she wished she could, like her boyfriend, just punch the enemy. The group of butterflies was great for searching and tracking. However, it could not replace the brutal strength that even Star Platinum had at its disposal. The Joestar family always said that power is only as good as its user. Yet throwing a colourful insect at someone could only disgust them. The only advantage was the distance at which she could control the stand. Fifty meters usually happened with self-controlled entities.

When she finally managed to pick up the trail, she followed him with Higashikata. The other two separated fifteen minutes ago, hoping to find Kiki on the other side of the intersection. They didn't want to waste time. Especially since the whole thing smelled strongly of mysterious disappearances of animals from the area. They called Mr. Kūjō from a nearby payphone to let him know how things were going, and went deeper into the forest.

At first the route looked promising. The wide, beaten path through the trees looked familiar. Sometimes they went for walks here. However, the further they went, the more they had to stray from the well-traveled trail. The soft ground was covered with green needles and moss. The trees cast ominous shadows among the low bushes. They grew more and more densely. The couple stopped running. It became impossible. They responded to every sound of a breaking branch or slight breeze with readiness to attack.

That's why they lost the dog again. She must have gotten far enough away that the butterflies couldn't see her. They came back and started circling around the owner.

So they continued heading in the direction Kiki had been heading before. Morioh is a small town. They should be able to walk through the forest within an hour and come out on the other side. As long as they don't get lost.

— Did you hear that? — [Reader] stopped for the first time in a long time.

She sincerely hoped her ears weren't deceiving her. The rustling of the leaves seemed to increase.

JoJo didn't answer. Slowly and quietly he looked around. He summoned Crazy Diamond and waited.

Butterfly flew forward and stopped nearby. A boar was roaming under one of the spreading trees. For a moment it seemed to be looking for food. It snorted quietly and put its snout to the ground. But when it raised its fangs, it turned towards the travelers. It was as if it had been looking for them all along.

— Back away slowly — she whispered, trying to get out of the boar's way.

But it didn't help. A war cry announced a murderous charge. Several dozen kilograms rushed towards them.

Jōsuke spotted a tree with low-growing branches. Without thinking, he started climbing, aided by his stand. [Reader] wasn't doing that well. The bark tore her fingers until they bled. She mentally cursed her stupid uniform skirt. That's why she was doing so poorly. The boy grabbed her hand just in time. Just after she had safely grabbed onto the thick trunk, the boar hit the wood. Splinters fell. The world staggered slightly for a moment.

— Crazy Diamond!

A purple fist met a brown snout. One attack wasn't enough. Slightly stunned, the animal turned and charged again. Higashikata waited for it to run up and then rained down a barrage of blows on it. It was moments like these that he regretted that his range was only two meters. He had to go lower, risking a close encounter with the fangs.

The tired, battered boar finally gave up. With its tail between its legs, it limped as far away as he could.

— Do you think they are under protection?

— Is that really what you're worried about now? — [Reader] laughed in disbelief.

— I don't have money for a fine. — He rubbed his temple thoughtfully.

Suddenly something white flashed in the bushes.

— Over there! — she shouted, pointing in the direction.

She clumsily slid down the tree and ran towards where she saw movement. She stepped straight into the mud almost immediately. Or at least that's what she preferred to think. She didn't want to assume the worst. Brown, smelly goo stuck to the shoe. Wiping the nasty stuff in the letter didn't do much good. She cursed quietly under her breath.

At least she finally found it.

— There you are, Kiki. — She slowly extended her hand towards her.

The Chihuahua tentatively sniffed her fingers. She nuzzled her trustingly. Satisfied, she took her in her arms. JoJo shouted something but she didn't hear him. She immediately felt a terrible pain in her ear. Blood flooded her eye. Instinctively she reached out her hand towards it. The red liquid was flowing at an alarming rate. Only then did she realize that the dog had bitten her.

— You damn…— She didn't finish the sentence.

The little enemy attacked the ankle. She didn't look down. She was afraid that she would throw up her breakfast at the sight of flesh.

Jōsuke caught Kiki struggling and healed her wounds with Crazy Diamond. However, the momentary peace did not last long. They saw a man in strange fur. Immediately afterwards, a snake rushed towards the boy with stunning speed. He managed to catch it but the two deadly fangs left tiny red wounds. It hurt. He knew he didn't have much time. He squeezed the reptile tightly. The stand user had no choice. He separated himself and stood before them. Higashikata held him by the throat to be sure. Enough that he couldn't move. However, this caused the animal to slip away and crawl away into the trees.

— Don't hurt me! — the enemy squeaked thinly. — You need me. Only I ca-ca-can bring him back. Without the antidote, you'll die from the v-v-venom — he stammered.

JoJo frowned. He always did this when he was worried. This didn't happen often. But now he wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't heal himself. This was the biggest drawback to his power. He had to endure every injury like a normal person.

— We don't need you at all — [Reader] said in a firm voice. — You didn't notice but I chased you to the edge of the forest.

The opponent looked back in panic.

— I also sent butterflies to find Kūjō-san. He'll be here in a minute and it's only ten minutes to the hospital. We'll make it. — She smiled defiantly.

— It can't be... you mean you did it when I was a wild boar? — His eyes widened.

— I'm the one asking the questions here. Who are you? Did Kira's father send you here? — [Reader] stuck her finger into his chest.

— My name is Ka-Ka-Kameko Hiroto — he sobbed. — Yoshihiro-san said I can do whatever I want. He called me a coward because I refused to kill people. I was too a-a-afraid.

The girl looked at him more closely. She seemed to recognize him from somewhere. However, the brown hair, small blue eyes and plain face brought no answer. In Morioh you knew almost everyone, unless they were tourists. The coat attracted the most attention. It consisted of fur pieces. Brown, black, white and gray. Dotted and spotted. They created a strange composition. The longer she looked, the more she felt sick. This is where all the missing dogs from Morioh were. He wore them as hideous clothes.

Hiroto had loved 'One Hundred and One Dalmatians' since he was a child. Every evening, his mother took a worn-out book from the shelf. There were also many others on the bookcase but she read this one to him every day. Otherwise, he simply wouldn't fall asleep. He knew the words by heart. He could recite them at every moment. Any time of day and night.

When he grew up, he started breeding fur ferrets. He studied hard, so he was accepted as an employee in a well-known and respected company. All this to look like Cruella De Vil, his idol. He wanted to create his own coat. Even if it couldn't be with white and black dots. However, it turned out that it was not that simple. He only managed to steal one piece of leather. The business was looked after with the greatest caution. He was fired pretty quickly for financial losses and animal abuse.

Bitter and angry, he moved to Morioh. The small, quiet town was supposed to give him peace. Here, where no one knew him, he decided to forget about his dream. He blended in with the crowd, toiling at the grocery store around the corner. He also rented a tiny apartment and found a fiancée. So he lived a normal life. Until fate gave him a chance — a stand that allowed him to take on the role of animals and control them. Desire overshadowed reason.

— Mercy! — he howled.

Kameko felt salty drops running down his face. Snot was coming out of his nose. He couldn't even wipe it off. He felt terrible. Until now, he had managed to reconcile his passion with the life of an average person. He was so close to achieving his goal and finishing the outfit he dreamed of. He hated the two people in front of him. He sincerely hoped they would die. If not now, then later, at the hands of the city's best assassin.

For a moment he wanted to beg for mercy again. After all, even if that little shit was bluffing, they were almost out of the forest. They outnumbered him. The situation is terrible. But through his tears, he saw his chance. It was floating a few meters away. He could barely contain the smile that spread across his lips.

— Loosen your grip! I'm choking! — he wheezed as hard as he could.

He knew it would work. He met JoJo once in a store. He was actually a soft man. Not like his creepy uncle. The only problem with him was that he never allowed you to owe a yen. He found this type of customer particularly annoying. It wouldn't save them if he let go sometimes. Because of it, he had to go to other cashiers. The brat probably had plenty of money anyway. After all, he was constantly buying hair care lotions. All the sprays and gels must have been quite an expense. Hiroto always thought it made no sense. The customer looked strange. He was wasting money.

— Just no tricks! — the boy warned him.

Kameko reached out with his mind towards a butterfly flying alone. Fate favored him by giving him this opportunity.

— Wild Animal! — He recalled his stand. — Bye, losers! Higashikata, someone must have hit you over the head once because you're a gullible idiot with a crap haircut! — He felt like he was on cloud nine shouting it.

Although he knew that he would not avoid abandoning Morioh but it was better than death. He will start over, somewhere far away. He will fly towards the blue sky and that's all they will see.

To his surprise, however, nothing happened. He should feel connected to his animal. Meanwhile, he was still stuck in Crazy Diamond's iron grip.

The girl held out her hand. The insect calmly sat on it.

— I had a feeling you might want to do that. Did you really think I would let any animal stay around? — The swallowtail butterfly flapped its wings. — I separated that butterfly from the group and changed its species while you weren't looking. You cannot bond with it because it is not a living organism. — She snapped her fingers. — Jōsuke, tell him something.

She saw that he wanted this very much. The Joestar family never left an opponent without a word. She found it funny but she didn't question the habits.

They had to hurry. The venom was slowly taking its toll. Beads of sweat ran down the back of his neck. His legs were starting to tremble slightly.

— First of all, you disrespected my girlfriend. — He pointed an accusing finger at him. — Secondly, you insulted my hair. This is unforgivable!

Crazy Diamond with a joyful Dora dora dora plunged his fist into Hiroto's face. There were screams, protests and pleas for help. However, they were of no use. After damaging his hair, Higashikata became extremely irritable. Blood was shed. It looked like it wouldn't end with a few broken teeth and a terribly bruised cheek.

However, he was interrupted by a quiet but firm voice:

— Yare yare daze.

In front of him, wearing his favourite hat, stood Mr. Kūjō. As always, he handled the situation with stoic calm. He didn't look happy.

JoJo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. It's true that he has to explain why he and [Reader] are together, since classes have ended a long time ago. However, he will deal with this later. The snake deprived him of his strength. He was barely holding himself together. After all, he could leave everything in the hands of others. He pushed his opponent into a tree. His head was now inside the trunk and his back was sticking out. Immediately after that, his strength left him and he fell to the ground.

Okuyasu and Hirose were the last to arrive. They panicked when they saw their friend's condition. They offered to watch the bastard until the Speedwagon Foundation took him over. They had no doubt that the Star Platinum user would be better able to transport the patient to Budogaoka Hospital. They also called Kiki's owner.

[Reader] shuffled after the older man.

— Don't look at me like that. It's embarrassing — she muttered.

She still couldn't understand how he was so different from the boy he carried on his back. It was hard to read anything in his eyes. No emotions.

— Good job — he said quietly.

She smiled. You couldn't count on more from him.

— But will we still get the lecture? — she asked.

There was a slight chance that they would get away with it. She allowed herself to dream.

— Yare yare daze.

— So we're screwed. — Resigned, she left the forest.

She looked up. The sun was already setting on the horizon. Purple mixed with pink, orange and yellow. The colours painted a beautiful picture. The heat of the day slowly faded away. A light sea breeze blew invitingly. Tourists covered in sand were returning from the beach. They gave her curious glances but said nothing. But the neighbours picked her up faster than she would have liked to tend to her remaining wounds. She had to leave her boyfriend in the hands of her uncle. However, she had no doubt that they would soon be able to spend a quiet afternoon with their friends. She was going to get the ice cream on sale no matter what.

Still, it was a good day in a crazy, noisy, bizzare town.

***

Landmarks in Morioh:

No. 31 — Haunted Forest — Locals claim that dangerous animals live there. There is also a Tree Spirit roaming around there. Sometimes on hot summer afternoons you can hear his desperate screams and calls for help.

[art-is-the-life]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIYOMI

Kiyomi knew something was up. Her friends were acting too strange, even for them.

It was Sunday, March 12th, and just so happened to be her seventeenth birthday, and instead of the usual lazy morning hangouts at Josuke's or the arcade, they were practically dragging her out for a 'casual stroll' through Morioh. Josuke, usually a picture of laid-back nonchalance, kept glancing at her with a nervous twitch in his eye. Okuyasu, bless his heart, was practically vibrating with poorly concealed excitement, his usual booming laughter reduced to awkward, high-pitched giggles. And Koichi, ever the composed one, was stuttering over his words, his face flushed a shade of crimson that rivaled his Sunday best.

Typically, their Sunday mornings were a relaxed affair, a welcome break from the school week. Today, however, there was an unsettling tension, punctuated by the occasional, suspiciously timed cough or a muttered,”Oh, look, a… a cloud” from Okuyasu, who then proceeded to stare intently at a perfectly clear patch of blue sky.

Kiyomi raised an eyebrow, her deep blue eyes narrowing slightly. “Is there something you guys want to tell me?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful suspicion as they walked past the quiet, Sunday-morning shops.

Josuke flinched, nearly tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. “Tell you? Nah, nothing! Why would we—?” He cut himself off, his eyes darting to Okuyasu, who was now attempting to hum a tune that sounded suspiciously like a frantic alarm clock.

Koichi, bless his soul, tried to salvage the situation. “We were just… enjoying the… the tranquil Sunday morning!” he declared, waving his hand vaguely towards the peaceful, almost empty street. “Yes, the tranquility is very… tranquil today.”

Kiyomi bit back a smile. They were terrible at this. Absolutely terrible. “Right,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “The tranquility. So… tranquil.”

She could feel Everlong stirring within her, a faint shimmer of blue light beneath her skin. Its multifaceted eyes, normally a deep, reflective silver, were now flickering with hints of green and gold, mirroring the chaotic energy of her friends. It was as if her Stand was also amused by their clumsy attempts at secrecy, especially on this normally peaceful day.

“You know,” she continued, her voice light,”I have a feeling something's going on. And I also have a feeling that whatever it is, it's going to be… disrupting the tranquil Sunday morning.”

Josuke’s shoulders slumped, and he gave Okuyasu a betrayed look. “We're blowing it, aren't we?” he muttered, his Sunday outfit a bit too formal for their usual hangouts.

Okuyasu shrugged, his expression a mixture of confusion and resignation. “I thought I was doing pretty good with the humming."

Koichi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just… just try to act normal until we get to the park," he pleaded. "Maybe we can salvage this before we get there."

Kiyomi chuckled, a low, amused sound. “Oh, I wouldn't dream of ruining your fun," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm looking forward to seeing how much more you can disrupt this peaceful Sunday.”

They continued their 'casual stroll,' though it was more of a tense, awkward shuffle. The park loomed ahead, its normally inviting expanse now seeming like a stage for some elaborate, poorly rehearsed play. As they approached, Kiyomi noticed Okuyasu’s eyes darting around like a trapped fly, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced with a frantic energy.

“So,” Kiyomi began, her voice casual, “What’s the plan for this… ‘stroll’ anyway? Are we expecting to see a rare bird? Or perhaps a philosophical debate with the pigeons?”

Josuke’s eyes widened, and he stammered, “Uh, no, just… enjoying the fresh air! Yeah, the air is really… fresh today.”

“Especially near the park,” Okuyasu added, his voice a little too loud. “There’s, uh, a lot of… air here.”

Kiyomi raised an eyebrow. “A lot of air? That’s specific. Is there something special about this ‘air’?”

Before either of them could respond, a high-pitched squeak echoed from a nearby alleyway. A small, wiry figure stumbled out, their hands outstretched. “Floating! Everything must float!” a nasally voice cried.

It was a Stand User, a rather pathetic one, whose Stand seemed to be making small objects hover a few inches off the ground. A discarded soda can wobbled in the air, followed by a handful of leaves.

“Oh, great,” Josuke muttered, rubbing his temple. “Just what we needed.”

“Floating?” Okuyasu tilted his head, his expression a mix of confusion and mild curiosity. “What’s the point of that?”

The Stand User, seemingly oblivious to their presence, focused on making a nearby newspaper float. “The point is… chaos! And… floating!”

Suddenly, the newspaper, along with a few stray pebbles, began to rise, followed by Okuyasu’s shoelace. He yelped, trying to stomp his foot, but only succeeded in making the lace float higher.

“Hey! What’s going on?” Okuyasu shouted, his voice laced with panic.

“It’s his Stand,” Koichi explained, his expression grim. “He’s making things float.”

Josuke sighed, “Well, this is just great timing.” He looked at Kiyomi. “Sorry, Kiyo-chan, we’ll take care of this quickly.”

As Josuke stepped forward, Kiyomi noticed Everlong’s eyes shifting, the shimmering silver now overlaid with a faint, iridescent blue. It was as if her Stand was preparing to adapt to the situation, even before she consciously decided to act.

“Wait,” she said, stepping in front of Josuke. “Let’s see what we can do with this.”

She extended her hand, and a faint blue aura shimmered around her. “Everlong,” she whispered.

Everlong manifested, its sleek, metallic form shimmering in the Sunday morning light. The Stand’s multifaceted eyes flickered, reflecting the chaotic floating objects. Then, with a subtle shift, the Stand’s form seemed to ripple, and the floating objects began to gently descend, as if being pulled down by an unseen force.

The Stand User gasped, their eyes wide with confusion. “Hey! What are you doing? I’m the one who makes things float!”

“Not anymore,” Kiyomi said, a playful smirk spreading across her face. “Looks like I’m the one who makes things… un-float.”

As the floating objects returned to the ground, Okuyasu’s shoelace plopped back onto his shoe. “Whoa! That was awesome, Kiyo-chan!” Okuyasu exclaimed.

Josuke, however, was staring at Kiyomi with a slightly panicked expression. “Kiyo-chan, you’re not supposed to be showing off your Stand right now!” He whispered.

Kiyomi’s smirk widened. “Oh? And why is that?” She asked, her voice dripping with playful innocence. “Is there something I’m not supposed to see?”

Josuke's face flushed a deeper shade of red. He glanced nervously at Koichi, who was now discreetly trying to blend into a nearby tree, and then at Okuyasu, who was staring at the defeated Stand User with wide-eyed admiration.

“Well, uh… it’s just that…” Josuke stammered, “We wanted to, you know, have a… a chill day. And Stand fights tend to… un-chill things.”

“Un-chill things?” Kiyomi repeated, her smirk widening. “Is that what you call it when someone tries to turn the entire park into a floating circus?”

The defeated Stand User, still bewildered, muttered, “I was going to make the pigeons float, too…”

Kiyomi ignored him, focusing on Josuke. “So, a ‘chill day’ that involves us being attacked by a floating enthusiast? Sounds… thrilling.”

Koichi, realizing he couldn't hide behind the tree forever, stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Kiyomi, we just… we wanted to avoid any unnecessary distractions. It’s… it’s a special day.”

“Special?” Kiyomi raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Like, ‘my friends are acting super weird and trying to hide something’ special?”

Okuyasu, bless his heart, couldn't take the tension any longer. “It’s a surprise party!” he blurted out, his voice echoing through the quiet Sunday morning.

Josuke groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Okuyasu!”

Koichi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, there goes the surprise.”

Kiyomi’s eyes widened slightly, though she quickly regained her composure. “A surprise party?” she asked, her voice laced with mock surprise. “For me? On my birthday? How… unexpected.”

She paused, letting the silence hang in the air. Then, she grinned. “You guys are terrible at this, you know that?”

Josuke looked up, his face still flushed. “We tried!”

“Tried?” Kiyomi chuckled. “You were practically spelling it out in neon lights. ‘Hey, Kiyomi, we’re hiding something! But don’t look!’”

She looked around, her gaze landing on the park entrance. “So, where is this ‘surprise’ party? Is it hiding behind those bushes? Or are the pigeons throwing me a floating fiesta?”

As she said this, a small gust of wind blew through the park, rustling the leaves of the trees. From behind a thick cluster of bushes, a stray balloon, a bright, cheerful pink, escaped, floating lazily into the air.

Kiyomi pointed at the balloon, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think I found it.”

Josuke, Koichi, and Okuyasu exchanged defeated glances. “Well,” Josuke said, shrugging, “I guess we might as well just show you.”

With a collective sigh, they led Kiyomi towards the bushes, revealing a small, makeshift party setup. A few balloons, a table with a cake, and a scattering of brightly colored streamers.

“Happy birthday, Kiyo-chan!” Okuyasu exclaimed, his usual cheerful grin returning.

“Happy birthday, Kiyomi,” Koichi said, offering a small, wrapped gift.

Josuke, still slightly flustered, stepped forward, his eyes meeting hers. “Yeah, happy birthday, Kiyo-chan. We… we hope you like it.”

Kiyomi looked at the party setup, then back at her friends. A genuine smile spread across her face. “You know,” she said, her voice soft, “I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

She walked towards the table, her eyes lingering on the slightly lopsided cake. It was a simple sponge cake, decorated with bright, colorful frosting and a scattering of fresh strawberries. A single, slightly crooked candle stood in the center, a testament to Okuyasu’s enthusiastic but clumsy decorating skills.

“Did you guys make this?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

“We all helped!” Okuyasu declared, puffing out his chest. “Josuke did the frosting, Koichi arranged the strawberries, and I… I put in the candle!”

Josuke rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, well, Okuyasu might have ‘helped’ a little too much with the frosting,” he admitted, gesturing towards a particularly thick glob of pink frosting.

Kiyomi chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice sincere.

Koichi stepped forward, offering her the wrapped gift. “I hope you like it. I wasn’t sure what to get you, but…”

Kiyomi carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a beautifully bound journal with a silver pen. “A journal?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah,” Koichi said, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I thought you could use it to write down your thoughts, or maybe… your Stand research notes.”

“That’s… that’s really thoughtful, Koichi,” Kiyomi said, her voice soft. “Thank you.”

Josuke, still slightly flustered, stepped closer, his eyes meeting hers. “We, uh… we also got you something else,” he said, gesturing towards a small, wrapped package on the table.

Kiyomi picked it up, her fingers tracing the ribbon. She unwrapped it, revealing a small, intricately crafted silver locket. Her breath caught in her throat.

“It’s… it’s beautiful,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the delicate design.

“We know you like stars,” Josuke said, his voice soft. “So we got you a locket with a star design. We thought you could keep it close to you.”

Kiyomi’s eyes filled with tears, though she quickly blinked them away. “You guys… you really shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

“We wanted to,” Okuyasu said, his voice earnest. “You’re our best friend, Kiyo-chan.”

Kiyomi looked at each of them, her heart swelling with warmth. “You guys are the best friends anyone could ask for,” she said, her voice filled with genuine affection.

She took a deep breath, composing herself. “Alright,” she said, her voice regaining its usual playful tone. “Let’s eat some cake before Okuyasu eats it all himself.”

As they gathered around the table, laughing and chatting, Kiyomi couldn’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming gratitude. Despite their clumsy attempts at secrecy, her friends had managed to create a perfect birthday celebration. And as she blew out the candle, she made a silent wish: that these moments, these friendships, would last forever.

[gyrospizzamozzarella]

HC‼️which flavor of jolly rancher i think the duwang gang would prefer!

josuke

he is DEFINITELY a watermelon guy. he is so silly and he just gives off the sweet watermelony vibes.

okuyasu

blue raspberry. i am right. he just is that kind of person.

koichi

i feel like cherry is a more sophisticated flavor and koichi is for sure the most mature one out of the group. it just suits him.

rohan

green apple. need i say more?

yukako

she is a grape gal. i feel like she is so unhinged to the point where she looks at something that is grape flavored and says, “yeah…that tastes good.” /hj (she is still an icon though dw)

mikitaka

orange. he is just such a silly little guy like that. (catching mikitaka eating something OTHER than tissues and probably windex is really rare but i feel like he would love citrus. it probably resembles the taste of the clorox wipes he eats /j)

OKAY THATS ALL THANK YOU<3

[phantom-clock]

do you have any jjba fic recs? :]

oh, i have been waiting for this question. I have so many recs.

·Starting off with: STARDUST CRUSADERS (mainly Jotakak, sorry lmao)

"You'll see what you want to see" by CassTheCringe on AO3 - I love love love this one! It's essentially just a really in character interaction between the team, very short and fun. I have to add though, there is quite a bit of foreshadowing for their inevitable fates which is gut wrenching. 4k words.

"He's bad news but i'm no better" by on AO3 - This. this right here. This is somehow PEAK jotakak despite being a gen fic, not intended to be slash. It's insane. This is an AU fic in which kakyoin arrives at the prison to kill jotaro before he has a chance to meet joseph and avdol. After various events, they proceed to leave to egypt together, kakyoin still sporting his fleshbud, and jotaro STILL convinced his stand is an evil spirit. It's great. 80.6k words. Jotakak? arguably? technically platonic?

"In the wrath of dawn" a collection by minamimaru on AO3 - Not sure how to describe this one, but it's a three parter in which kakyoin deals with having been conditioned to fear sunlight by Dio when he lived within his mansion. Interesting idea, good execution. Total word count of 9.3k. Jotakak.

"stand by me" a collection by SourisWriter on AO3 - This one is fluff! It handles stand sentience, which is a concept i adore. In the words of the author: "Stand By Me is series exploring how Star Platinum's and Hierophant Green's unique actions intersect with the steadily evolving relationship between Jotaro and Kakyoin." Total word count of 12k. Jotakak.

"Creep" by Rigmaroler on AO3 - A fun and short oneshot partially told from the perspective of jotaro and kakyoin's classmates after they return from Cairo. Just them being inexplicably odd. 3k words. Jotakak.

"Facets" by Cosmic_dandelion on AO3 - Probably one of my favorite explorations of jotaro and kakyoin's relationship. A 5+1 fic in which jotaro tries to learn more about kakyoin after the yellow temperance fight. I also really like this author's take on kakyoin! 20k words. Jotakak. Background Avpol.

"It'll have to do" by CassTheCringe on AO3 - Kakyoin's scarf rips and he's bitchy about it. While still being in character. It's impressive on the writer's part. Jotaro mends it during the night. this CAN be read as either slash or gen, but i'll be tagging the ship anyway. 4k words. Jotakak.

·Now: DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE (there are definitely not as many fics here as i'd like there to be, especially not about the main gang, but i haven't been able to find much yet. might add to this later.)

"Walk with me/Try again" by CasstheCringe on AO3 - Warning for heavy themes. Read the tags. This one is genuinely incredible, this is a genuine hard recommend from me, it is so good. The summary, in the author's own words: "Part 4 AU where Kakyoin is alive but at a cost. As he figures out how to pay that cost, he tries to help wrangle the Morioh kids while also trying not to strangle Jotaro (it'd be nice if they could also learn how to communicate again too, but Kakyoin attempts to be realistic)." Jotaro and Kakyoin are NOT on good term in this one. 218k words. Pre jotakak.

"Caught somewhere in time" by ilikedolphins (nuinsli) on AO3 - Time loop fic centered around Jotaro. It's interesting. 14.5k words.

"Homebound" by Crowned_Ladybug on AO3 - This is very much found family, in which okuyas believes he has no family, until he finds out he does. Also, trans Okuyasu which is neat. Mainly just a character study, but i like it a lot. 3k words. Josuyasu. background jotakak. (in the author's own words, they refuse to write part 4 without kakyoin lmao)

"The Best-laid Plans" by deuil on AO3 - An insanely fun oneshot in which josuke really wants to see what jotaro's hiding under his hat. 4k words.

·Next up: GOLDEN WIND/VENTO AUREO

"Call it selfishness, call it fate" by BlueWonder on AO3 - Starting off incredibly strong with what may be genuinely my favorite fic for all of part 5. Warnings for heavy angst! read the tags! This is a time loop fic, my favorite trope, in which GER gives Giorno a second, third, fourth... chance to save his friends. It's great. Hard recommend. 24k words.

"Passione speedrun any percent (world record)" by nihilego on AO3 - I know you've already read this, but it's so good i wanted to leave this here for anyone who stumbles upon this list lmao. Essentially, a retelling of golden wind except giorno is the only one in the bucci gang with a stand. It's great. 17.8k words. Fugio. Bruabba.

"To love someone is firstly to confess: I am prepared to be devastated by you." a collection by heartstone on AO3 - In which Giorno is taken in by his savior as a child. 10.8k words.

"Riempire il vuoto" by ThisLittleViolet on AO3 - Probably my favorite Dhampir Giorno fic on ao3. Narancia is hit by an enemy stand that can starve someone to death in hours, the catch? this stand can be passed on to someone else if the one affected consents to it. Giorno is hesitant to take it. I think you can see where this goes. (also, interesting tidbit, the story occurs from Fugo's POV, which is fun). 13k words.

"Baby i'm a star" by DairyFarmer on AO3 - Okay. Gonna get this out of the way first. This does has a little bit of giomis. Which i'm personally not a fan of. But the rest of the fic is so good that i'll let it slide. This one is told from Bruno's point of view. Basically, giorno used GER to go back to where it all began and change things himself. Meanwhile, Bruno, as an outsider, is just ??? at the new boss that seems to favor so much for no apparent reason. 9.4k words. Giomis. (regrettably)

"Unbiased opinion/a boss who cares" by Melon_noodle_boi on AO3 - a fun fic in which, during an inspection on a passione team, giorno gets mistaken as a new recruit. He takes advantage of this to get n honest reading on how they work. It's fun. Great use of OCs . 19k words. Maybe giomis, not really, can be read as platonic thankfully.

"Blood is thicker" by JustAnotherFool on AO3 - Your basic dhampir Giorno reveal fic, still really good though. 9.5k words.

"Boys will be bugs" by sunflowergiorno on AO3 - "5 times Giorno Giovanna talks about bugs with the other members of Bucci's gang, and the ways he teaches his teammates to appreciate them--and is appreciated himself." This is a relationship study, and i really enjoyed it! 10k words.

"Weep, and you weep alone" by bagelistyping on AO3 - In which Giorno gets affected by a stand that causes time to stretch out and feel impossibly slow when the affected party is alone. Whump. 4.4k words.

"In the blood" by RainHarmonia on AO3 - Giorno thought he was just sick, turns out he's a dhampir. 3.8k words.

"Where is my mind?" by Balimaria on AO3 - Giorno is affected by a stand that brings out the deppest, most animalistic parts in people. Which kind of sucks when your dad was a vampire. 6.6k words.

·Finally: MISCELLANEOUS FICS THAT I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH OF FOR THEIR OWN SECTION

"Cards of fate" by RedThistle on AO3 - alright, i'm going to need you to trust me on this one. It's a JJBA x MCU crossover. It's a fun and simple 5+1 fic in which various mcu characters meet jjba characters and are just ??? about stands. It's great. Trust me. 6.9k words. Subtle josuyasu.

"Jojo's Bizarre engagement" by Mikomikono on AO3 - Your typical fake relationship fic, but make it caejose! The writing is fun, and the author definitely has the characters down. I still haven't finished this one, but it's great so far! 125k words. Caejose. Obviously.

[brainrotpot]

⤜♡ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ♡⤛

Hello! I am Gear, I am 21, and this is my writing blog. I primarily plan to write smut, but I will occasionally write fluff too.

DNI:

PROSHIPPERS, DREAMSMP STANS, MINORS, LOLI/SHOTACONS

Here is my masterlist! My requests are: closed!

⇀What I Will Write:

Smut

NonCon

DubCon

A/B/O (also known as Omegaverse)

Fluff

Platonic stuff

DISCLAIMER: Yes, I will write about terrible shit but I do not like the terrible shit that happens IRL.

ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: I am a gay transmasc dude, so my horny/romantic posts 99% of the time will be about men. I'd prefer not writing smuts for women (feels awkward bc i am not attracted to them) but I am not eliminating it off of the table.

⇁What I Will Not Write:

Incest+ Stepcest (I also block these posts/users on sight)

NSFW of minor/minor coded characters (please read my characters I won't write for list)

Scat/Shit

Watersports/piss

Vomit/basically any bodily fluid that isn't blood or cum

Minor x adult ships

Here is my list of characters I won't be writing for.

↬MY FANDOMS:

Team Fortress 2

JJBA Parts 4-6

Trigun Stampede

Pokemon SWSH/SV

Fire Force

Genshin

Honkai Star Rail

Stardew Valley

These are not all of them, but the ones I will probably be writing the most for.

↬ MY FAVES:

Genshin:

Baizhu, Beidou, Bennett, Chongyun, Diluc, Heizou, Freminet, Furina, Kaveh, Shinobu, Layla, Lyney, Neuvillette, Kokomi, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Venti, Wriothesley

HSR:

Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Hanya, Jingyuan, Lynx, March 7th, Misha, Sampo Koski, Silver Wolf, Topaz, Xueyi

JJBA:

Kira, Reimi, Rohan, Mikitaka, Okuyasu, Tonio, Yukako,

literally the main cast, Diavolo, Melone

literally the main cast again, Donatello, Pucci

PKMN:

SWSH: Allister, Avery ,Bede ,Gordie ,Leon, Marnie, Piers, Raihan, Rose

SV: Arven, Dendra, Grusha, Hassel, Jacq, Larry, Oretaga, Rika

FF:

Arthur, Benimaru, Joker, Shinra, Takeru, VIKTOR, Vulcan

Stardew:

Elliott, Penny, Sam, Shane, Sebastian

I currently do not have any consistent schedule planned! I also plan to mainly do oneshots, no long stories. Have fun reading!

[agsbf]

Faça um pedido (JJBA) + Masterlist

Aqui nesse blog você irá encontrar:

Au(s)

Fluff

Angústia

Platônico e romântico

X leitora (Desculpe, não escrevo para leitores masculinos.)

Oneshots (com algumas exceções)

Headcanons, fanfics e misto

Conteúdo yandere (Não com tanta frequência)

Infelizmente não posso oferecer:

Oc x Canon

Canon x Canon

NSFW

MASTERLIST: DEATH NO MORE:

Fique à vontade para solicitar uma fanfic dos seguintes personagens:

Tendência a porradaria:

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Karls

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

Suzie Q

Stardust Crusaders:

Jotaro Kujo

Noriaki Kakyoin

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Joseph Joestar (Pt 3)

Muhammad Avdol (escrevo Abdul)

Telence D'Arby

Daniel D'Arby

Mariah

N'doul

Oingo e Boingo (Platônico para o segundo)

Chaka

Iggy (Platônico):

O diamante é intakavel:

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijimura

Keicho Nijimura

Jotaro Kujo (Pt 4)

Mikitaka Hazekura

Yukako Yamagishi

Toshikazo Hazamada

Tonio trussardi

Toyohiro Kaneidachi

Masazo Kinoto

Rohan Kishibe

Vento Aureo:

Giorno Giovanna

Bruno Bucciarati

Leone Abbacchio

Narancia Chirga

Guido Mista

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

Polnareff (pt 5)

La Squadra [Todos os membros (inclusive Pesci), juntos ou separados, porém Sorbet e Gelato não entram na lista]

Stone Ocean:

Jolyne Cujoh

Hermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Narciso Anasui

Jotaro Kujo (pt 6)

Gwess

Johngalli A.

Só para esclarecer:

Caso esteja lendo esse post no futuro, é provável que tenha percebido que alguns personagens não são permitidos as solicitações, porém há fanfics minhas; isso é pelo fato de eu considerá-los difíceis de interpretar e escrever algo sobre em determinados cenários. Todavia não se desespere pequena gafanhota, confira minha masterlist (sujeita a adição constante de personagens.) para ver se já leu todos os conteúdos de seus personagens favoritos.

[gio-is-writing]

Saviour

Platonic Okuyasu x fem! Reader, hinted Josuke x fem! Reader

Gio writing anything but her request at this point, BUT this has been an idea in my head for MONTHS but I finally wrote it! I see having a friendship with your S/O’s friends really wholesome so we have a cute friend okuyasu being badass, we love to see it. I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: harrassing, some strong languaje, some violence and sausage octopuses

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(Y/N) locked her house front door and shoved her keys into her bag before walking her way to school. It was a normal occurrence for Japanese students to walk to and from school every day, some alone, some along with friends or even couples holding hands in the early morning. And that’s how normal mornings went with (Y/N), holding hands with Josuke on their way to school and sometimes even accompanied by his two best friends. 

But this morning wasn’t like most, Josuke called her last night to tell her he was sorry he wouldn’t make it to school tomorrow since he had some family businesses to attend. (Y/N) reassured him that she would be fine and thanked him for the notice. 

As (Y/N) walked along the sidewalk hearing the chipping of the birds she started to think back about her beloved boyfriend. They had been dating for just a couple months and she was still amazed on her ‘luck’ (or so she called it) to be dating such a cute and charming young man. (Y/N) had always been someone that didn’t really attract attention, the shy and quiet type for most people but even then, she got the famous delinquent attention. Crashing by accident outside of school she apologized profusely while he repeated ‘It’s alright!’ and Josuke being the ever flirty didn’t miss the opportunity, but (Y/N) shy nature made her try to get away as fast as possible. Meeting again on the school hallways the teenager was quick to recognize her and attempt on having a conversation with her over random topics, this continued for a few months until he finally confessed the growing feelings he had for (Y/N) who was already head over hills for him by then. 

But dating Josuke came with some new experiences as well, like unwanted attention from other female students that were after his heart ‘before her’ that never missed the opportunity to throw her nasty looks or the seniors who were also delinquents but would never square up to Josuke himself. Now, her boyfriend was always with her around school so these people were rarely a problem to her but again, today wasn’t like most days.

As she rounded the corner, she almost crashed face first into the chest of a senior. She stepped back in shock and bowed her head right away, apologizing. There stood three 3rd year students who smirked down at her, they were tall, not as much as Josuke or his friend Okuyasu but still as menacing as any delinquent around town. 

“What a surprise to see you alone cutie” the one that she almost crashed into spoke

“Yeah, where’s your precious boyfriend today huh?” said another

(Y/N) took a few steps back but they only seemed to get closer with smirks on their faces, she gulped as she hugged her bag into her chest. She was surrounded and it was as if Morioh was deserted at this hour, no one walked by and if being honest, its not like anyone would intervene anyway.

“I- I’m sorry, I need to get to class” as she tried to dodge and rush past them a heavy hand was placed on her shoulder pulling her back.

“Not so fast sweetheart” the third student slid his hand from her shoulder to her upped arm and tightened his hold there “No respect for your seniors?”

She visibly cringed at that, only Josuke called her sweetheart and hearing it from any man but him made her want to run away as fast as she could but the tightening grip her arm kept her in place.

“Please let me go” she said barely over a whisper, anxiety rising and trying her best not to tear up in fear.

“Now now, isn’t a little hot to wear a sweater?” the first guy tried to pull at the neck of her sweater but she flinched. Mornings were crisp when the sun was barely rising but as the sun got higher in the sky it started to get considerably warmer.

“Come on, you can take it off we don’t bite” reaching for her again and laughing among themselves she involuntarily whined, the grip on her arm persistent as they closed in on her

“What the fuck are you doing?” another voice spoke. It wasn’t the voice of her boyfriend but it was a voice that still comforted her in that moment.

“We are just having a little fun man” the one holding her laughed without looking at the owner of this new voice.

“Let go of her before I punch your teeth in, asshole” with the threat the students looked up to see Okuyasu standing just a few feet away, grip on his schoolbag tight from anger.

“Who do you think you a-“ Before another word could be said, the senior flew back from the force of Okuyasu’s punch. The others stepped back in shock and (Y/N) was quick to step behind her boyfriend’s friend. 

“What the-“ the one gripping his bleeding nose looked up again, the younger delinquent grabbed him by his uniform and pulled him up, close to his face.

“You bother (Y/N) again and I’ll make you bleed in more places than your nose, I don’t care who you are” Okuyasu said loud enough for the others to hear as well and letting go they scurried away like bugs.

(Y/N) stood there, eyes still glossy and hands shaking from the whole ordeal. Okuyasu turned back to her offering a friendly smile. She wasn’t exactly close to Josuke’s friends and the interactions she had with Okuyasu and Koichi were limited to when Josuke was around since he was the one pulling them all together but she always had a good laugh when joining them around.

“Hey (Y/N), are you alright? Did they hurt you?” he placed his arm over her shoulders as he started walking towards the school again.

“I-“ she stuttered as she adjusted her sweater “I’m okay, thank you Okuyasu” 

“No need to thank me!” he beamed “I don’t want anyone bothering any of my friends”

(Y/N) smiled shyly as that. She hadn’t gotten the opportunity to have a lot of conversations with her boyfriend’s friends but to hear him say she was his friend and not only his friend’s girlfriend made her happy.

“Hey Okuyasu, since Josuke is not coming to class today, would you like to have lunch together? I brought some extra food” Okuyasu’s eyes widened but so did his smile 

“I would love to (Y/N)!” he almost screamed “Say, do you have any of those sausage octopus?”

“Of course, they are my favorite!”

“What?! No way, Mine too!”

[beneathashadytree]

CHANCES - OKUYASU NIJIMURA X READER

Warnings : a few curse words, talk of low self-esteem, just wholesome teenage crushes, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff!

Word count : 1.6K words

Synopsis : After a disastrous first date, Okuyasu wants the ground to swallow him whole.

Requests : Are closed for the time being, but will be opened soon!

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Okuyasu wanted nothing more than to break down and cry---the only thing currently stopping him was the fact that he knew he must've made an already-terrible impression and shouldn't sully it even more.

It shouldn't have gone that way. His first date should never have been classified as an utter disaster, given just how damn excited he was to have even managed to get it in the first place... and yet here he was, gnawing on his lip anxiously, feeling his heart squeeze in his chest---and not in the usual adoring way it always did around his crush; no, the kind of way where he wants to throw up and just cry his eyes out.

After all, it had been a long and winding road before he could get to this place. He'd been not-so-secretly pining for them for longer than should've even been tolerable, keeping his overflowing emotions hidden in the deepest part of his heart for a multitude of reasons: the first being that rejection was almost definite, considering just how little he owned and how little he was and just how much he wasn't and lacked, and---come the near-impossibility that he wasn't brutally pushed away in disgust---fear of coming off too strong that he'd scare them away.

Yet somehow, by some sort of miracle (he could swear that he had a guardian angel looking out for him), his crush had shyly given him a brilliant smile, a look of unmistakable excitement on their face as they had accepted his blurted confession and invitation out for dinner. Their response had completely stunned him, and it almost felt like a fever dream the days leading up to their eventual meet-up at Tonio's.

Okuyasu had even dressed up in his finest shirt and pants, wanting to show just how much effort he was putting into this, with even a small bouquet in hand of flowers that he could barely afford. All of which were thoughtful gestures---had the weather not ruined everything.

On his way to pick them up from their place, the motorcycle he'd borrowed broke down, leaving him with no option but to park it to the side and resort to walking there---and that was when the downpour of rain had started. In all honesty, it wouldn't have been too terrible if he'd stuck to walking under awnings only, but the houses on their street hadn't a single shelter to provide for passers-by.

Thoroughly soaked to the bone within mere seconds, the icky feeling of his wet shirt sticking to his skin had him fiddling with the material, and in doing so, he'd accidentally slammed right into a lamppost, ending up with a bruised shoulder, a fair bunch of  scrapes, and the flowers all broken and half-dead. He'd never wished that he had Josuke's stand ability, but he sure as hell wished Shining Diamond was his at that moment.

He'd shown up at their door, pompadour slicked down to his face and a tight smile on his lips, but despite that, they hadn't expressed more than the initial surprise, before asking him over and over if he was still okay with continuing the date in that weather---and he'd insisted things were going fine, a half-lie that turned into a complete one when his date broke the soul of their shoe as they tripped over a protruding sewer cover in the road, resulting in them ruining their sharp attire that clearly must've taken them a long while to prepare.

As if things couldn't take a matter for the worse, Tonio had shown his disgruntlement when they pushed the doors open, wet as dogs and probably looking like a pair of ragamuffins. Though the Italian hadn't said anything (perhaps Okuyasu's face betrayed just how terribly he would take any words given to him at the moment), his look was enough to cause his date to shift awkwardly in their half-broken shoes, looking more sheepish than anything as they wobbled up to their designated table.

Hoping to salvage the date in any way possible, he'd tried to engage in small talk, which had indeed lit up their beautiful eyes, soon developing into fully-fledged conversations. Though Okuyasu knew his voice had always been coarse, they had sweetly smiled at him and listened as though it were the sweetest honey over silk, and he'd had wistful hopes that perhaps he'd managed to make this date a tolerable one---hopes that were instantly destroyed the moment his overenthusiasm while talking had led to him accidentally stabbing his dish just a little too hard and causing it to shatter into pieces.

They had jumped a little at the sight and sound of both the breakage and Tonio's extensive scolding, but things got miles worse when Okuyasu decided in a panic to use The Hand to completely eradicate the shards' existence, and he had no idea how to explain the sudden disappearance to his gaping date who sat there unblinking at the clean---and now bare---tablecloth. If it hadn't been for the chef snapping at him and scolding him for his carelessness, in turn distracting his date who tried to console him, he wouldn't have been able to avoid immensely messy explanations.

Though they'd tried to reassure him that things were fine after his plate had been replaced, Okuyasu's mood had certainly been too dampened to even give them more than a gloomy hum, feeling his throat clog up.

That feeling only got worse as he carefully walked them down the street, hobbling and trying to avoid the puddles left behind after the rain had stopped. He couldn't articulate; couldn't find the right words to say after such a disastrous day out. More than sure that he'd ruined his only chance with the person he'd grown to be so enamored by and had been watching nervously from afar for so long, he chose to stay silent instead, and avoid any further embarrassment.

"Okuyasu?" they gently called out to him, pulling him from his thoughts and causing him to look at them standing in front of their front door, "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt somewhere else and are just hiding it, did you?"

"Oh," he paused in his steps, shaking his head, "No. Thank you for asking."

They clicked their tongue, before glancing at him once again, taking in his ruffled form, "Something's on your mind. Have I done something to upset you?"

"No!" he instantly cried out, turning his head so fast he nearly got whiplash, "You've done absolutely nothing wrong, I promise you."

"Then what's wrong?" they asked, a small and even adorable frown on their face, "You haven't said much since dinner, if anything at all."

"I just," he inhaled sharply, clenching his fists as he came to a stop, squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke up, his voice slightly wavering while mustering the courage, "I only had one shot, and I blew it. I know I don't have much in me to be able to keep you around after a shitty first date that you probably hated more than any other day in your life," he swallowed thickly, feeling himself tear up at his words, "You probably hate me, and I honestly can't blame you for it. There wasn't a single good thing about today, which really sucks because," he breathed out a wobbly mocking laugh, his nails digging into his palms as he did, "Goddamn, do I like you a lot. And now you---mph!"

His eyes flew wide open, shock causing him to still in his place as they silenced him with a kiss. It barely lasted a few seconds, and it was as chaste and innocent as he'd ever dreamed, but the moments their lips met, he near damn melted. He could see, in how their eyes were scrunched up in concentration, and in how their palms rested on his scarred cheeks, how much thought they'd put into this heartachingly warm action.

And when they pulled away, he was positive he looked as starstruck as he felt.

"I like you a hell lot too," they smiled, even though their cheeks were a little flushed, "I don't care about what you can offer me or any of that crap. All I care about is who you are and how you treat me," the shrugged, gently clasping his fisted hands in theirs, "So what if we've had a few accidents here and there today? It's fine, because I got to spend it with you. We'll get endless chances to redo it till we get it right."

He could swear his breathing halted.

"Wait, what? You---I, what?" spluttering as his eyes grew involuntarily hopeful, "You mean... you want to go out with me again? Me?"

"Yes, Oku," they laughed, squeezing his hands affectionately as they dropped the nickname that had his heart beating furiously in his chest, "Next time though, I'll be the one asking you out, okay?"

Finding it increasingly difficult to speak up after hearing such comforting words, Okuyasu nodded, feeling his heart swell in his chest, almost disbelieving that he'd ever be this lucky, and he barely choked out the nervous words, repeating himself over and over again in an endearing way that had his crush grinning up at him with a red face, "Yeah, definitely! Sure, I... of course. Can't wait."

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[droolingoverfanfics]

Nap Confessions

 JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Part 4, Diamond is Unbreakable 

Pairing: Okuyasu x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: ~1k

Warnings: Mentioning of death

It is one of these days when you didn't have anything to do, so you decide to tag along with your friends and hang out at Josuke's place, which you all do on a regular basis anyway. You sit on the couch next to Okuyasu, who is absorbed in watching Josuke playing his usual video game and failing hard at the same level over and over again. “Oi, Josuke! You should let me try it!”, Okuyasu suggests, grinning wildly and almost falling off the couch. You quickly grab his arm to prevent him from doing so. “Careful, Okuyasu”, you warn him mildly and smile at him. He looks at you, blushing, but quickly directs his attention towards the monitor in front of the three of you, while Josuke reluctantly hands him his controller.

After a few rounds of failing harder than Josuke, Okuyasu gets up and sighs in defeat, “I give up.” He lets himself fall down next to you and pouts, which makes you blush. You have a crush on him for quite some time now and hopefully he doesn't realize it, since he always acts brotherly towards you. “Next time you get them, Okuyasu”, you try to cheer him up with a bright smile and a slight pink tinting you cheeks. Now it is his turn to blush and with that he turns away and faces forward, continuing to watch Josuke fail. You occasional glance over to Okuyasu, smiling to yourself, but making a silent note that he looked rather tired. He must have slept very bad the last days, you think to yourself.

“I am going to grab something to drink, want anything?”, Josuke asks after a while and pauses his game. You snap out of your thoughts and nod, “Yes, some water would be nice.” He gets up and doesn't even wait for an answer from Okuyasu, since the boy is on the verge of falling asleep. You look after Josuke and then direct your attention towards the almost sleeping boy next to you. He looks extremely exhausted. As on cue, Okuyasu slowly starts drifting off the couch. You quickly catch him and gently lay him on your lap, in hopes of not waking him up, since he really deserves some peaceful sleep.

You hear some muffled noises coming from the kitchen and soon Josuke emerges trough the door, slightly surprised by the sight that is offered to him. You motion him to be quiet and grab the glass of water he offers you. He shakes it off and sits down on his usual spot in front of the television, resuming his game. You watch him play in silence, but get startled when he speaks after a while, “You know, you should just tell him how you feel. This way, it would be easier for the both of you.”

“I don't want to make things harder for him. I want to wait, until things have settled down a bit. His brother's death was only recently, I want to be there for Okuyasu as a friend and don't want to risk our friendship by confessing to him and possibly getting rejected”, you calmly explain and start to stroke Okuyasu's hair.

Josuke sighs and pauses his game. With one swift motion he turns around and faces you, “Do you think he would be this close to you, if he didn't feel anything towards you? He only talks about you when you are not around, (Y/N). You would help him, if you just confessed your feelings.”  You looked from Josuke down to Okuyasu's sleeping form, resting on your lap, and sigh.

“When the time is right”, you finish this conversation, not wanting to talk about it any more and Josuke continues his game.

You sit there for a while in silence and watch over Okuyasu, when he stirs and slowly wakes up. “A-ah, good. You are up. It's getting quite late and I have some homework to do that is due to tomorrow”, you stutter and quickly look away, blushing madly and trying to cover the fact that you were watching him these past minutes. Okuyasu sits up straight and stretches, looking around rather confused. “Whoa, I feel like I've slept for weeks”, he explains, “but yes, we can go. I will bring you home.”

Josuke once again has to pause his game, in order to bring the both of you to the door and say your goodbyes. You leave with Okuyasu, since you live close together and walk in an uncomfortable silence, which doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.

“You know, I might be a bit stupid sometimes, but what you said earlier was really touching”, he then says out off nowhere. You immediately stop dead in your tracks and stare at him, panic written all over your face. “W-what do you mean?”, you try to brush it off. Okuyasu turns around and smiles at you, “When you confessed your feelings for me.” The panic you felt at first mixes with disbelief. He was awake the whole time? “How much.. how much did you hear?”, you stammer.

“More than enough”, he admits smirking and scratches his head, ”as honourable as your actions may be, I don't think I can't hold myself back long enough, knowing your true feelings towards me.” With each word he comes one step closer towards you, until your noses are almost touching each other. Then, he looks deep into your eyes. “What do you mean?”, you ask, but it comes out as a weak whisper, especially when he nervously tucks away a strand of your (h/c) hair.

Only seconds later you feel his soft lips press against yours and don't know how to react at first, but then slowly kiss him back and put your arms around his neck. It is a sweet and gentle kiss, with a huge meaning for both of you. After what feels like an eternity you part and smile up at him. “My first kiss..”, you trail off. “And it was because you confessed to me while I was taking a nap”, he jokes and takes your hand, “so is this the right time?” You start laughing and punch him lightly on his shoulder.

“I really like you, Okuyasu”, you say with red cheeks and a loving smile.

“And I really like you, (Y/N)”, Okuyasu answers smiling, while tears of happiness stream down his cheeks.

[missallanious]

Hi I’m a previous anon who asked about your JJBA AU awhile back…

YES PLEASE POST YOUR VIKING AU FIC I BEG I WILL READ THE HELL OUT OF IT I PROMISE AAAAAAAAA

Have the first oneshot i finished lmao,,, more to come 😔💅

[belovedoboro]

Hi ! Can I please get a Okuyasu with a very good looking male s/o, like josuke he has so many fans lol so it makes Oku insecure and thinks his s/o deserves someone more attractive ? Fluff One shot if its ok 👌

𝓞𝓴𝓾𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓾 𝔁 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮!𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮!𝓢/𝓞

The cheers of several high school girls made its way into your ears. "Who do you wanna bet that's for?" You nudged Josuke with your elbow. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "(💙)!" They all shouted, grabbing your arm and trying to get your attention. You let out a chuckle then tried to calm down the raging crowd. Unbeknownst to you, however, your boyfriend Okuyasu had fallen back behind everyone else. He understood why you had all the attention on you. Just like Josuke, you were quite attractive to other people. But it bothered him immensely how they always separated you from him just to gawk at you. 'Come on, you're better than this.' Okuyasu shrugged off the negative feelings and caught up with the rest of his friends. "Oi, Oku, where's (💙)?" Josuke inquired. "He's kind of busy. I'm sure he'll catch up soon!" The rest of the group continued on their way to the main entrance of the school.

Currently, the bell had already rung for the first period to start. The empty seat in front of him stirred his nerves. "💙?" The teacher called out for attendance. Josuke and Okuyasu exchanged a glance. Josuke shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'I'm not sure.' The door to the classroom suddenly slammed open revealing you panting. "I'm here! I'm sorry!" You bowed your head while you apologized, then you sat down. "I'll let it slide this one time." The teacher replied and then continued with the rollcall. You turned around in your chair to get a glance at your boyfriend, who currently had his head resting on the desk. "Oi, Oku." You whispered to him. He turned his head to the side and glanced up at you. Digging through your bookbag, you took out a video game case which is why you were late, to begin with. "I got your favorite game!" You beamed at him. Okuyasu sat up immediately and looked shocked. "Where did you get this? It's not even out yet!" He took the game that you handed to him. "Well-" "Certainly I don't hear two students interrupting my lesson, do I?" The teacher disrupted you. You laughed nervously as the whole class laughed at you two. With your index finger and thumb, you traced over your own lips as if to zip them close while smiling at Okuyasu. He grinned back at your antics.

Before you knew, the school was over for the day. "💙!" Glancing ahead, you saw Okuyasu and the rest of your group at the gate waiting for you. He was waving to you frantically. You give him a small wave as you make your way to them. "💙!" Your body tensed up hearing the girls behind you. It was such a pain to escape them earlier, how could you evade them now? One of them latched onto your arm and started tugging on it. Once the rest of them joined, they began asking several questions. In your peripheral vision, you saw Oku's face drop down in what seemed to be a disappointment. You apologized and excused yourself to the girls and you chased after your boyfriend. He currently walked behind everyone else, mentally beating himself up. 'Maybe (💙) would be with someone else. Preferably someone just as attractive as him. Unlike me, no one really pays attention to me.' Okuyasu kicked a can down the road to let out some of his frustration. "Oku!" You finally managed to catch up to him and you grabbed onto his uniform sleeve. He raised an eyebrow up at you as you bent over to catch your breath. "Do you want to come over and try out the new game?" That's all you had to say for the negative thoughts to escape from his mind. Okuyasu's face lit up, you intertwined your hands together and made your way to your home.

Kicking off your shoes, Oku followed you in a familiar route to your bedroom. "Start it up whenever." You spoke to him as he sat on the floor in front of your television. "I'm going to grab some snacks for us real quick." You bent over and placed a kiss on the top of his head which caused the color to flourish on his face. He looked around your room when you left, at all of the posters you had, to the several blankets on your bed, all in a tangled mess. You soon returned with a tray of various snacks plus two of your favorite drinks. Taking a seat on the floor next to him, you placed the items in front of you two. "💙?" You hummed in response. "Do you ever feel like...you want to be with someone else?" The innocent question brought butterflies to your stomach. "Why would you say that?" You place your hand over his. "I dunno, I just think you would be happy with someone who looks as nice as you..." He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process. You smiled and grabbed him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I don't want to be with anyone else."

[art-is-the-life]

yay i did it!

Valentine's Day 2025 Oneshots (3192 words) by artisthelife Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joseph Joestar & Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli & Original Female Character(s), Kujo Jotaro/Original Female Character(s), Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Joseph Joestar (JoJo: Battle Tendency), Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Elizabeth Joestar | Lisa Lisa, Kujo Jotaro, Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Nijimura Okuyasu, Hirose Koichi Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, Established Relationship, Hamon Training, Banter, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Humor, Soft Kujo Jotaro, Awkward Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli Being a Little Shit, Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Behavior Summary: Love takes many forms—camaraderie forged in battle, quiet gestures between unspoken hearts, and the awkward uncertainty of something new. On Air Supplena Island, Joseph, Caesar, and Carolina spend Valentine’s Day the only way they know how: with sweat, bruises, and relentless banter. Across time, Astra and Jotaro navigate a love that speaks in actions rather than words, a bond strengthened by shared history. And in Morioh, Josuke fumbles through his feelings for Kiyomi, proving that sometimes, the heart’s greatest battles are the ones fought in silence. A collection of Valentine’s Day moments, filled with friendship, rivalry, and romance—because even in a world of Stands and Hamon, love always finds a way.

[mistaeq]

new jojo's bizarre adventures blog 🌸

my name is dora, i'm from italy and i'm a new writing blog about jjba ^_^ i'm pretty new to tumblr, but i have enough experience to feel comfortable enough with my writing. i hope you'll like my works and i also hope to start as soon as possible.

my requests are already open, and i have posted my writing rules.

thank you all in advance <3

[jjbamommies]

Josuke x Reader (P1)

“Are you excited for the dance?” Yukako asked you impatiently, a big smile was upon her face. You shook your head at her, knowing she was soon about to rant about Koichi to you. “Before you say anything, we should go to the mall and buy some dresses.” You said avoiding the chatter of her boyfriend. “(Y/N)-chan! You’re right! Let’s go right now!” She grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the park to the nearest gown shop in Morioh. Walking down main street arms linked together, Yukako and you were window shopping at all the small shops you passed. “Wait (Y/N)..” Yukako said, making you stop with her. “Hmm? Did you find a dress you liked?” You asked her. “Do you even have a date?” She said covering her mouth in shock. You were a bit taken back realizing that you didn’t have a date. And yet here you were, planning for an amazing time with your best friend and your “supposed” date. “N-No I guess I don’t.” You spoke as you both sat on a bench. “Well, it’s not like no one wants to be your date. A lot of boys asked you out, and you *did* reject them all.” She said. You nodded. “I dunno, I wasn’t really feeling any of them.” She nodded in understanding.

“(Y/N)! Yukako!” You both looked over and saw the trio of guys who you always hung out with. Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi. “Koichi!” Yukako shrilled as she ran to him. You giggled and rolled your eyes as Josuke came and sat next to you. “So are you guys dress shopping?” He asked kindly. You smiled warmly at him and nodded. “Yes, it was just something to distract Yukako so she doesn’t kill me of boredom with her rambling.” You whispered to him and he chuckled. You joined in on the laughter. “Wait, why are you looking for a dress? Last I heard, you weren’t going with anyone.” He said with a look of confusion. “Wait, or unless you agreed to someone.” He said quite fast. A look of hurt replaced his confusion. “No no. I haven’t agreed to go with anyone yet.” You said giggling at his feat. “Okay good.” He said smiling and nudging you. You rolled your eyes once again as you playfully slapped his hands away. “(Y/N), We have to get you someone to go to the dance with!” Yukako said suddenly at your side once more. You laughed before stating, “Yeah, but who’s going to take me?” Yukako began naming all the guys in your class off of her fingers as you shook your head at each name she said. “(Y/N)! That’s everyone we know!” Yukako said about to hit you. “Yare yare calm down!” You said putting up your hands defensively. “Not everyone.” Koichi intervened. You both looked over at him waiting for him to continue. “You will have Josuke left since Okuyasu is going to be out of town.” Okuyasu who’s been mainly quiet this entire time shouted, “YEAH!” You giggled. “Well?” You turned your attention over at Josuke who was nervously combing his hair, avoiding your eyes. “(Y-Y/N), will you go to the dance with me?” He said as he sheepishly turned away, a light red dusting his chest. You thought it over. “Sure why not?” You replied giving him a warm smile which he returned. Josuke opened his mouth to say something but Yukako had already grabbed you by the arm, dragging you off to a store to finally buy a dress. “I’ll see you at 8!” You called out to him, waving bye to the trio.

You were currently standing on a small platform in front of several mirrors as Yu-Chan held several dresses she thought were fit for you. The first dress was a light purple, almost lilac colored. It was a two piece one which complemented your hips and hugged your legs. You frowned and shooked your head knowing it would gain a lot of unwanted attention. The next dress was an orange long-sleeved mermaid style dress. It was backless as well. You shook your head once more. “Orange isn’t really my color.” You said as Yukako nodded her head. “Thank god. You’re gorgeous but even I wasn’t sure how you’d pull that offer.” You both laughed and she moved onto the next one. She put a deep blue gown on your figure as you held it for her, seeing if it was right or not. The blue was a pretty color, the dress itself, however, was strapless and had a sash for the waistline; which was covered in small with diamonds varying in sizes. It also traveled up the torso and the bust to a small choker. The skirt of the dress fanned out, but not like a ball gown with layers and layers of fabric. Instead, it was cut at one side which showed your leg and draped over your waist, flowing to the floor. “This one is the one.” You said staring at the mirror in awe. “I agree, that would look killer on you.” She said, then ushered you to the dressing room to try it on while she went in another, wearing the dress she picked out.

You both walked out of the store with bags filled with the main dress and accessories. “We’re so lucky we were able to find such good dresses even though the dance is tomorrow.” You nodded as you leaned over and called for a taxi. “You’re right, and they fit us so well. I'm surprised that we don’t have to get them tailored like usual.” She nodded in agreement as you both got in a cab and made your way home exchanging small talk and plans for the dance and where you’d be getting ready.

As you entered your home, parents at work, your phone dinged. You toss the bag onto your desk as you sat down on your bed, reading it. ‘Josuke: Hey! So about the dance.. (;’ A smile graced your face as you laid down on the bed and replied. ‘What about it? (; lol’ He replied within a few seconds. ‘Josuke: How about, instead of picking you up at 8..’ He said as you waiting for an answer. ‘Yesss…??’ You quickly sent impatiently. ‘Josuke: What if we had a little dinner at Toni’s? (:’ A blush made it’s way to your cheeks as you sat up thinking about it. ‘Like..a date?’ You sent as you got up and stretched. A few minutes have passed as you found your way to the bathroom and began brushing your hair out of boredom. Your phone chimed as an incoming message lit up the screen. ‘Josuke: Hahaha Nah :P’ He said as you slightly frowned. You were about to slide to reply but another message came in. ‘Josuke:...unless... Of course, that would be okay with you..?’ You smiled once more as you replied. ‘Of course (:’

You were awoken by your friend basically breaking down your front door. “(Y/N!! IT’S THE BIG DAY!” Running to the front door before she could make any major damage, you saw the door partially opened, with Yukako squeezed through it as the chain lock was preventing the door from opening any more. “Mind helping me?” She said grinning. “Yeaaaaaaaaah just hold on.” You took out your phone, taking a picture and sending it to Koichi labeling it ‘Come get your man.’ Once you undid the lock, she swung the door wide open, almost off its hinges too. “Yukako, calm down, you’re going to destroy my place.” You said but she ignored you as she grabbed your arm and dragged you to your bedroom, tossing her bag where you were previously asleep. “So quick thing, Koichi wanted us to take professional photos so I won’t be seeing you until 8 at the dance.” She said as she took out her dress, laying it down on the bed. “Oh, that’s alright. Josuke is planning to take me to dinner at Toni’s first.” You said nonchalantly as she did the same with your dress. “WHAT?” She said running over to you and grabbing your shoulders. “(Y/N)! This is a BIG deal!!” You glanced at her confused. “Why?” “Because Josuke is one of the most popular guys in school, and you’d make a perfect couple!” You shook your head and laughed. “Come on! Tell me you don’t like him like that. We’ve all seen how you act around each other. It’s clearer than a day.” You thought about what she said as she put your hair up in a low effort bun then did the same with her hair. “I guess you’re right. He is handsome.” You said resting your cheek on your hand as you thought about the pompadour man.

Once dressed, you let Yukako do your makeup since she had already done hers while you were daydreaming. “Okay, now you look even more gorgeous.!” She said handing you a mirror and you smiled at your reflection. A honk came from outside. “That must be Koichi!” Yukako said excitedly as she grabbed her purse, “I’ll see you at the dance!” She called from the living room as you hear the front door close. Your smile faltered a bit as you realized you were growing anxious for the event. Soon Josuke will be here any minute. ‘Will he like the dress?’ ‘What if he goes for someone else instead?’ ‘Maybe he’s just as nervous as I am.’ A knock at the door quickened your heart beat as you *knew* it was Josuke. “Pardon the intrusion, (Y/N), I’m here, are you ready?” He called from the living room, allowing himself in. You stood up and dusted off your dress as you undid the bun, letting your (h/c) locks frame your face. “Coming!” You said, grabbing the purse Yukako got for you and putting your phone in it.

You entered the living room, smiling at Josuke. “Oh he-” He cut himself off as he went slack-jawed at your appearance. “Is it a bit too much?” You said, brushing your hair with your fingers. “N-NO! I mean No!, You look gorgeous.” He said, earning a blush from you. He extended his arm at to you. “Shall we?” He smiled brightly as his marine eyes were full of admiration. “We shall.” You said returning the smile, linking your arms together.

[b4kuch1n]

two ghosts in Morioh

another day of running around taking care of businesses with my mom. Got some down time in the afternoon and spent it on this. yes Im a fluff writer now. somebody take me out the back

warning for non-plot, terrible poetry (Im serious. Ive never written a poem in english before. its not too nice to the hand), a filler OC thrown in on the spot, lotsa outta-nowhere headcanons, and all else possibly applicable. 

Read on AO3 

Okuyasu finally picked up.

Which was a good thing, because Josuke didn't wanna seem fussy or overbearing. 'twas a lost cause anyway, his mom would tell him, given that he had been anxious ever since he came home from the supposed double date that afternoon, and had walked from one end of the hall to the other over forty time (yes, she counted up until forty), mumbling to himself, hands firmly in his pants' pockets because he knew the moment he stopped holding it tight he would ruin his pomp by running his hand through his hair in frustration. An emotion that he caused to himself, his mom would remind him, because he refused to just walk over to Okuyasu's house and knock.

When the boy in question finally picked up, Josuke was a bit stiff from the draft in the hallway as well as from the tension built up by being stubborn. Okuyasu's voice only just managed to break through.

“Josuke?”

He sounded a bit hoarse. “Yeah, dude, I'm here,” Josuke said. The tension didn't leave him immediately like he hoped. “You didn't come.”

“Fuck, sorry about that. I'm jus'... 'm not in the best mood right now. Didn't wanna ruin it for you guys.”

“Shit, what happened? You okay?” Josuke could hear something fell on the floor with a metallic clunk. “What's that?”

“Oh it's-- 's the paint can. I'm fixin' up big bro's room upstairs. Been meaning to for a while now so... It's.” Okuyasu trailed off.

Josuke felt his shoulders stiffen up a bit more.

“It's some'n to do.”

Josuke bit his lip. After a moment of consciously picking off all traces of anxiety from his manners, he said, calmly, “I'm gonna come over.”

“No, dude, y'don't have to!” Okuyasu immediately barked, with something like panic in his tone. “I'm a bummer right now,” he added, almost sheepishly. “It's dumb, it'll go away on its own. Jus' some'n from the class.”

“Don't even think of it as me coming over to comfort you if that's better.” Josuke had to actively try to stay nonchalant now. “I'm helping with the room fixin'. It's gonna take the rest of the night with just you. That cool?”

He just caught his free hand moving towards his head on its own when Okuyasu sighed and he could hear the paint can being picked up. “Fine. I'm gonna be upstairs, let yaself in when you're over.”

By August 1999, Okuyasu had been sleeping in the guest room downstairs for ten months.

Keicho was a private person, and nobody could blame him at that. No kid would want to leave their toys trailing about when their father was so quick to anger. Keicho had faced so much of that misdirected rage, had put himself between his father and his younger brother so many times, that anything he had that wasn't broken he held on with an almost death grip. His routines, his CD collection, his rules, his own anger. He never learned to let go, and Okuyasu, whom Morioh had given more chances than it ever did his brother, had been feeling something like pity for that, and then guilty for pitying his brother.

He didn't really want to use Keicho's room again, especially when he never got his brother's permission. When Keicho had left balancing the book in Okuyasu's hand, their life became a clash between Okuyasu's fussing about trying to take care of things and Keicho's own rhythm and order, the solution to which that they came up with being that Keicho got the entirety of the second floor to himself. Okuyasu didn't mind – everything was simple with him, really – but after Keicho's death he felt even more out of place in that part of the house.

“It's fine if you wanna seal it off, dude,” Josuke told him one evening when he stayed the night, “you're the one living here. It's not like people know or care about that stuff, either way.” Josuke was smart, but he also believed in courtesy and manners even though he had been subjected to so much of the opposite of that, and it made for a strange kind of trust in humanity. One that was different from Okuyasu's own.

So in the end he decided to only seal Keicho's room. He had been slowly packing everything his brother left behind in the house into small carboard boxes and stashing them in the hallway. He wanted to keep a whole afternoon and evening free just to fix up the room itself, but he didn't think today would be it.

“Yeah, Koichi actually steered me home the moment we were sure you wouldn't show,” Josuke said mid-sweep. “I don't think Yukako mind. Actually I'm pretty sure Yukako doesn't really want me there third wheeling them. Gotta say I was about the same.”

“Sorry for leaving you hangin',” Okuyasu repeated, just as apologetic as when he said it the first time.

“It's not your fault you aren't well, dude,” Josuke stood up straight, free hand in his pocket. “Though a word beforehand would be good. But you were home late from the class, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Goto-sensei holding you up again?”

“Nah, he's nice.” He would be, after Josuke and Okuyasu dragged him out of some serious troubles last month. He was also a nice man in general. Okuyasu thought his writing style really didn't reflect that.

Josuke raised an eyebrow at his answer. Well, Josuke would have a different impression of Mister Goto Azuma, moderately famous novelist, given that the one who had to take a pen in the arm to grab the man (then under a Stand's control) was him and not Okuyasu. That kind of viciousness must keep people wary for a long time. Not to mention the apology gift they got was a place in Goto's ten-hour creative writing course organized by the uni, which was of no use to Josuke, but which Okuyasu snatched right up.

Outside of that event though, Goto-sensei was a mild-mannered, if a bit emotional and wordy person. He had anguish in his heart, sure, but he told Okuyasu once in class, in the tone of someone who was citing their name and age, that he wanted to love everything and anything more than he wanted to wallow in his sadness, so he channeled all of it into his writing and left his personal life free for his other emotions. Okuyasu found that a good way to do things as any.

“I'm gonna trust you on that,” Josuke said after a stretch of silence. Okuyasu grinned. “Anyway, something happened during the writing class then?”

“Yeah-- well, nah, but yeah.” Okuyasu rubbed his hands nervously under Josuke's confused look. “I mean, kinda? Goto-sensei gave us a prompt, and then I wrote something sad, and it bummed me out. 's all.”

Josuke's eyes grew wide. “Oh,” he said, “huh.”

“Yeah, it's dumb. Tolja don't mind it.”

“It's not dumb if it bums you out, dude.” Josuke leaned the broom against the desk and stepped closer to Okuyasu. His pomp looked almost plastic-ish under the buzzing light of the room. Okuyasu blinked when he held his biceps with both his hands. “I like you happy, Okuyasu. We gotta go there somehow, and I'm not a waiting man.”

Okuyasu looked at Josuke, eyes somehow brighter than the light should've made them, hands holding him firm as if willing him to believe. As if that had ever been necessary. He took a deep breath, and broke out in a grin.

“Thought so. You're a musical man.”

“Hell yeah I am.” The grin crept up onto Josuke's face, and he dragged Okuyasu in for a quick hug. “So, what's that piece you wrote today about?”

“I mean, you can read it.”

It must be impossible for Josuke's eyes to grow wider than this. This was maximum wide eye for him. “Really?”

“'s not fine art or some'n, but if you're cool with that, why the hell not. Wait here.”

Josuke waited in Keicho's half-cleaned room while Okuyasu went downstairs to fetch his notebook. Goto-sensei didn't care what his students did with what they wrote after class (“It's yours,” he had said, with passion, “and me telling you what to do with what's inherently yours is against everything I live for. Any experience you have with your own writing is deeply personal and unique, and if that includes setting your drafts on fire and inhaling the smoke, who am I to keep that from you?” He seemed to actually got misty-eyed at that idea.), but Okuyasu liked the man, and he thought keeping the things he wrote in his class in order was a way to show respect to a good teacher. Or it could at least make up for his terrible handwriting.

He flipped through the notebook as he went back upstairs. Man, he wrote more than he thought he did.

“Here,” he handed the notebook – opened to the correct page – to Josuke, who had finished sweeping the room and was bouncing on the balls of his feet in a subdued excitement. Josuke seemed extra careful with his hold on the thing.

“It's a poem?” Okuyasu didn't think that was actually meant to be a question, but he faltered a bit nonetheless.

“It's-- yeah. You aren't into that?”

“Dude, I barely read actual literature no matter what kind, that's not the thing. I'm just... poems are supposed to be even more about emotions than, like, novels and shit, right? I, uh...”

Josuke bit his lip. Okuyasu tried to follow the thread of logic.

“Goto-sensei said our writing is whatever we will it to be. If ya worry this won't be manly and cool, I'm gonna. I'm gonna will it into being for ya.”

“It's not that, dummy.” Josuke smacked him over the head with the notebook. He was smiling again though, so Okuyasu didn't mind. “I just don't think I can get the whole experience without you, like, walking me through it. Since you're the one with the emotions in this poem and all. So can you...”

Okuyasu grabbed the notebook. He looked at Josuke, and then at the words on the page between them, and then tentatively finished that hanging thought. “...recite it for ya?”

“Forget it if it bums you out again, okay?” Josuke held his hands up. “I'm cool either way. I wanna read it properly, sure, but if it's gonna ruin the night for you then forget it.”

Okuyasu stood there with his own notebook in his hand, with his boyfriend, in his brother's room that they were cleaning. He looked at Josuke, and then up at the buzzing light, and then at Keicho's CD collection on the shelf, newly dusted.

Finally he took a deep breath and said, “I'm not gonna hold onto it like that, dude.” And then he took Josuke's hand and said, “Let's come up to the roof for a bit.”

They left Keicho's room behind and went up to the attic, from where they climbed their way awkwardly up onto the Nijimuras' newly re-tiled roof. August was too early to feel chilly at night in Morioh, but there were winds, and the sky was wide open. Okuyasu thought it was a good place as any to give the poem a reading.

They settled on the warm tiles, and then Okuyasu had to stand up to go get a flashlight, and when he came back to the roof Josuke was still there – as if he would go away the moment Okuyasu blinked – the notebook balanced on his thigh.

“Ready,” Josuke said once Okuyasu had sit back down snug next to him, partly as a question and partly as a confirmation of his own status, and Okuyasu nodded.

“Alright.”

Okuyasu had never recited a poem before. His mom was a storyteller when she was alive, but there was a long stretch of time during which her conditions worsened slowly and the occasions lessened until both her and the stories were gone. His dad wasn't a wordy man, not outside of anger and grief. Keicho really would rather have silence than a human voice outside of his own, and again Okuyasu couldn't blame him for that. Or even question it, really, not when Keicho had his CDs and treasured them so. Outside of all that, Okuyasu had also never been good at school. He had other things to do, and the few literature classes he actually sat in for never saw him chosen by a teacher to read anything out loud from the textbook.

So, Okuyasu didn't really know what he was doing, no. But he was also a simple man, and right now it was doing it or not doing it. And Josuke had casted his vote – the only one that counted here and now.

“It's called 1999,” he said, and found his voice a bit raspy. He didn't figure out to clear his throat.

Cigarette butt on the ground

he chose one to pick up

and hold like a torch

Hand over head

Whispers like smoke

flow

1999

numbers he carried

one

in his left pocket

on the pad

along the line

into the waves

it's important, that's what he said

Cigarette butt in the air

His hand red

His eyes red

through them, the sky orange

twilight is for a while,

if statues are the same

1999

replays dissolve

into statics

into waves

away

one

on his lips

I didn't mean it like that,

or was it

I never told him,

or even

I don't think he knows,

that's what he said

Cigarette butt against the sky

futile

1999

variables

one

dissolved into the waves

my name is doubt,

and his I never got

1999

I met two ghosts in Morioh.

They were quiet a long time after that. When Josuke spoke up, he sounded like he just cried a bit. “Dude, that's so fucking sad.”

Okuyasu tried to keep himself from shining the flashlight on Josuke to see if he really had been crying. “For real? I don' even know what it's exactly about anymore. Jus' a buncha, uh, concepts put together randomly.”

“It got emotions into me, alright? So it's good to me, deal with it.”

“It makes you sad!”

“It's good sad though. Like listening to a late artist's album sad.” Josuke threw an arm around Okuyasu's shoulders. “That's how art is.”

“Sure,” Okuyasu harrumphed, but then smiled to himself, just a bit.

The two sat there on the roof well into the night. At one point they found their hands intertwined; Okuyasu let himself lean into the contact, flashlight and notebook laid aside, essentially forgotten. Late night breeze felt like sleep.

“The point of that poem is that I love you,” he said, and let it be.

The hand in his own tightened, and Josuke replied, with all the conviction his being could store, “I know, dude. Love you too.”