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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke/Kishibe_Rohan
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Kakyoin_Noriaki, Mohammed_Abdul, Jean_Pierre_Polnareff, Kujo
      Holly, Joseph_Joestar, Kishibe_Rohan, Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond
      is_Unbreakable), Nijimura_Okuyasu, Hirose_Koichi, Middle_School_DiU_trio,
      Sugimoto_Reimi
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Romance, Slow_Build, Jotaro
      jerking_off_to_a_sad_dolphin_painting, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern
      Setting, Bullying, Depression, Anxiety, Drama, Explicit_in_the_future
      chapters, Might_Add_More_Tags_In_The_Future, Beginner_fanfic, no_stands
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      Published: 2016-08-23 Updated: 2017-08-07 Chapters: 14/? Words: 59453
****** High Color Times ******
by WeeaBoss
Summary
     To avoid a flock of fangirls from mobbing him, Jotaro Kujo escaped
     from his class' host cafe and ended up on the school festival's art
     exhibit. There were only a few spectators inside, making Jotaro safe
     enough to stay there for a while and look around. As his vision
     skimmed on each paintings, one has caught his usually uninterested
     eyes:
     A stunning, beautiful oil painting of a lone dolphin in the sea.
     Desperate to have it in his possession and figure out the emotions
     behind the painting at all costs, Jotaro is determined to find who
     the artist of that painting is under the pen name "Hierophant Green".
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Yet Another Irksome Slope Routine *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello! This is my first ever published fanfic. English isn't my
     mother tongue so please bear with the grammar. I suck at proof
     reading orz
     Constructive criticisms are welcome! Pls don't roast me if you think
     it sucks ;_;
     Enjoy!
 
 
There he goes again.
Lips frowning, eyebrows knitting together, demeanor is as if he'd actually
knock the hell out of anybody who would pass by within a meter from him.
That's how Jotaro Kujo seems like every time he has to walk up that slope
leading to his school. Such a normal routine wouldn't possibly tick someone
off, but not when a swarm of girls begins to flock around you and fight over
who actually gets the right to cling onto your arms.
Given the fact that he is from a wealthy family full of inhumanely handsome men
and beautiful women (with exceptional well-toned body types), no wonder girls
couldn't resist the urge to drool over him.
But Jotaro doesn't like it at all.
He just wants to walk peacefully without hearing any high-pitched squealing
voices. The thing about girls clinging onto his arms is bothering him. After
all, they are strangers. What gives them the right to cling onto him like that
and call him by his nickname nonchalantly? It annoys the hell out of him every
time.
Normally, Jotaro would let out his fuse and yell on those girls to shut up and
fuck off but every time he does, they tend to become even more flustered and
their squealing gets louder than before. Jotaro doesn't even know why yelling
"Get off bitches!" turns them on. Girls are creepy and uncanny to the highest
level, he thought.
Because of the given circumstance, Jotaro didn't bother shaking them off
anymore. He figures being patient for a bit longer would be the best choice
because after they pass by the slope, they'll reach the school premises already
and those girls will have to disperse and stay away from him or else Mr. Avdol,
the morning prefect of discipline in the school (who also happens to teach
History class) will scold them without a doubt. The handbook says "No Public
Display of Affection or any intimate actions allowed in school grounds", so if
Mr. Avdol sees them clinging onto Jotaro like that, Mr. Avdol will point his
baton in their direction and reprimand those girls in front of everybody.
Just a few meters left.. Jotaro thought to himself as they got nearer. He stays
quiet the entire time until the brunette clinging on his left arm asks him
something regarding the upcoming school festival.
It's that time of the year already.
"JoJo, has your class decided for a booth already?"
Jotaro doesn't even want to move his mouth at all. He doesn't bother answering
an unnecessary and random question. The blonde girl clinging onto his right
arm, however, answers it on his stead.
"How could a fan of JoJo not know that? Every information about JoJo, including
things about his class, should be acquired!" The blondie raises an eyebrow
towards the brunette and rolls her eyes as she continues. "Class 2-B is going
for a host cafe of course, given that JoJo is there!"
The brunette feels ashamed for not knowing that information so she just clicks
her tongue.
Hearing the whole Q and A session from both girls, Jotaro's already-bad-vibes
intensify as he is reminded about how he's going to be the lead host for their
class booth. On the day the nomination happened (it was an expected unanimous
decision for Jotaro to be the lead host), he glared menacingly at the class
president, implying his unwillingness towards the said nomination. The glare he
gave was evidently a threat. That made the class president shiver of course,
knowing how cold and intimidating Jotaro Kujo can be. But the girls in their
class were too hyped about it that it became official anyway.
Fangirls will always win no matter what.
The class president told Jotaro that he doesn't necessarily need to talk to the
customers at all as long as he just serves whatever the customer's order is.
That will suffice. After all, just his looks are enough to make the customers
swoon and be satisfied.
At last, they finally arrive in front of the school gate. The girls who are
clinging onto Jotaro's arms bid him farewell before letting go. As expected,
Mr. Avdol is there, eyeing each and every one of them like a hawk whether any
of the students broke the school rules.
Jotaro passively walks. He can tell that everybody is staring at him. Girls are
swooning at how beautiful he can be while boys are having existential crisis as
to why they aren't him.
The school entrance is normal as usual. Mr. Avdol is reprimanding some problem
students again on the corner. The said teacher is actually very kind whenever
it's History class or after class. But when he takes his role as the prefect of
discipline, he becomes a strict one. Jotaro never bothers checking out how Mr.
Avdol disciplines those law-breaking students. Jotaro never gives a fuck in
anything, honestly. But at that time, Mr. Avdol is quite a bit louder than the
usual. It made Jotaro a tiny bit curious.
"You know dying your hair is a serious offense, young man! That hair color is
not passable! Students often just dye their hair light brown or blonde, but
heavens, to dye it red...!" Mr. Avdol rants while pointing his baton to the
student he is disciplining.
"But sensei, this is honestly my biological hair color! I can even show you
pictures of when I was still an infant, if you must! That's what I'm going to
do first thing in the morning tomorrow!" The red-head student answers, his face
obviously hints a frustration towards the whole scenario.
Mr. Avdol lowers his baton and rubs his chin while eyeing the red-haired head
to toe. And then he sighs, defeated.
"You seem pretty serious about it so I would have let you off the hook with
that hair of yours. You don't seem like the type to lie." Mr. Avdol finally
reconsiders, making the red-head release a sigh of relief.
"BUT!" Mr. Avdol raises his baton and points it to the student again. "You
broke another school rule, young man! Boys must not wear any form of studs,
piercings, and earrings! That's a rule everybody in this school must follow.
And yet, you-- You are wearing cherry earrings! Dangling, even!"
The boy is about to say something again. Jotaro thinks he's probably gonna
explain why again. But instead, from that distance, Jotaro hears different
answer from what he expected.
"These are beautiful though..." The red-head mumbles as he rubs one of his
cherry earrings with his two fingers. "What's wrong with wearing them when I'm
not really harming anybody?" The boy wears a dejected look on his face as he
asks.
Mr. Avdol sighs again. "Detention after class. Room 207. You've got some
reflecting to do. I wouldn't confiscate those, you seem to be very fond of the
earrings." At least Mr. Avdol is being a considerate one. He sensed how much
the student is fond of it, and he doesn't have any right to interfere in the
first place. Just that, rules will always be rules.
The red-head nods and takes a bow. He looks around as if he is checking how
many people were watching him being embarrassed just like that.
His purple orbs then meet Jotaro's turquoise ones.
What an unusual eye color... Jotaro thinks to himself. It was kind of ironic
how Mr. Avdol didn't believe that the red-headnaturally has that hair color
when his eyes are even more bizarre.
Jotaro and Mr. Avdol meet each other's gazes as well. Both of them just
silently nod to each other. And with that, Mr. Avdol is gone.
"AH." The red-head suddenly gasps, still looking at Jotaro.
Jotaro raises his eyebrow. What the hell is his problem, fucking weirdo.
The red-head then turns around to see if Mr. Avdol is still there, but the
older man already left a while ago during the whole reprimanding situation. The
red-head walks towards Jotaro and he starts to scratch his head.
"That was just unfair. He gave me an offense for wearing earrings yet you're
wearing studs yourself... I was pretty sure he even nodded at you so how could
he not notice..." The red-head says as he stares at Jotaro with an even more
frustrated look on his face due to the prejudice that happened.
Jotaro doesn't answer. He feels sorry for the guy. Of course Mr. Avdol wouldn't
mind him wearing studs. After all, he is good friends with Jotaro's
grandfather, although the students don't know about it. Besides, Mr. Avdol also
knows how resolute Jotaro is about those kinds of things. And intimidating as
well.
Losing interest in the red-head's business already, Jotaro ignores him and
walks away to proceed inside the campus. The brunet realizes that he musn't pay
attention into other things anymore because he has a lot of other matters to
get frustrated about.
For instance, the upcoming school festival and the role he has to play.
 
 
 
***** Preparations *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello, I'm back with the second chapter ppl :^) I still haven't
     mastered the whole html thingy lmao I had to delete several times
     before I finally found no more problems in this chapter
     Thank you so much for all the people who gave me Kudos, I never
     really expected that some people would actually even read this one so
     I truly appreciate it guys! :>
     So yeaaaa here it is, have fun reading!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
As soon as Jotaro opens 2-B's sliding door, everyone looks at him as if Adonis
just ascended from wherever mystical place he came from. Both men and women in
the said class are mesmerized and they always will be.
"Good morning JoJo!" The girls enthusiastically greet as they gather around
Jotaro who is still standing near the door. As usual, the stoic brunet ignores
them and proceeds to his chair immediately which is beside the window on the
last row. It is actually a pretty convenient place for two main reasons: First,
he's too tall and huge that if he was ever seated in front or somewhere in the
middle, whoever is seated behind him will not see the board at all. Second,
girls can't ogle him that much because most of their teachers are very
observant and they will immediately scold whoever isn't looking in front and
listening.
Even as he is seated already, the girls still follow him and start gathering
around him. Girls will never be not irksome for him. He has fans among males
too but they aren't romanticizing him. Instead, they just idolize him as the
man they aspire to be in regards to physical attributes.
"I'm so excited to see you wearing your host costume, JoJo!" One of the girls
surrounding him squeals.
"Oh my god, me too! We designed it thoroughly especially for you, JoJo!"
Another girl backs up the statement.
"I've never been this hyped towards school festivals throughout my whole life
as a student!" A different girl eagerly says.
And then Jotaro gets annoyed again for who knows how many times already in just
that morning alone.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE, BITCHES." Jotaro yells with hostility as he lands
a fist on his table, just enough for them to get startled but not too much for
the table to slice into half.
Because he is capable of doing that.
But Jotaro suddenly remembers that what he did was futile.
"Oh my god, Daddy called me a bitch!" One of the girls ecstatically says.
But another girl strongly disagrees. "No, he said it to me!"
"He said it to me, not to you!"
"Shut up, hoe! He was looking at me when he yelled!"
"No way! We caught each other's eyes and I'm pretty sure of it!
"Don't just assume you flat-chested hoe!"
"What did you say, you pig?"
And it kept on going until the teacher of their first subject enters the
classroom. The girls immediately return to their seats and behave.
As much as Jotaro hates classes and teachers, he couldn't thank them enough for
sparing him temporary freedom from those exasperating fangirls.
The class representative of their class cited the greeting procedure. All of
them begin to stand, greet the teacher, bow, and then sit in sync.
"Yare yare daze." Jotaro sighs when the teacher begins his lesson.
 
 
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The long, dull classes of the day finally end when the last bell rings in the
afternoon. The teacher leaves and all of the students stretch and yawn.
Everyone is already packing their things when the class representative stops
them with an announcement.
"Don't go home yet, everyone. Just a quick reminder! We need to finalize
everything regarding our class booth. Starting tomorrow, we will be decorating
our classroom already so please bring the materials that were assigned to each
one of you. Girls who are in-charge of the costumes should be able to present
the costumes tomorrow. Guys who were tasked to paint the signage should not
forget to bring painting materials. Let's cooperate everyone! The school
festival is five more days away from now. That's all." The class representative
announces, repositioning his glasses from time to time.
There are mixed feelings among the students. The guys who are tasked to paint
are arguing whether which design they will use. The wardrobe girls are
obviously thrilled to make Jotaro try his host costume on. The other ones are
neutral about it.
But Jotaro, among all of them, feels the most intense emotion: Infuriation.
He is upset about the whole thing. The class representative knew about how
unwilling he is and would've actually considered it if it wasn't for those
damned girls not being able to hold their selfishness at all. As much as he
wants to punch those girls until they stop praising him like he's some
celebrity or something, he knows that it won't do him no good at all. There's
still a handful of morality left in him.
I'm gonna fucking kill whoever is responsible for this bloodline, I don't care
if they are dead already. I'd still beat them up.
 
 
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The next day, things exactly go according to the whole class' plan. The groups
responsible for specific jobs are doing their part respectively. Jotaro helps
out with things that require his strength and his height. The girls are
fighting over who gets to give the costume to Jotaro but Jotaro snatches it
from their hands instead. They even request for him to try it out right there
in case there might be things that needed to be changed but Jotaro isn't an
idiot to not know that it was only an excuse for them to see him wear it
already. He ignores them and walks out of the classroom. It is already quite
busy inside and he doesn't wanna bother anymore, especially with the girls.
Jotaro wants to go to the rooftop and sleep for a bit so he walks through the
hallway and passes by some neighboring classrooms which are also working on
their designated booths. Class 2-D is working on their Blind Date Booth, Class
2-C is preparing for their Cosplay Cake Shop, and Class 2-A is working on their
Horror House.
Some guys from 2-A paint their signage outside the classroom instead because
they are already filling the inside of the classroom with spooky props.
One of the guys who are painting 2-A's signage is the red-head cherry earrings
boy. Jotaro notices that even after getting a detention the day before, the
red-head is still wearing his dangling cherry earrings. How persistent.
Jotaro is about to pass by 2-A's classroom already when the red-head sees him.
The red-head suddenly stands up and puts the brush he is holding aside and
walks towards Jotaro.
"I apologize for what happened yesterday. It was rude of me to just blurt the
whole thing about the studs up considering that I'm a stranger and all. You
probably think I'm a weirdo now... I'm terrible sorry for what I've done." The
red-head formally apologizes, his face flushes with a shade of red due to the
embarrassment of remembering the scenario.
Jotaro didn't really find it rude. Nothing is even rude about it. The guy is
actually right about how unfair it is and so Jotaro finds it unnecessary to
apologize. It isn't even worth remembering.
But at that time, Jotaro chooses to reply rather than ignore him like what he
did the last time. After all, the person took an effort to apologize.
"Don't worry about it." Jotaro replies in his usual apathetic tone.
"Thank you!" The red-head says as he gave Jotaro a warm smile.
It is a sort of smile that Jotaro finds strangely satisfying for some reason.
Jotaro accepts it by tipping his hat a little bit. "Mhm."
The brunet then walks away until he finally reaches the rooftop. He lays on the
cold cement for a while, his hat covering his face.
 
For the following days that remained, everyone in the school is preoccupied
with their respective tasks. Extremely preoccupied that the next thing they
knew is that the first day of the school festival they have always been looking
forward to has already arrived.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I decided to add Josuke and his adorkable Morioh-cho squad in this
     fic. Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi will be middle schoolers and as for
     Rohan, I haven't decided yet whether to make him a high school
     mangaka or let him stay as a twenty-year-old mangaka. Anyways I'll
     figure it out lol all I know is that I will be needing these part 4
     guys, they will be essential xxx
     Thank you for reading! I'll surely be back for another update asap!
     <3
***** A Lone Dolphin In The Sea *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the late update! I had some difficulties writing this
     chapter because it's long and there's a lot of things I had to
     describe, orz. If there's any grammar and punctuation mistakes, I
     apologize! I am too lazy to proofread hah and this was written at 2
     AM or so lmao. Have fun reading! :>
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
 
"JoJo!!!!!" A slam on the door and a high-pitched tone resonate inside the
bedroom, causing the brunet to open his eyes almost instantly.
"Good morning JoJo! Today is a special day so come on, wake up already!" The
cheerful source of the voice grabs Jotaro by the shoulders and shakes his upper
body.
Jotaro knows that voice very well. He hears it everyday and it usually annoys
the hell out of him but it is one of the few voices he would want to protect.
Also, how can he not know? It's from his mother.
"STOP." The brunet lightly slaps both of her hands away from his shoulders. He
sits on his bed and rubs his eyes. "You don't have to do that every single
morning, old hag. I was already awake by the time you first yelled, no need to
shake my body and shit."
"Aww but Jotaro, mom was just really excited you know? ~ I mean, today's the
school festival and you got to play the lead host in your cafe! It makes me
sooooo excited! ~" Holly says cheerfully as she spins around like a child from
the avidness.
"You mean to say you're going to visit our booth?" Jotaro asks, his face hinted
with exasperation.
Holly nods and gives Jotaro the brightest smile. "Of course! I would not let
this chance pass by. It's not everyday I get to see my son participating into
something major, oh and that way I can help your class too, being a customer
and all! I'll visit on the second day because I figured you'll be the busiest
in the first. Soooo come on now, let's get ready mmkay? ~"
Holly grabs Jotaro's wrist and pulls him. "Come oooooon! ~"
"You're too excited. Quit it." Jotaro says, clearly irked as usual, and then he
finally stands up. Holly just giggles and then they finally get out of Jotaro's
room.
Jotaro does the daily routine. Doing a quick exercise, eating breakfast, taking
a shower. And when he is about to wear his clothes, he gets into a predicament.
Do I wear the suit now and walk to school on it or do I wear my school uniform
first and then change into the suit when I get there instead?
Jotaro thinks about it for a while. He figures it will be better to wear the
suit in school instead so that the commotion would be less. If he were to be
seen walking to school wearing it, he thinks he would attract others way
earlier than expected. He isn't ready for his day to be ruined. Yet.
And so he neatly folds the costume and puts it inside his school bag. "I'm
going." He bids farewell to his mother.
Holly then hugs him tight. "You know Jotaro, I can tell how unwilling you are
about it. But think of it as something for you to get out of your comfort zone,
okay?" Her mom gently encourages, and then she lets go with a smile. "Now off
you goooo~"
Jotaro just gives his mom a light smile and then he goes off.
 
 
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When he finally arrives in school, it is crowded, busy, and colorful
everywhere, especially in the front gates so that they will attract outsiders.
Students are already beginning to open their booths, and lively music plays
aloud. Jotaro immediately goes inside the building and he enters the nearest
restroom.
Pulling out the suit as soon as he gets inside a cubicle, Jotaro stares at it
for a moment and sighs, realizing that there's no saving him already. "Yare
Yare Daze.."
I want to be a Marine Biologist, not some fucking host.
He takes off his school uniform and changes to his suit. He is expecting for it
to be difficult to wear but surprisingly, it is actually easy to put on.
Even though Jotaro feels that his hat is part of his hair or something, he
knows he has to take it off. He can't do anything about it because if he
doesn't take it off himself, the girls will surely bug him about it. And so he
takes it off, putting it inside his school bag. He goes out of the cubicle and
stops in front of the mirror to inspect himself and fix his hair a bit. When he
is sure he is all physically prepared, he finally goes outside the restroom and
heads towards their classroom with troubled, unwilling emotions.
 
 
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2-B's classroom looks extravagant. The signage was made creatively. The words
"2-B's Host Cafe" had been painted in perfect calligraphy. There are also
frills and silver glitters in the said signage. Overall, it sure attracts and
soothes the eye.
The round table sheets are all velvet in color and the flower arrangements in
each table are done flawlessly.
Their mini-kitchen is on the back part of the classroom with curtains covering
the workplace. The class decided to put at least four kinds of cakes and seven
beverages (mostly just powdered) on their menu beforehand.
Since all of the students in their class were divided into respective groups
with specific jobs way ahead of time, two groups are in-charge of baking the
cakes and preparing the beverages. The members of those two groups consist of
all the girls in the class, considering the fact that it is a host cafe after
all. The guys' jobs are to entertain the customers and chat with them for a bit
like real hosts as well as taking and serving their orders. The two groups
estimated how many customers would come a week before the festival started, so
they already have pre-made cakes and beverages stored. But just in case they
run short of supply, some people on the class volunteered to bring microwave,
oven, a small refrigerator, and other handy utensils needed for baking.
"Ah~ Where's JoJo?" One of the girls in 2-B impatiently asks.
"Jeez. Stop looking for him and go prepare shit at the back already." One of
the guys answers.
"Whatever! It's not my shift yet anyways! I'm gonna help out this afternoon, so
shut up!" The girl replies rather harshly.
The class is almost fully ready to open their booth. The hosts are already
dressed and the girls are making sure that each tables have menus. They are
almost ready to get into action, except for one thing: The lead host still
isn't there.
They wait for a few moments until the star finally shows up.
He is beautiful. Sexy. Alluring. Truly perfect.
Jotaro wore his suit just like how true hosts do. It matches him a lot. His
black, "luxe" shiny suit jacket is left fully open. Three buttons of his purple
dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his overly-evident, well-defined
collarbones. Whenever Jotaro shifts his body, his pectorals can be seen in a
very teasing way. His black trousers embrace his well-toned thighs and legs.
Because he didn't wear his hat, everyone has witness Jotaro's hair clearly for
the first time. His hair is shiny with the effects of his hair wax. Two tiny
strands of perm stand out, hanging on his forehead. His stoic, resigned facial
expression makes him even more seductive when paired with his current getup.
Everyone in the classroom is left dumbfounded. All of their jaws drop, not one
of them had spoken for the first few seconds.
Until the girls swarm around Jotaro, grabbing the brunet everywhere.
"OH MY GOD JOJO HOW CAN YOU BE THIS FUCKING SEXY?"
"SEXY IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT TO BE HONEST!"
"PLEASE BE MY PERSONAL HOST!"
"ENTERTAIN ME, JOJO!"
Fuck.
Jotaro knows very well that this would be the outcome. However, he needs to
bear with it. He has shifts too anyway. But at the moment, he has to shake his
female classmates off of him to avoid destroying his getup.
The class representative sees Jotaro's current predicament. And so, before
Jotaro could yell to those girls, the class representative beats him to it.
"Girls! If you do not leave Kujo this instant, I will tell our homeroom teacher
to deduct your points and mark you absents in the attendance sheet! Our
priority is to run this booth smoothly, so go do your job at the mini-kitchen
now!" The class representative raises his voice towards the girls. The girls
are grunting and are reluctant at first, but they understand the situation.
Dealing with incomplete attendance is even more troublesome and they all know
it. And so one by one, they proceed to the mini-kitchen. Even when they are
already at the back, some girls slightly opens the curtains from time to time
and ogles at Jotaro.
A few minutes later, the host cafe is finally officially open. The class
representative tells Jotaro that he doesn't have to say anything to those
customers anymore because after all, they just forced him into it. Still, even
though Jotaro doesn't entertain them and chat with them like how it should be,
the girls are more than satisfied to have Jotaro serve their orders and see him
in his attire. It is a rare and precious sight for them.
Jotaro and the other hosts take orders and serve the customers properly. Jotaro
has done more job though because almost all of the customers request for him.
He is obviously exasperated but his mouth has been shut the entire time.
Everything has been going smoothly... until a certain group of girls from the
neighboring school has visited the host cafe.
"OH MY FUCKING GOSH LOOK AT JOJO!" One of the girls from the group points at
Jotaro.
"I think I'm gonna get pregnant now." Another girl murmurs vulgarly.
The group (there are at least eight of them) begins fangirling in the entrance
until one host approaches them.
"Welcome to-" The poor host gets cut off and has been pushed out of the way.
The group of girls proceeds inside and then they suddenly gather around Jotaro.
Jotaro begins having a certain feeling that those girls are two times more
annoying than the girls in his class.
He is proven to be absolutely right.
Some of the girls pull on his suit. The others are clinging on him way heavier.
The others are forcing him to take a selfie. They are doing it all at once.
Jotaro, of course, tells them to stop in the crudest way as possible and shakes
them off. But every time he did, they just keep on going back at it again. One
of them even goes as far as putting her hand inside his dress shirt and gropes
one of his pectorals.
The 2-B girls takes a peek outside from the curtain and see what that group of
girls has been doing. The 2-B girls immediately leaves the mini-kitchen and
approach the crazy group.
"And what do you hoes think you are doing to our JoJo?" One of the 2-B girls
exclaims.
"Clinging onto him as if you know him well. You're just visitors!" Another 2-
B girl retorts.
"Excuse me? We are your customers. Shouldn't you respect us?" One of the girls
who clung onto Jotaro replies as she raises her eyebrow.
"Go back there and do your job, sluts." A different girl from the group yells.
"What the hell did you say?!"
And so a cold, bloody war between the girls began. Some of the chairs got
knocked down, some of the plates fell and broke into pieces.
They begin pulling each other's hair and pushing each other around, forgetting
that Jotaro is there between them.
It is Jotaro's one and only chance to flee.
As soon as he runs away, one of the hosts yelled "JOTARO LEFT!", causing the
girls to stop the fiasco for a moment.
And then suddenly, the girls in both sides have agreed to one thing: Chase
Jotaro Kujo and make him choose between them.
Just when Jotaro thought he could finally have some peace, the girls follow
him. "JOJOOOO! ~" They all yell and chase after him.
Fuck, if this goes on, I'll definitely develop a Gynophobia. Jotaro thinks to
himself as he runs as fast as he could. How can they run this fast? Nobody can
even catch up with me on PE. What the fuck is going on in here?!
He can hear how hard the girls try to catch up. They are already panting, but
despite that, they still are desperate to catch up to Jotaro. Desperation keeps
them fast.
But Jotaro runs the fastest. He doesn't have any place in mind. The rooftop is
on the opposite side from where he is running towards. If he goes out of the
building, he might attract a new group of visitors. He continues running
without any destination in mind. He runs down the stairs through the fire exit
and reaches the first floor. It seems like he have lost the girls, they
probably haven't noticed him using the fire exit.
Even so, Jotaro hasn't drop his speed and he continues to advance further. It
is quite crowded in the first floor too because there are also a lot of booths
and mini-events. To avoid attracting new flocks of girls, Jotaro looks for a
place where there are only a few people.
He finds one potential place. Apparently it is the school's art clubroom,
featuring their very own Art Exhibit. He goes inside and catches his breath. He
wipes his temples with his sleeve and he stands still for a while. There are
only about five people inside, and all of them are preoccupied in looking at
the art displays.
And so, Jotaro decides to stay there for a while and looks around. He figures
it is somewhat safe there. Judging how the spectators on the said exhibit looks
like, he assumes they are introverts who wouldn't care about how handsome he
is.
There are different kinds of art in the exhibit. Some are miniature wood
sculptures placed on a long table. There are also 3D sketches and portraits of
real people Jotaro doesn't even know. One of those portraits featured a
charismatic smirking blonde man, wearing a green headband with a heart emblem
on it.
It runs shivers down Jotaro's spine. He feels like it was something evil for
some reason, but he does not linger on it for too long.
One side of the wall is filled with abstract paintings. On the opposite side
are some more paintings with various themes, but all of them are oil paintings.
Jotaro skims each one of them. He sees a painting of an eerie, dark room with a
man holding a bottle of beer. Another painting is that of a beautiful girl
wearing a straw hat as she runs through a sunflower field. There is also a
painting of silhouettes of five men and one dog, gathered around a campfire in
the middle of the dessert. For some reason, Jotaro feels a certain nostalgia as
he looks at it. The painting feels warm and melancholic at the same time. But
then again, he easily loses interest in things so he does not linger on it for
long and instead proceeds to the next painting.
As soon as his vision settles on the next painting, he feels his heart skip a
beat.
He witnesses a stunning, beautiful oil painting of a lone dolphin in the sea.
The dolphin's head surfaced above the seawater and it was as if the dolphin was
crestfallen for some deep, unknown reason. It has hit Jotaro's heart.
He can tell how lonely the dolphin was. He was alone in that vast sea. All
alone. The way the artist chose a ghastly palette of colors made the painting
even more beautiful.
Jotaro never feels this way before. He never empathizes with someone, let alone
something. But that painting has spoken to him. It is telling him something,
yet he can't put some words on it.
Jotaro knowns then that he wants that painting to be in his possession at all
costs.
Looking at the right bottom corner of the painting, Jotaro sees the artist's
name, or rather-- pen name. "Hierophant Green..." Jotaro reads aloud. It is
such a bizarre pen name, but Jotaro surely will not forget that pen name for a
while.
Jotaro approaches the art club member who is seated in the corner, guarding the
exhibit. "Is there any way for me to have one of the paintings here?" Jotaro
asks out of the blue.
The art club member looks at Jotaro and he gives him a smile. "Well yes of
course! You just have to approach the artists of the ones you like and make a
deal with them. If you're lucky enough, they can give it to you for free since
nobody really likes visiting the exhibit anyway..."
"Well then who's the artist behind that painting?" Jotaro points at the dolphin
painting.
The art club member stands at p and walks towards the said painting. "Oh, this
one. Apparently this was just donated to the art club by an anonymous non-
member. Nobody really knows who this, uh, Hierophant Green person is." The boy
scratches his head and continues.
"A few non-members often donate their art to the club so that it can be
featured whenever we will have an exhibit. They leave their names though just
in case somebody would love to negotiate and have their art. Or really, just
for recognition. Some just wants to be acknowledged. I don't get why they still
won't join the club though... Anyway. This Hierophant Green person didn't even
list their name and all. I remember it was a year ago when this painting was
intentionally left on the donation box. Since then, we've been featuring this
painting in all of our exhibits, hoping to find who the artist is. After all,
this is one of the most emotional and beautiful paintings we have seen. It's so
mysterious... It doesn't even have a title."
"Nobody claimed it theirs after all this time?" Jotaro asked seriously.
"Um, no. Never."
"How can I make it mine then? I want it." Although he says it stony-faced, it
is obvious how Jotaro wants the painting so bad.
The art club member smiles. "You can have it. I have never seen someone as
interested as you are. Also, it has been with us for quite some time already
and no one is still claiming it, so I guess it's fine. However, if one day the
artist will come and look for it, please do return the painting to us." The art
club member offers Jotaro a fair deal.
"Are you sure that's fine?" It seems too good to be true for Jotaro. Such a gem
for free? God, he is willing to ask a huge amount of money from his grandpa
just to buy the painting!
"Sure! I'm the club president, you can trust me with that." The art club
president giggled.
Jotaro gives him a light smile and he carefully unhooks the painting from the
wall.
As he holds it tight, Jotaro endearingly stares at the painting for a while.
This is the first time I became desperate to have something in my possession.
This is also the first time I ever craved to build a connection towards
somebody I have yet to know. This is too bizarre. It's as if the painting
itself invites me to know who you are. That's why I'll find you, Hierophant
Green. I'll find you and ask what your feelings were when you painted this
treasure.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Btw I never explained why this fic's title is "High Color Times".
     High Color Times is basically an album name of one of my favorite
     Japanese bands, Base Ball Bear. I was listening to the album on
     repeat while writing this one so yeaaaahhh I decided to name this
     after it. Lmao I just really suck at giving titles, like, all of my
     chapter titles are average af haha. Thanks for reading, see you in
     the next update! ;>
***** Day Two *****
Chapter Notes
     JOTARO FAPPIN' IN THIS CHAPTER. BE WARNED. I decided to finally
     change the rating to Explicit because I want dem steamy hot yaoi
     actions :^) ALSO THERE WOULD BE SLIGHT JOSUHAN IN THIS STORY I'M
     SORRY I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT. Sorry if it's a bit late, had a huge
     fight with the most important person in my life to the point where I
     lost inspiration to write ughhh but we're okay now thankfully and I'm
     back with a chapter! Enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
Jotaro manages to survive Day 1 as a host. Although he totally skipped his
shift, his classmates understood the whole situation that occurred and they
actually felt sorry for him. The 2-B girls apologized (Class Representative
forced them to) and Jotaro silently accepted it. The class banned the crazy
group of girls from the neighboring school from stepping even one footstep on
their classroom.
When Jotaro arrives home, his mom is enthusiastically waiting for him on the
doorstep. She obviously is going to interrogate his son about what happened in
his first day.
"Jotaroooo! ~" Holly squeals and suddenly leaps into Jotaro's arms. Jotaro just
sighs and pats his mother's back lightly. When Holly finally pulls away from
her son, she gives him a wide smile.
"How was it? I bet all of your fans swooned over you!"
"Tell me about it." If only you knew how fucked up those 'fans' are and how
much they made me suffer.
Holly notices how exhausted Jotaro is. Her face that was smiling widely a few
seconds ago turns into that of a worried one.
"Oh, Jotaro... I can already imagine how everybody ganged up on you! Dear, how
about taking a hot shower and then rest for a while? I'll call you when dinner
is ready." Holly concernedly says as she caresses Jotaro's cheek.
"Mhm." Jotaro just hums out of response and immediately proceeds to his room.
Jotaro tosses his school bag somewhere on the floor. He then placed the
painting (which is covered by a black cloth given by the art club president)
carefully on his bed. After taking all of his outfit off and hanging them, the
brunet sits on his bed and he uncovers the painting, setting aside the black
cloth.
He stares at the canvas again. Although the real message of the painting is
quite desolate if one would closely observe, it is also absolutely unique and
inviting at the same time. It draws you in.
Truly bewitched by the said painting, a peculiar phenomenon starts happening to
Jotaro on the spur of the moment:
He gets an erection.
Jotaro occasionally wanks. Sometimes when he feels so stressed and pent up,
he'd do the deed and search for good fap material in porn websites and type his
favorite tags on the search bar. But to think he actually got a boner just by
looking at a supposedly-melancholic dolphin painting was plainly... Bizarre.
And fucked up.
Jotaro really has formed an unexplainable connection towards everything that
involved the painting, but he didn't mean for it to be in "that" kind of a
connection. Making it a fapping material is just wrong in all angles.
But Jotaro can't control his hormones, can he? After all, he is a healthy,
growing teenager.
Something's definitely wrong with my dick.
Jotaro takes off the remaining cloth on his body which is his boxers. He rests
his head back comfortably against the headboard and holds the painting by his
left hand. His right thumb starts to playfully poke the tip of his dick. When
he tales the thumb away from the tip, a string of precum forms. To think he is
already oozing with precum when he hasn't even done anything yet...
His thumb finds its way on the damp head of his member again and rubs the
sensitive skin lightly at first, but soon firmer.
How can this paintingーHierophant Green, stir me up this much?
Half-lidded, turquoise orbs intensely gazes at the oil painting. Jotaro's right
hand wraps around his huge, throbbing cock and starts pumping the member up and
down in a slow but firm motion. His breathing becomes erratic yet remains low
in volume, being mindful of the fact that his mother is in the same roof.
Occasionally rubbing and pinching the skin surrounding his balls as well,
Jotaro's entire body simply quivers at the pleasure building up all over him.
Bringing the painting up close to his face, Jotaro's right hand starts to move
faster, rubbing his entire dick up and down erratically and aggressively.
Burning the dolphin painting's image into his mind while stroking his dick
wildly, Jotaro can tell he will be cumming soon. When his gaze stops at the
aesthetically written signature of the artist right at the bottom corner of the
painting, Jotaro releases a loud grunt and gives his cock one more hard stroke
until semen spurts out, most of it landing on his stomach.
Jotaro pants for a while as his cock continues to jerk by itself. When he feels
his dick limping, he puts the painting down and reaches for a box of tissue
placed on top of the night stand. He thoroughly wipes his cum. It is probably
the most pleasurable fapping session Jotaro ever had so far considering how
thick his cum was.
Jotaro grabs the painting and hangs it on the wall side that is facing his bed.
He feels satisfied watching the painting displayed in his room.
The buff teenager proceeds to the bathroom and steps inside the shower.
Switching it into hot temperature, he turns the shower on and relaxes as the
water runs down his body.
A lot of things happened that day. It was a truly an eventful day for Jotaro,
but the highlight of his day was obviously how he found the painting. Jotaro
then remembers about how determined he was in finding the artist. It's quite a
dilemma, now that he thought about it. First, Hierophant Green was not a member
of the art club. Second, nobody in the art club knew who Hierophant Green is.
Honestly, Jotaro didn't know how to search for him, but the possibility that
Hierophant Green is student of that school has kept him going. Jotaro doesn't
have any idea how to track him, but for some reason, he's confident that they
will be drawn towards each other somehow.
He can feel it deep inside his heart. Although it might take long, Jotaro Kujo
believes that they'll get there.
Jotaro isn't stupid enough to not realize how attracted he was to the painting
and to its artist. Attraction towards the painting in a sense where he
sympathized with it. Attraction towards the artist in a sense that... That he
is interested in knowing how talented the artist is, what was going through his
head when he painted a great piece of art, or simply just... Just who
"Hierophant Green" is.
Jotaro is known for not giving a shit in almost everything. That, Jotaro
himself even acknowledged as part of his character. So realizing how much he
desires to meet the person behind that painting is clearly a bizarre feeling
for him.
Is Hierophant Green a girl? Do they like marine animals (specifically dolphins)
too? Or is Hierophant Green a boy? No matter what among those possibilities
might be true, Jotaro simply just wants to meet them regardless and see through
their emotions.
Feeling his mind immense on a string of thoughts already, Jotaro shakes his
head and decides to quit putting too much thought about it and instead, just
enjoy the hot shower.
 
 
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When the second day of the festival began, the host club is more orderly than
it was the day before. The whole class really reflected on how disastrous the
first day was, and the girls truly felt guilty about it. Jotaro managed to
serve the customers well. Although there are some who are still so gung-ho over
him, it isn't as bad as the crazy group of girls that went berserk the last
time. It is at least tolerable.
When Jotaro is taking the customers' orders, one of the other hosts approaches
him. "Jotaro, some hot, uh, blonde lady is looking for you outside."
Jotaro goes outside the classroom and sees Holly there, together with two, tall
boys with athletic builds and a short, blonde boy. All of them are wearing
middle school uniforms.
"Hello, JoJo~" We've come here to see how your host cafe is doing! Oh my, you
are totally handsome in that suit, dear!" Holly enthusiastically greets as he
pats Jotaro's shoulders with both of her hands gently. "I brought the boys with
me!"
"Yo, Jotaro-san." One of the tall boys greets him in a calm manner. He has a
well-maintained pompadour that suits him. He somewhat resembles Jotaro in some
angles, implying how handsome he is too.
"Yo, Jotaro-san!!!" The other tall boy greets eagerly. He has two, fine lines
crossing each side of his face.
"Hello, Jotaro-san!" The short, blonde guy greets politely with a smile on his
face.
"Why did you have to bring Josuke here?" Jotaro asks his mother, his eyebrows
knitting together.
"What's wrong with bringing Josuke here? Don't be such a killjoy, Jotaro! Your
dear relative is here to see you!" Holly indignantly answers, her hands resting
on her hips.
"He probably just finds it a problem that a flock of girls would swarm around
me and steal his spotlight in the cafe, heh. Right, Okuyasu?" The handsome,
pompadour boy smugly says.
The other tall boy smirks and nods. "I know right, dude!"
"Or maybe, Jotaro-san finds it a problem that there's already two of you
inhumanely good-looking guys inside the cafe and a lot of girls would swarm
around both of you, creating a ruckus..." The short, blonde guy worriedly
counters.
"Koichi got it right." Jotaro says with a troubled look on his face. "Koichi is
the only one who always gets it right."
"Come on, it couldn't be that bad!" Holly claps her hands together and proceeds
inside the classroom. The boys follow her inside while Jotaro is reluctant into
going back inside.
Yare Yare Daze.
When Jotaro goes back inside, the 2-B girls as well as the female customers has
already been ganging up on Josuke.
"God, what a handsome middle schooler you are!"
"Call me senpai, cutie!"
"I love your hairstyle, it's so manly!"
Josuke is so lost. Everywhere he looked, the girls surround him. Okuyasu and
Koichi stand somewhere in the corner with Holly.
"Oh my... Josuke-kun seems like he is in trouble!" Holly exclaims with an
agitated look on her face.
"Tch. How come even mature, high school girls gang up on him as well?" The
envious Okuyasu murmurs.
"We really need to help Josuke-kun out..." Koichi worriedly says back.
"How come you're here, kouhai? ~" One of the girls asks Josuke playfully.
"Ah, um... Uh, I'm here to visit my nephew- I mean, my relative." Josuke
answers nervously.
"Oh my, who is that relative of yours? ~" Another girl asks.
"... Kujo Jotaro."
"KYAAAAA!" The girls start to squeal and grab Josuke everywhere.
"H-Hey, not my pompadour!" Josuke exasperatedly says as somebody almost touched
his hair.
I better get him outta there before somebody would insult or ruin his fucking
pompadour.
Jotaro approaches the ruckus. When the girls noticed Jotaro's presence, they
immediately grab and pull him closer to Josuke.
"Let's compare them!"
"Obviously, Jotaro is way more handsome, although kouhai-chan is very charming
in his own way as well!"
"Are you serious? Kouhai-chan will still grow and overcome Jotaro's looks!"
"No way, Jotaro will always be superior out of all men, you traitor!"
"Nope, I agree with her, I like Kouhai-chan even more. His look is so
refreshing! ~"
"Shut up! Jotaro is still our number one!"
"I'm gonna switch to Kouhai-chan, he's better and more interesting!"
"Jotaro!"
"Kouhai-chan!"
"JOTARO!"
"KOUHAI-CHAN!"
Because of the disagreement between the girls' opinions, another war breaks out
in the classroom. The new sets of plates which replaced the ones that broke the
day before have broke into pieces once more. The girls are pulling each other's
hair. It is like a repeat of what happened last time.
"Jotaro-san! I never knew high school girls are more impulsive than the ones in
middle school! I didn't know they can be this... CRAZY." Josuke whispers to
Jotaro with a hint of horror in his tone.
Jotaro clicks his tongue and grips Josuke's wrist. "No matter what happens,
don't stop running."
"Eh?!
Jotaro immediately runs, grabbing Josuke with him. They exit the classroom and
run as fast as they could.
"Ah, Jotaro and Josuke-kun ran away!" Koichi says surprisingly, loud enough for
the girls to hear.
The girls halt the fight and they start to run after the two boys.
"I think you made it worse, Koichi-kun..." Holly sighed.
The girls are already catching up to Jotaro and Josuke.
"Wait for us, Jotaroooooo!"
"Kouhai-chan, we haven't asked for your number yet!!"
"JOTARO-SAN! HOW COULD THEY BE THIS FAST? NOBODY CAN EVEN BEAT ME IN P.E., SO
HOW CAN THEY MANAGE TO CATCH UP?" Josuke asks aloud, obviously perplexed.
That's what I fucking asked to myself too!
"Look, Josuke. Let's separate okay? That way, there would be less girls running
after us since they are rooting for different teams after all. It'll be easier
if we manage to separate them as well. Don't let them catch you!" Jotaro shares
his plan to Josuke.
Josuke just simply nods and they both part ways. Jotaro goes through the fire
exit again while Josuke, who doesn't know anything about the school grounds,
just runs straight ahead.
 
"GREAT. FUCKING GREAT. WHERE THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?"
"Haaah. Stop running already Kouhai-chan!"
"Kouhai-chan, we're already getting tiiiired!"
"As if I would slow down!!" Josuke yells and even doubles his speed. He
eventually manages to widen the gap between the girls and him, but he hasn't
let his guard down.
He looks around, desperately trying to look for a place to hide. Then out of
nowhere, a hand suddenly grabs his collar and pulls him inside an empty club
room, causing Josuke to stumble down on the floor.
"Ow, what the hell?!" Josuke exclaims as he rubs the back of his head.
"Keep quiet." The person who grabbed and pushed him whispers.
"Kouhai-chaaaan, where are you?!"
Josuke gulps and does what the stranger told him to.
"I think we've lost him!"
"Damn it, I haven't asked him for a selfie yet!"
"More like, I haven't even asked for his name yet!"
When the footsteps finally tone down and no girl is calling out for him
anymore, Josuke heavily exhales. "God, high school girls are terrible."
Josuke stands up and makes sure that his uniform doesn't have any dirt from
when he fell on the floor. He then turns to the stranger.
"Thank you for helping me out!" Josuke says, smiling at the stranger at the
same time.
"That wasn't for free, kid." The stranger who has black hair with green
highlights and a green headband answers in a cold tone.
"Huh?" Josuke confusingly utters.
"Since I rescued you from those insane fangirls of yours, I need you to pay me
back. After all the trouble I went through to help you, I expect you to give me
something in return."
"What the hell? I didn't even ask for your help in the first place!" The
pompadoured male angrily replies. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?
"Don't yell when you're talking to somebody this close." The other male irately
scolds Josuke. "What I'm going to offer you is a pretty simple one. How about
returning the favor and help out the one who helped you first?"
Seeing how persistent the other male is, Josuke has no other choice. For some
reason, Josuke can tell that the other person is hard to defy. Although Josuke
despises selfish people who act all high and mighty like the stranger, it is
still true that the stranger helped him. Josuke would want to respect that.
Also, the stranger didn't seem like he would let him do shady business. He
actually looked like a classy person, at least. And so Josuke gives in.
"Fine." Josuke sighs and continues. "What do you want me to do in return?"
"It's pretty easy. It won't take too long as well." The stranger answers as he
smirks at Josuke.
"I want you to be my model."
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     IT WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A SMUTTY SCENE SO I'M SORRY IF IT WENT
     WRONG.
     >Goddamnit author where is the JotaKak in this
     >Damn author what's the relevance in Josuke being Rohan's model
     Let's see and find out in the upcoming chapters :^) Pls leave
     comments and kudos and stuff, I would really appreciate it ;~; Thanks
     for reading!
***** Joint Class *****
Chapter Notes
     Here's Chapter 5 of this crappy fic huehue. Sorry it was later than
     before, I was lazy and was binge-reading some manga kek. I personally
     found writing this chapter difficult due to being descriptive about
     an exercise routine, and I have no any idea regarding workouts and
     exercises bc I'm a lazy potato couch lmao but I copied some of it off
     from some fitness blogs so I think it's fine (????). Here it is,
     enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
Finally, the school festival is over. All of the results are announced on the
third day. Apparently, the host cafe only placed second in the "Best Second
Year Booth" category, the first one being the Horror House created by class 2-
A. It was indeed an enjoyable booth. Almost all of the props were crafted
spookily, and the ones in-charge of putting creepy make ups on the ghosts did a
great job. Their customers were usually couples and some group of middle school
boys who saw it as some form of "Test Of Courage".
Everything in school went back to normal. Girls are clinging onto Jotaro again
on his way to school. Love letters pile inside his locker, only for them to be
discarded immediately without having read. Girls swarm around him again inside
the classroom. Some are asking for Josuke's name, but Jotaro isn't someone who
would move his mouth over unnecessary things, let alone having the intention to
put Josuke's life in danger. At least he is being a thoughtful relative in a
way.
Jotaro has slept throughout the entire first period (specifically Literature
class). On the second period, however, he he is wide awake because Mr. Avdol is
teaching History. He is somewhat interested in History, especially that their
current topic is about Egypt (and for some unknown reasons, Jotaro wants to
hear about it). His favorite subject is Zoology though. He doesn't even sleep
at all and is even taking notes when they are given brief background about
Marine life. As soon as History class is over, the girls and boys go out of the
classroom and proceed to their respective locker areas to change into their
P.E. uniforms for the third class.
When all of them are done changing into their designated uniforms (red bloomers
for girls while blue shorts for boys), they proceed to their assigned venues
since the girls and boys have separate P.E. classes. The boys go to the field
while the girls go to the gym.
When the 2-B boys arrive to the field, they are surprised to see the 2-A boys
in there as well, with their P.E. uniforms. It is supposed to be 2-B's schedule
for P.E. class, so all 2-B boys are wondering why.
Jotaro sees a familiar face among the 2-A boys. Cherry-dangling-earrings guy.
However, it seems that the red-head isn't aware of Jotaro's presence so Jotaro
hasn't linger on it for too long.
After a while of standing there awkwardly, both classes get relieved when the
P.E. instructor finally arrived.
"I'm reaaaally sorry for not informing you ahead of time, boys!" The instructor
apologizes as he rubs the back of his necks. He is a buff man, an above-average
built that isn't ordinary even for normal Physical Education Instructors in
their school. His silver hair rises directly above his head, straight, to a
height about half that of his head. He is certainly not Japanese.
"2-A's P.E. instructor was in a motorcycle accident two days ago, but no
worries, he luckily survived! Though there were a few bone dislocations here
and there that would probably not heal for a month or two..." The instructor
thoughtlessly says as he smiles cheekily. "Which is why 2-A's P.E. class got
re-scheduled so that I'll be able to become the substitute teacher and handle
both classes at the same time since we have no other P.E. teachers as good as
me!" The instructor boasts jokingly, and then he continues. "Nah, just kidding.
We don't have enough staff. So there we go! Expect this to be way more fun
boys!"
The boys then bow and say formalities together to give their respects and hopes
of working together with the instructor well.
"Now, since we have a lot of people in this class already, it'll take a lot of
time to record each one of you with the routines, I can't possibly do that
alone!" The instructor mutters as he scratched the back of his head gently. "So
we'll have to stick to plan B, which involves choosing a partner and doing the
routines together. That way it'll be time efficient and the routines would be
easier since you guys have support than doing it individually!" The instructor
explains as he wears a smug look on his face, implying he is really proud of
his idea.
They already begin choosing their partners. Bestfriends choose each other by
default. And since 2-A has more boys than 2-B, it was inevitable to pair up
with somebody from the other class.
Jotaro, however, doesn't have any friends. He has admirers and fans, but no
friends. With his stoic attitude and demeanor full of menace, his social life
is totally a zero. Nobody even dares to choose him as a partner because they
knew Jotaro is too... strong for them. They probably can't catch up with him on
the routines let alone support him. The routines obviously involves half-
lifting the partner, and Jotaro has an above-average build for a teenager. He
has western blood in him after all, that is why an average Japanese teenager
couldn't possibly match his physique.
Even though the situation is like that, Jotaro is rather relieved instead of
disappointed. It will be easier for him to do it alone since no one would hold
him back. He also finds it troublesome to be with somebody.
As soon as Jotaro starts to approach the instructor and inform him that he'll
work alone, somebody taps him lightly on his back. "U-Um..."
Jotaro looks back and sees the red-head cherry boy. The red-head displays an
awkward expression on his face as he eyes Jotaro.
"Um, it seems that you have not chosen any partner yet... I don't have one as
well. If it isn't too much of a trouble, can we pair with each other instead?"
The red-head proposes as he gives Jotaro a nervous smile.
Yare Yare Daze.
Jotaro finds it troublesome that somebody actually wants to be his partner, but
looking at the red-head who seems absolutely polite, he just couldn't say no
for some reason. Or rather, no matter what, they will end up as partners either
way. If the instructor finds out about how both of them do not have any
partner, it is a given that the instructor will pair them with each other
automatically.
Jotaro just nods as a response and the red-head smiles at him. "I was still
kind of awkward around you because of the studs incident. But thank goodness
you aren't mad or anything at me for being totally random about it!" The red-
head sighs as a sign of relief.
"..." Jotaro doesn't say anything back. Instead, his eyes travels to check
whether the red-head is still wearing his earrings even after receiving
detention days before.
And yes, he is indeed wearing those cherry dangling earrings even in P.E.
class.
The red-head notices Jotaro's gaze and it made him flustered. The red-head
tries to break the awkward scenario by asking Jotaro "W-What's your name by the
way?"
"...Kujo Jotaro." I'm surprised there's actually a student in this school who
doesn't know who I am.
"Nice to meet you, Kujo-kun. I'm Kakyoin Noriaki, you can call me Kakyoin." The
red-head introduces himself formally.
Jotaro doesn't feel comfortable with getting called by his last name. Everybody
around him calls him in his first name (he finds it a mystery why everyone
around him is into first name basis when it comes to him). If not first name,
then the nickname.
"Jotaro, JoJo. Whichever is fine for you." Jotaro says stoically.
"Oh, alright then, Jotaro." The red-head answers as he gives Jotaro a smile.
They exchange a long gaze straight into each other's eyes. Turquoise orbs meet
purple ones for the second time. Strangely, Jotaro finds it comfortable looking
at the red-head and having eye-to-eye with him, although he knows that it is
indeed weird for them to be doing that.
Just when both are already feeling the awkwardness, the instructor saves them
by clapping his hands together loudly, causing everyone's attention to divert
into him.
"I completely forgot that the 2-A boys don't know who I am yet. I was too hyped
in having this lively joint class, sorry about that. I'm Jean Pierre Polnareff.
You guys are so lucky to have me as your P.E. instructor!" The instructor
boasts again as he gives everyone a cheeky grin. He hands everyone handouts. It
contains all the exercise routines they need to accomplish. There are even
illustrations to guide the students in case they couldn't visualize how the
routine looks like.
"Everything is in there, boys! The methods, instructions, and what else. But I
will still wander around and guide you in case you're going to have any
troubles doing the routine. Start now!" Polnareff then blows his whistle and
the boys start to move.
"The first routine involves standing backbend and lifting the other on their
back..." Kakyoin states as he looks at the illustration of the first routine.
/Start standing back-to-back with your partner./
Jotaro turns his back and so does Kakyoin. Both of them press their backs
together, and Kakyoin gets a bit intimidated at the height difference. Jotaro
is clearly tall, but Kakyoin isn't short either. Though he is probably about 17
cm short of Jotaro. "He's huge..." Kakyoin mutters in low volume, making sure
it is indeed soft enough for Jotaro not to hear.
But Jotaro is a sharp man. I heard that.
/Person 1 and Person 2 will lock their arms together while on the back-to-back
position./
"Okay, so, who's gonna be the first one to play Person 1?" Kakyoin turns his
head slightly sideward in order for Jotaro to hear him.
"Me." Jotaro replies as he tried to find Kakyoin's arms, reaching on his back.
When he reaches for it, he grabs hold of Kakyoin's wrists instead.
"EH?!" Kakyoin immediately breaks Jotaro's hold and turns to face Jotaro.
"What? I just grabbed it so that I can have your attention and we can finally
begin to lock our arms together." Jotaro turns around as well, his eyebrow
raised.
The red-head gets flustered, his cheeks flush. "O-Oh, sorry I was just
startled." Clearly, Kakyoin is embarrassed.
What a fucking weirdo.
Both of them turn their backs against each other again and their arms are
interlocked. Jotaro begins to bend his knees. He didn't particularly mind who's
going to be the first one since they'll switch anyway. Each of them still needs
to perform the routine, the other one just being a support.
 
/Person 1 will begin to bend his upper extremity down in order to perform a
forward fold, carrying the weight of Person 2 on his back, coming into a
backbend up against Person 1's standing forward fold./
"Please do it slowly, I might be a little heav- YY!" Kakyoin totally didn't
expect that Jotaro would bend down and carry him on his back that soon. His
feet have risen from the ground and he can see the vast sky up above as Jotaro
carries him. He feels his heart beat fast, it is probably due to the sudden
flow of the situation.
"You're not heavy." Jotaro mutters. "As light as a feather." And with that,
Jotaro starts to lean his upper extremity in an upward, standing position,
dropping Kakyoin's feet on the ground.
"That's because you're quite... athletic yourself, Jotaro." Kakyoin answers as
he lightly smiles.
None of them broke the lock between their arms.
"I guess it's my time now..." Kakyoin says nervously and he gulps. He isn't
actually a wimp, his built is pretty good as well. At home, he has the knack of
working out early in the mornings before anything else. He could probably lift
Jotaro, but it wouldn't be for too long.
Kakyoin starts to bend his upper extremity slowly, adjusting to Jotaro's
weight. He finally manages to fully fold his body and lift Jotaro on his back.
Jotaro is definitely heavier than Kakyoin thought he would be, causing an
expected yet quite troublesome thing to happen; Kakyoin falls face on the
ground, bringing Jotaro along with him. When he fell on the ground, Jotaro has
laid down on top of him, still with back against his own. Kakyoin is
undoubtedly on a pinch, having a heavy weight flat-out on top of him, as if he
is being crushed by a road roller or something of that sort. Jotaro immediately
turns around to check on Kakyoin and flips Kakyoin's body, facing him.
"Are you okay?" Jotaro asks, his face serious. Kakyoin's eyes shut close due to
the pain. He reaches for his nose and rubs it in order to ease the pain his
nose caught from the impact on the ground when he fell. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine..."
He replies. When he opens his eyes, he notices that Jotaro is straddling him.
Kakyoin's cheeks flush with a shade of red again. "I would appreciate it if uh,
you allow me to stand!" He says shyly, gaze wandering somewhere that isn't from
Jotaro's direction.
Jotaro stands up as requested, leaving the red-head on the ground without even
offering a hand to help him get back on his feet. Jotaro is really annoyed with
the whole situation.
This is such a waste of time. Why did that fucking 2-A instructor have to be
caught in an accident anyway?
Kakyoin sits down first and then he slowly stands up. He reaches the back of
his shirt and shorts and tries to rub off any dirt from the ground.
Polnareff can be seen running in their direction. He asks what happened,
Kakyoin explains that he fell out of balance because of how he couldn't support
Jotaro's weight on him. The instructor tells them to take it easy on the next
routines and then proceeds to the other teams.
Kakyoin feels truly embarrassed about what happened and he can tell how pissed
off Jotaro is from everything that occurred. He exhales heavily and looks at
Jotaro in the eyes with a very apologetic look on his face.
"I'm sorry for what happened... I didn't mean to fall and get you involved."
Jotaro returns Kakyoin's gaze as well, his own eyes staring straight into
purple ones. Strangely enough, Jotaro can sense how dejected Kakyoin really was
about it and how guilty he was. For some reason, Jotaro couldn't help but
actually loosen up as soon as he saw those pitiful eyes.
Jotaro sighs and tips his hat a bit. "It's not your fault you couldn't carry my
weight. You're fine and that's what matters. It's alright." Jotaro answers with
a very resigned tone.
Kakyoin immediately feels relieved and he flashes a smile at Jotaro. "Thank you
for understanding, Jotaro!"
And then Jotaro feels a certain warm feeling inside his chest again. The last
time Kakyoin smiled at him like that, he felt that way as well.
Such a peculiar red-head.
"Um, if it's okay with you, can I treat you something from the konbini after
school?" Kakyoin offers tensely.
Why would he even wanna treat me over something so trivial? It wasn't even his
fault to begin with. I honestly don't wanna deal with anybody in particular.
Yare yare daze....
Jotaro is thinking of declining straight on, but looking at Kakyoin's eyes
again, he can't manage to say it.
Kakyoin looks at him as if he is... looking forward into something specific. He
can't put exactly what it is, but Jotaro feels like he wouldn't want to see the
dejected expression in his eyes again.
"... Okay." Jotaro answers with a sigh.
Kakyoin's eyes widen and so does his smile. "Alright then! I'll stop by your
classroom after the last bell!" He says, trying hard to sound refined but his
voice surely filled with enthusiasm.
"For now, let's finish the routines." Jotaro says, and then he looks at his
handout. Kakyoin nods and also does the same thing.
Both of them, despite the fact that P.E. class isn't finished yet and there are
more subjects to come, can't help but anticipate the last bell to ring already.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I totally sucked at describing the routine lmao if you guys can't
     visualize it, here's a badly drawn stick figure I made that resembles
     what they were doing: http://imgur.com/7Qk50RD
     Pls stay tuned and I would definitely appreciate it if you guys come
     talk with me in the comments or maybe drop a kudos. Thank you for
     reading! :>
***** Off With A Good Start *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry for the late update, I procrastinated the whole time
     lmao, I did try to draw again though so yeah I got my hands full on
     another thing but I suddenly remembered I wrote this fic and I got
     inspired again haha, welp, this is just a short chapter and all so
     don't expect too much but enjoy nonetheless!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
"W-Wait. I don't have to remove my clothes right?" The pompadoured teen
nervously utters to the artist.
"No. At least, not today." The green-haired man replies with a stoic look on
his face as he prepares his sketching tools. "You don't need to be so giddy
either, I won't include your face in my sketches."
Not yet?!
The pompadoured teen gets ticked off with the reply he received. He badly wants
to raise a fist on the artist, but the artist didn't really say anything
insulting in particular. Though it is indeed quite a bit offending that he
doesn't want to include his quite handsome face. Even if the artist didn't say
anything wrong, the way he speaks seem like he is all high and mighty, arrogant
and perfect. It annoys Josuke a whole lot. If not for his stupidity of getting
carried away, he woudn't have agreed to the artist's request on being his model
a few days ago. But he couldn't reject the artist for some reason, maybe
because of how formally intimidating and persistent the artist's character is.
Besides, there's going to be money as well, the artist offered to give him
small pay for every session. It's enough for Josuke to agree in becoming his
model. It wouldn't hurt him to do a few poses here and there.
"Hold on, we didn't exchange names yet. I'm Higashikata Josuke. You?" Josuke
realizes, introducing himself properly.
The artist just looks at him with one brow raised. And then the artist's gaze
shifts on his tools and he replies. "Kishibe Rohan. It's quite disappointing
that you don't know me, the Great Kishibe Rohan."
Josuke frowns due to how arrogant the reply he heard was. "Excuse me, you don't
even look like a potential famous person for me!" The pompadoured teen answers
exasperatedly.
Rohan sighs and turns to Josuke with a smug expression, his hands resting on
each of his hips. "Just so you know, I am one of the most popular young artists
who keeps on representing this city in sketching contests and manga-making
competitions. I'm also a famous doujinka under the pen name 'Heaven's Door'.
Not like it matters though, since people already know me in my real name. It is
quite a shame for you not to know. Are you sure you're a citizen of Morioh?"
Josuke surely is irritated at how haughty the so-called Great Kishibe Rohan is.
Josuke never had any interest towards art nor was he that fond of reading manga
and doujin. He only has interests towards making his hair look as badass as
possible (costing him most of his allowance in hair waxes and gels) and of
course, video games. Other than that, Josuke is pretty passive towards other
things. He finds art a boring hobby, but he didn't bother telling the artist
anymore, for it might trigger another arrogant statements from him again.
"But hey," One thing has crossed Josuke's mind out of a sudden, causing his
curiosity to stir up. "If you're such a great, young artist like what you're
trying to say, then why do you still need some reference, asking me to be your
model and all? Aren't you supposed to be, like, super great and crap you don't
need others to model for you anymore?" Josuke asks, raising an eyebrow.
"..." Rohan stands silent for a while. After pondering about it, he finally
speaks.
"Hm. That's because your body is one of a kind. One of the most well-toned body
types I have ever seen, and you're a still a middle-schooler on top of that. I
want to draw it." And then Rohan diverted his gaze away from the pompadoured
male. "Not like I'm complimenting you or anything so don't get the wrong idea."
Josuke's cheeks flush due to the compliment. He rubs the back of his head
gently and chuckles. "Uh, well, wow. Thanks." The artist might've not intended
to flatter him, but to hear something like that is still enough for him to feel
so.
"You talk too much. Let's start already." Rohan orders, grabbing his pencil and
sketchpad. "For starters, I want you to stand like how you usually do. Just a
normal standing position for now."
Josuke nods and tries to do what the artist requested. Still, even such a
simple posture is hard for him knowing that someone is going to draw him.
Josuke is getting awkward, it was his first time getting caught up in such
thing after all.
Rohan, upon noticing how overly aware Josuke is, goes towards him and knits his
eyebrows together. "Why are you so stiff? I told you, a normal standing
position! That's such an easy pose!" He scolds.
Josuke's lips turn into that of a pout. "I can't help it! The thought of
someone sketching me and all is embarrassing! And there's even a mirror across
me, that's even more embarrassing as hell!"
"Well could you stop thinking about that already and just relax?!" Rohan places
his hands on top of Josuke's shoulders. "These should be relaxed, not stiff,
okay?" The green-haired instructs, his green eyes piercing Josuke's blue ones.
Josuke shakes his head aggressively and breathes heavily. Then just like that,
he finally manages to calm down, his body finally relaxing.
"Finally." Rohan sighs and sits down on his chair. He occassionally points his
pen towards Josuke, marking invisible angles and details in the air. And then
when he is finally ready, he sketches Josuke's body with precision.
"Done." The artist utters as he stands up from his chair.
It has made Josuke's jaw drop. The whole sketching thing happened in just under
two minutes or so! He is left dumbfounded, he can't even tell if the artist was
just joking or not. But then looking at how serious and superior Rohan
Kishibe's demeanor is, the pompadoured teen doubts so.
"Are you fucking serious? That fast?! Let me see!"
And so Rohan flips his sketchpad to Josuke's direction. Josuke couldn't believe
what he just saw. It definitely is an accurate sketch of his body, detailed and
done with carefulness. He can tell Rohan that got it right since Josuke could
see his own posture just a while ago when he was still posing due to the mirror
across him.
"Man, you're actually pretty amazing!" Josuke, although he doesn't want to
admit it, couldn't help but compliment the artist due to his talent.
"What do you expect? I'm the Great Kishibe Rohan!" The green-haired man
cheekily smirks with pride.
"I would love to see more of your works. You're just simply great, you know? In
just a few minutes or so and then thereー All finished!!"
The continuous compliments from the pompadoured teen makes the artist blush a
little bit, and then he turns away from Josuke's direction. "Th-That's a given.
I'm the best in what I do. And maybe... Just maybe. I'll try to include your
face next time ONLY because it's a piece of cake and nothing else." Rohan
answers, stuttering a little bit.
Josuke nods with a smile on his face, quite happy and satisfied with what
happened.
Maybe working with this guy isn't such a bad idea after all.
 
 
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For the remaining class sessions after P.E., Kakyoin Noriaki couldn't help but
think about how shameless he was to have asked a random stranger to the konbini
after school. Not because he felt like he was being shamelessly familiar, but
because it was his first time to have asked somebody out in just a simple hang
out.
Kakyoin Noriaki is never good at dealing with people anyway. No matter how hard
he tries to fit in, he just couldn't. Having to move schools each and every
time due to his father' job made him unable to have a still, stable circle of
friends. His father is always too busy with his jobs as to the point where he
couldn't connect with his one and only son anymore.
Kakyoin Noriaki is a good-natured person. He never fails to flash a smile at
everybody, he is also intelligent and hard-working in his studies as well.
Given those qualities, he should have no problems with his social life, if not
for his lack of confidence. That was his major problem. Due to being alone as a
kid and some other childhood circumstances, he brought it all with him growing
up in his adolescence, making him a late-bloomer. It was hard for him to adjust
fast, and people find him dull because of that. Sure, he has catchy hair color
and catchy earrings he have been wearing for years (simply because he likes
cherries), but no attention would stay settle to him even with those.
"Kakyoin-kun is too polite."
"Kakyoin-kun is kinda weird."
"Kakyoin-kun is just intelligent, I doubt he is fun to be with."
"Kakyoin-kun is a bit intimidating, isn't he?"
The only time Kakyoin forgets about his lonely world is whenever he paints
something on a pure, white canvas. He would feel at ease, his imagination would
run wild, and his feelingsー His melancholic feelings, would start to surface
through art.
Kakyoin Noriaki is lonely, and the first time he had a close encounter with
somebody was with Jotaro Kujo, and apparently, he is the most popular student
in school.
Kakyoin couldn't help but get nervous. He asked Jotaro if it was alright to
chill at the convenience store after school, his treat. And the brunet said
yes. He wasn't expecting the other to agree at all. It was simply because
Kakyoin wanted to apologize for creating a mess in P.E. that he wanted to treat
Jotaro to make up for it. But of course, since the other male considered it, he
knew he would have to prepare himself and think of some conversation starters.
After all, it was an opportunity for him to finally gain a friend and he
wouldn't waste it at all. Kakyoin knows he has been alone for the longest time
already, and this time, he wants to finally do something about it.
Jotaro Kujo seems intimidating and stoic in demeanor. The red-head assumes him
to be unfriendly and quite menacing. It is good that he decided to finally find
friends, but maybe it was a bad idea to start with such a person like Jotaro
Kujo. But there was no turning back already, as the brunet already have agreed.
The red-head couldn't help but feel as if he was going to faint out of
nervousness throughout the rest of his classes. And when the last bell finally
rings, he immediately stands up from his desk, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
After having to ease his breathing, he quickly arranges his things.
He runs as fast as he could to the convenience store near the school and
settles in front of the said place, afraid of making the other male wait. He
arrived a bit early, seeing that there was no huge teenage boy with a hat
around the area.
He tries to calm himself down, catching his breath due to how fast he ran, and
when he has felt a hand touch his shoulder, he yelps in the most embarrassing
way and turns around immediately.
"J-Jotaro!" Kakyoin exclaims out of sheer surprise.
Jotaro raises an eyebrow at how obviously conscious and nervous the red-head
acted.
"Let's get inside already." Jotaro stoically says, his eyes looking straight
right into Kakyoin's.
Kakyoin can't stop himself from blushing at the sudden eye to eye contact. He
isn't used to somebody looking at him directly in the eyes. Not even his own
parents look at him directly when they casually talk, unless if it is something
serious like his grades.
Still, even if it was uncomfortable and new for Kakyoin, he is quite thankful
and happy to have experienced it. His nervousness starts fading away, being
replaced by the excitement of getting to hang out with somebody for the first
time.
And so, both students proceeds inside the convenience store, not affording to
let a second go to waste.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Sooo basically this chapter is just something I needed to imply how
     Josuke and Rohan started out heh. Again if I ever made any
     grammatical errors, I'm terribly sorry because English is not my
     first language. I tried ;x
     Thank you for reading! Hope to see you again in the next chapter!
***** Patrician Tastes Mark A New Friendship *****
Chapter Notes
     7th chapter here! There's an important revelation on this chapter,
     and oh my god I totally imposed some of my favorite bands in this
     chapter! *lowkey spreading underrated bands through this fanfic* lmao
     you'll understand when you read it. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
After ordering two cheese burgers and two cans of soda for each of them,
Kakyoin hurries to the table Jotaro chose and sits across him.
"D-Dig in!" Kakyoin stutters as he takes his burger and soda from the tray.
Jotaro does the same thing, grabbing his burger and soda, leaving the tray
empty.
Jotaro doesn't say anything, let alone a simple gratitude for the treat.
Kakyoin doesn't say anything either, or ratherーhe couldn't say anything at all.
His heart pounds so fast, he can't even chew his burger properly, but he tries
his best to swallow well to avoid choking and embarrassing himself in front of
the taller male.
There are a lot of topics swarming inside Kakyoin's brain, most of them being
basic conversation starters. But Kakyoin can't form those words in his tongue.
He wants to speak, but the words just won't come out due to how sheepish he is.
Awkward. Just awkward. Plain awkward. Help. I can't even taste the cheese in
this burger anymore.
Kakyoin is beginning to regret inviting the other male already. He wants to
blame Jotaro's stoic, intimidating demeanor for his current predicament, but
that's just truly wrong. The red-head knows he started it, so it's a given that
he should be the one doing all the initiation.
And then Kakyoin suddenly remembers the real purpose as to why he did this in
the first place. The nervousness had made him forgot, and the realization
finally occurrs to him again.
Of course! Yeah, I need to apologize for what happened back there in P.E.
class! God, you're such a big idiot, Noriaki!
"U-Um, Jotaro..." Kakyoin softly calls out, his hands gripping his thigh under
the table hard.
The taller male, while chewing, looks at him directly, wanting to hear out what
Kakyoin needs to say.
"I'm really sorry about what happened back there... in P.E.. I didn't know I
wasn't capable of carrying you at my back. I guess I'm weak or something like
that..." Kakyoin utters, rubbing the back of his head and smiling awkwardly.
"...." Jotaro stays silent for a while, staring directly at Kakyoin's
direction. And when he averts his gaze to his burger, Jotaro sighs.
"It's good. Nobody in my class can even carry me in the first place anyway.
It's normal."
Kakyoin's hands slowly eases when he finally heard the other male talk. He is
afraid Jotaro won't accept his apology, or worse, he wouldn't answer him at
all.
"I see... That's a relief! It's just that you're different from an average
Japanese boy. I-I don't mean it the wrong way though! Like, you're physically
bigger and stronger and way more different compared to others." Kakyoin
compliments quite awkwardly, being overly-conscious about the words he is
using.
"I'm also British-American." Jotaro replies, and then he sips his Dr. Pepper.
Kakyoin silently gasps out of sheer amazement. "So that explains everything...
That's cool!" He compliments again as he flashes a smile on Jotaro.
Jotaro looks at that smile, and then he tips his hat, covering his forehead
even more. "Hm."
Both of them are already halfway with their burgers. Kakyoin continues to eat
until he notices the song that is playing inside the convenience store, halting
his chewing of the burger.
"Ah!" Kakyoin gasps out of sudden as he stares at the speakers installed around
the store, causing Jotaro to look at his direction.
"Oh. You like Jimmy Eat World?" Jotaro seemingly has noticed that Kakyoin was
hearing out the song that played, and so he asks.
Kakyoin's eyes widens and excitement immediately fills his face. "I DO! Are you
kidding me? That's one of my favorite bands ever, and to hear it in a Japanese
7-Eleven of all places..." He answers, and when the idea of Jotaro knowing the
band crossed his mind, Kakyoin quickly has gotten so hyped about it. "Do you
like them too, Jotaro?"
"I do. I like midwest emo, post-rock, and punk bands. Though I'm more into
Jazz."
"Cap'n Jazz, Snowing, The Brave Little Abacus, Algernon Cadwallader?" Kakyoin
cites.
"American Football, Sunny Day Real Estate, Mineral, Modern Baseball, The
Hotelier, and of course, some classic stuff like Moody Blues." Jotaro
enumerates as well.
Clearly amazed by Jotaro's tastes, Kakyoin asks some more. "How about classic
rock?" Kakyoin adds enthusiastically.
"Yes, I listen to them too. Queen, Yes, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Rolling
Stones, Pink Floyd, and some other bands. Solo artists too like Ronnie James
Dio and David Bowie." Kakyoin's purple eyes shine brightly even more as Jotaro
mentions more of the bands that he also likes, peaking his interest even more.
"The Smiths? How about The Smiths?"
Kakyoin asks again, but he promises to himself that it would be the last
question for the day to avoid making the brunet annoyed.
"...."
"...."
"If I seem a little strange, that's because I am."
Kakyoin absolutely loses it when Jotaro quotes that certain lyrics from one of
The Smith's songs, in Japanese. Kakyoin can't help but lean forward on the
table and heavily inhales.
I have to say it. Say it, Noriaki. Say it.
Say it.

"W-Will you please be my friend, Jotaro?" The red-head says with a blush on
both sides of his cheeks. It is probably the most obvious blush in his entire
life, as red as the cherries he always loved. Despite being flustered, his
purple eyes gaze directly at Jotaro's own.
And Jotaro could tell how determined the other one is about it.
Jotaro stares back at him, and even Kakyoin can tell that it took the brunet
aback. The red-head couldn't help it. It is the first time somebody matches the
same music taste as his, and interests in general. All the bands that Jotaro
mentioned are Kakyoin's favorites, and those bands aren't just mere bands for
him. Those bands saved Kakyoin from his loneliness. Whenever he paints to no
end on the empty canvas, he would listen to sad songs at the same time,
immersing himself through his real emotions and portray them through art.
Finally, he found someone who had the same interests as him, and that might be
a beginning of a new chapter in his life.
Jotaro coughs a bit, clearing his throat before he gives Kakyoin his answer.
"If you have some physical albums, lend them to me."
Jotaro hasn't agreed literally and straight to the point, but Kakyoin knows
Jotaro acknowledges him. The red-head got the message and so he flashes a
genuine smile towards the taller male. "Thank you, Jotaro!" Kakyoin thanks the
male brunet earnestly.
It was the happiest Kakyoin has ever been for quite a long time.
"Mm." Jotaro just utters a simple hum as a reply.
Both of them then continue eating their burgers as they silently appreciate the
music that plays in the background until they finish their food.
 
 
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Kakyoin urged to ask Jotaro if it's alright for them to walk home together, but
Kakyoin considered asking next time instead because he still wants to drop by
somewhere and also, his heart and mind aren't ready to experience going home
with a 'friend' for the first time yet.
And so they didn't bring themselves to go home together. Both of them part ways
and as usual, Jotaro hasn't say anything at all. Not even a simple "See ya.".
Just like that, the bulky teen takes off separately. Kakyoin is happily walking
in the sidewalks and then he stops by his favorite art shop which sells the
most high quality art materials in all of Morioh.
He cheerfully looks around for the newly-arrived pens and he thoroughly
inspects each one of them. In the end, he picks his usual brands. He brings the
pens and a 20" x 24" canvas to the counter to pay for it.
It will probably be the first time in ages that Kakyoin will be able to draw
something less depressing and sad, which is why he is quite enthusiastic about
it. He tributes this new project as a commemoration of his new marked
friendship with somebody, explaining why he is positively motivated. 
When the transaction successfully finished, Kakyoin heads towards the exit,
only to find a familiar face on the entrance. They both inevitably notice each
other.
"Kakyoin Noriaki." The man, who is about as old as Kakyoin, calls out. The man
notices Kakyoin holding the blank canvas he just bought, making him raise an
eyebrow towards Kakyoin.
"Are you finally going back to painting?" He asks stoically.
"I never even stopped painting. I just quit participating in contests and
joining art clubs and organizations. What's it to you anyway? You and I are on
a different field." Kakyoin answers with an unpleasant tone, clearly irritated
by the said man.
"Even I acknowledge your talent, Kakyoin Noriaki. It's such a waste for you to
not show your pieces to the world, just letting them rot inside your room or
whatever you're doing with it right now, only for your own eyes to see." The
other male answers seriously, and then he continues with a frown. "I don't know
what caused you to stop, but you need to re-consider it. You don't want
regretting things in the end, do you?"
Kakyoin bites his lip hard. He couldn't find any answers, because everything
that the man said was precise.
"You don't have to say it. I really want to go back and paint for everyone to
see again, but... I can't." Kakyoin says dejectedly while looking down.
The man just sighs and takes a step forward. But before fully leaving Kakyoin,
he stops his tracks.
"Your world... Such a lonely place." The man utters softly, and then he
proceeds inside the shop, leaving the red-head behind.
Kakyoin grits his teeth and he immediately goes outside the shop with tears
accumulating in his eyes as he walks slowly towards home.
 
 
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"Man, you told me to meet you inside this shop 4:00 PM sharp or else you'll
kick my ass for being late. And so I did! But you were like, 5 minutes tardy
and you still happened to chit-chat with someone on the entrance!" The
pompadoured teen complains, crossing his arms together. "Who was that anyway,
Rohan? A weird friend of yours? You both wear dangling earrings, what the
hell."
Rohan's eyebrows knit together out of annoyance towards the pompadoured boy. "I
admit being late is a mistake of mine, but it's not my fault our homeroom
teacher had to call me out after school. And no, that man is not my friend."
Rohan answers with a frown.
"Ohhhh, after-school reprimanding, huh. What did you do this time, Rohan?" The
pompadoured male teases the older male with a grin.
Rohan scowls. He prefers not telling him the reason why, but since it concerns
Josuke, he decides to explain it instead.
"The homeroom teacher said some other teacher witnessed me repeatedly using the
old clubroom after classes without asking for permission. And the fact that I
bring a middle school student inside the high school all the time is an
offense. Of course I told him I was just using you for a reference and since
our teacher acknowledges my talent, he let me off the hook. And so our homeroom
teacher told me to stop using the old clubroom already and just draw
elsewhere." The green-haired explains with pure displeasure, not wanting the
pompadoured teen to hear such an embarrassing experience from the Great Kishibe
Rohan.
Josuke begins to laugh at Rohan's predicament, and surely it is an obvious
response from him. That made Rohan irk even more.
"Dude, that's sucks. And here I thought you're perfect and all, I couldn't
imagine a teacher calling you after class for a stupid reason!" Josuke makes
fun of Rohan, laughing really hard at the same time.
Rohan's face flush out of embarrassment. "It wasn't a stupid reason, so quit it
already! You're truly immature, Higashikata Josuke." The green-haired man
angrily answers.
Josuke continues to laugh for a while. When he finally manages to get a hold of
himself, he straightens up and fixes his pompadour. "So, where are you gonna
draw me then from now on?" He asks.
Rohan crosses his arms and looks at the younger male directly into his eyes.
"I'll sketch you in my house from now on."
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     AAAAA SO YEAH I ENDED UP ENUMERATING SOME OF MY FAVORITE BANDS IN
     THIS CHAPTER. I just love emo a lot. You guys should check out those
     bands when you got time!
     Thank you for all the people who left comments, complimenting this
     simple work of mine. I love you guys, see you next chapter and thank
     you for reading! <3
***** Green *****
Chapter Summary
     Noriaki Kakyoin's past, told in his point of view.
Chapter Notes
     I AM SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I was procrastinating a lot ugh
     forigive me. Anyways here is a brand new chapter, and this is all in
     Kakyoin's POV. Basically, this is his life story. You'll finally get
     to know more about cherry boy's past, yay! I tried to make this as
     sentimental and dramatic as possible but I failed srry lol ENJOY!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
  
"Noriaki. Take this brush and try to paint anything on this blank canvas."
"But I don't know how to paint, mother... We haven't been taught in school
yet."
"Listen, Noriaki. Everybody can paint, even you, who has no experience at all.
Painting isn't all about showing other people your skill at it. It's about
conveying what you feel right hereー" 
Mother poked my forehead.
"And here,"
And then she poked my chest.
"On a canvas."
"But mother, can't we just simply tell other people what we think and feel
through words? We were born with mouths, it would be a waste to not use them!"
"Dear, you're only saying that because you are still a mere child who knows
nothing about the world's ups and downs. When you grow up and finally able to
grasp the different kinds of emotions that exist within each one of us, you'll
come to understand that not everything you feel can't be put through words,
especially the overwhelming ones. Not everyone will listen if you always say
everything through your lips. But here, in this blank canvas, you will be able
to. If you're happy, you can paint a huge sunflower field. If you're down, you
can paint a vast, grey sky. And then the moment you show them to other people,
they will be able to sympathize with you."
At that moment, I was thinking about how complicated painting is. Feelings?
Overwhelming emotions? I didn't even know about those. I only knew anger from
when mother and father prohibit me to play outside whenever I have tutoring
sessions. I only knew about sadness when mother and father wouldn't buy me my
favorite toy, or when they forget to put cherry on top of my ice cream. I only
knew about happiness when they remember to put cherry on top of my ice cream.
It was as simple as that.
At that moment my mother suddenly asked me to grab that brush and paint
something on the white, blank canvas when I was 5, I was bewildered. I didn't
know what to do. Do I stroke on the center? Or maybe start at the corner? I had
no idea, and I didn't want to disappoint mother. After all, she was a well-
known painter who had represented Japan in a lot of contests. She was a
painting prodigy.
Still, knowing that I would fail at my first attempt, I took the brush anyway.
"Good boy, Noriaki. Now, choose any color from this palette. Let's see what
your first color will be."
The palette had many colors on it. It had the basic ROYGBV colors, and the
others were colors that weren't in my crayons. When I knitted my eyebrows due
to the hard decision, mother patted my head and smiled at me gently. And then
just like that, I finally had been able to pick a color that interested my
eyes:
Green.
It just occurred to me that I should pick Green. By instinct and without any
definite reason, I have chose that color and dipped the tip of my brush on it.
"Ah, Green!" My mother enthusiastically uttered. "Did you know, Kakyoin? Green
represents a lot of positive things! It may be a color representing nature,
vitality, freshness, youth, and luck. But other symbolisms that stood out for
me are growth and rebirth."
"Growing plants, mother? And how does rebirth happen? We only live once right?
That isn't even possible..."
"My dear Noriaki, growth isn't just about physical growing, like how trees go
from tiny seeds to tall trunks, or maybe like how a baby becomes an adult and
works for their families years later. Growth can also be seen inside one's mind
and heartー The ability to perceive what you lack and try to fill it up and
change for the better. Growth is also when you start to develop your decision
skills for yourself, for others, and for your emotions. And rebirth can be
associated with that as well. Rebirth happens too even when we are still
physically alive. It could happen in the process of growth. At some point in
your life, you'll probably be lost and you will no longer accept yourself, or
worse, you won't be able to realize who and what you are already, and you won't
come to like who you are becoming. And when things go down to that, you'll have
to grow for a change and be reborn as somebody you aspire to be. Noriaki, I
don't want you to grow up not being able to love and accept yourself. And if
ever you'll begin to hate what you are becoming, I want you to try your best to
become who you truly should be and be reborn into the real 'you'."
I still didn't understand what mother wanted to tell me. I didn't know that
words can actually have figurative sense in them, like what my mother had told
me. I just shrugged at the long explanation she said, and then I started
stroking the paint brush into the canvas. In the end, I just painted a basic,
ugly-looking tree, with the green paint sprayed everywhere.
But my mother still found it beautiful. She even framed my first-ever painting.
I was confused as to why my mother suddenly introduced painting to me. I
remember her telling me that I should be anything I want to be regardless of
what other people say. She said I shouldn't let other people decide what is
best for me. They could help and support me, but they can't decide for me.
Otherwise, I will never grasp happiness, she said. My father wanted me to
become a doctor when I grow up, but at that time, he actually supported
mother's advice.
All the things mother said to me are lessons in life. I was wondering why
though, when she could have just told me those at some other time. Perhaps when
I enter adolescence, or really, anytime in the process of me growing up. What
could the 5-year-old me understand?
And then I have come to know the reason behind the rash, early life lessons
mother bestowed upon me.
Not shortly after my 8th birthday, mother died due to Leukemia.
I somehow felt a certain unfairness for them not telling me anything about
mother's condition ahead of time. But I knew it was probably because mother
wanted me to be happy with her until her last days, which is why they kept it
from me. I felt sorrow then. It was different from just being sad because they
didn't buy me the toy I wanted, or that they forgot to put cherry on top of my
ice cream. It was way more heavy than that. It was grief. It was the feeling of
losing something, someone important. It was a feeling a mere child could not
bear at all.
But my father tried to be positive about it. He'd still smile as wide as he
could around me, telling me interesting stories even when mother just recently
passed away. But I could tell he was grieving as much as I did. His eyes were
as swollen and red as mine every single morning.
My father then took me into mother's painting room one particular morning. I
could see how hard he was acting tough, trying to stop tears from falling as
soon as he stepped inside the said room. But me? I was already bawling my eyes,
calling out for mother with that childish voice of mine. And then father tried
to calmed me down. When I finally managed to, father grabbed something from one
of mother's paint tool boxes and he passed it to me.
It was a paint brush.
"Noriaki, Daddy couldn't help you much in trying to lessen your sadness because
daddy is extremely sad about what happened to Mommy as well. I'm just as sad as
you, and I couldn't help you for now. But maybe this paint brush can help pull
the sadness out of you."
It didn't help when father gave me the paint brush because I remembered mother
even more. I remembered everything she told me, I remembered my ugly-looking
tree being beautiful in mother's eyes. But as soon as I started to put colors
into that white canvas, my tears started to fade away, as if each drop
transferred into the canvas.
I attempted to paint mother, but it came out as a funny-looking stick woman in
paint. Still, father and I knew that it was my gentle mother whom I painted.
And that's how I began to paint.
I followed mother's footsteps and each of my paintings were inspired of her. I
also became a "prodigy" according to people, and I have been recognized here
and there.
My desire for painting intensified even more when my father remarried somewhere
in my early middle school days. It intensified in a sense where I felt a lot of
corrupted emotions inside me. Things like how he could possibly replace mother,
or like could he possibly have come to love the new woman more than how he
loved mother? Will she act like a mother to me as well? Or will she start a new
family with father and then they will forget that I exist? I was disappointed
with father for having to replace mother even when we could have lived
peacefully with just the two of us.
But I was even more disappointed with myself for being selfish. I also want
father to be happy with someone by his side.
Things went well. At first. Stepmother was a kind woman. She treated me well,
and I could see her efforts in winning me over. But that was only at first.
I was right. She wanted to start a family of her own with stepfather and she
would want to me to stay away. Of course she didn't bluntly tell me or
stepfather that, but one time, I overheard her speaking to someone on the
phone.
"If only that Noriaki didn't exist, then I can start a fresh family with Norio.
I don't want to treat that kid as my child. I want a child of my own with
Norio. God, that kid is a splitting image of his mother! His face irritates me
a lot!"
I knew it. I was unwanted. So that explains why stepmother keeps on suggesting
to father that maybe I should just rent an apartment of my own so that I could
learn to be an independent boy as soon as possible. Basically, she was lowkey
driving me off. Every time she acts all kind and accommodating like a real
mother, I couldn't help but be disgusted about how fake she is. Mother wouldn't
want father to end up with somebody as selfish as that woman.
As time passed by, my father's company kept on expanding in a very fast rate,
resulting to him getting even more hectic in his job. Due to the fast
expansion, dad kept on being repositioned from one branch to another, resulting
to us always moving from one place to another because of his work.
Which is why I have no friends at all. As soon as I became comfortable with my
school and I began to become close to others, father would get repositioned
again, and then we'll have to switch places and I'll have to move schools
again.
I am lonely.
I want to tell father about how I feel, but seeing how much he sacrifices his
efforts just to give me a good life, I couldn't bring myself to complain. I
know he doesn't want that kind of routine as well, but he had to in order to
support me and that new woman of his.
Even if I wanted to tell him, father became busy with work. Busy to the point
where he couldn't even greet me a simple "Good Morning" or "Welcome Home"
anymore. It felt like he forgot I existed. He doesn't listen to the random
things that happened to me in school, and when there's an important teacher-
parent conference in school, he couldn't go. Stepmother would give me excuses
into why she couldn't attend the conference as well. It's like father stopped
caring already. As long as he gets to feed me then that's enough.
Even my father drifted away from me.
I just wanted to be happy.
I was the happiest when people saw my pieces. I was the happiest when I touched
their hearts through my paintings. It was an ineffable, one of a kind feeling.
To be able to show my emotions to the whole world is something I will never get
tired of.
But that suddenly became just something fleeting when I was in the last years
of my middle school.
I joined a famous art organization in the country formed for young painters, in
hopes of developing friendship towards people like meー fellow artists. That
said organization is also responsible for most painting contests that are being
held. All of us came from different districts, and most of us were in middle
school, as it was the point where young people began to showcase their talents
publicly. Every painter there is talented, maybe even more talented than I am.
They were all warm, kind people that could potentially be my friends.
Or so I thought. I was wrong and naive.
I took the art industry for granted. At first, they wanted me to be their
friend. We'd even exchange compliments in regards to our works. But when
contest season started and I happen to always win every single one of them,
they began drifting away from me. They'd talk behind my back, telling me that I
was just full of myself, and that I was looking down on them. They probably
mistook my pure intention of forming friendship into something like purposely
getting close to them in order to look down on them. And because of that, I
experienced bullying.
Whenever there are sessions in the organization and higher-ups aren't present,
they'd start their evil deeds. At first, it was just lowkey stealing my
brushes, misplacing my tool box, or mixing the colors in my palettes when I'm
gone for a while. Whenever I come back, everything in my work place is already
disastrous. And when I'm on the verge of crying, they'd laugh so hard it kept
ringing inside my head.
"That's what happens when you're so full of yourself even when you're not that
special."
It happened every time but I couldn't fight back.
Because I was scared, alone, and vulnerable. I was a coward.
I tried to hold back my feelings and stayed there. I thought that I would at
least let the school year end before I quit the organization. I figured I can
still enter contests even if I wasn't a member of the organization anymore.
But during the Summer contest in the last year of my middle school, the
bullying went too far.
I submitted my oil painting entry together with the others. The day after we
submitted the paintings to the higher-ups would be the contest day in a form of
an exhibit. People will come to the exhibit and they will be the ones to judge
who the winner will be through dropping ballots. As soon as tomorrow came and I
attended the exhibit, I was horrified with what I saw.
My entry was vandalized. It was all covered up with black paint and different
kinds of idiotic, mocking doodles. Even the higher-ups were surprised. It might
be that some people infiltrated the exhibit at night and started to vandalize
my painting. At first, I didn't know how to feel about it. I should have known
something like that would come. But when I saw some of the kids who constantly
bullied me laugh silently, I suddenly felt a strong emotion in my gut:
Anger.
I suddenly came up to them, my cheeks flushing due to the anger I felt, my
eyebrows furrowing together, my fists clenched real tight.
They raised they eyebrow at me. "If you got something to say, let's deal with
it at the back."
And so I followed them at the back of the event area. There, I finally bursted
out everything I kept.
"What did I even do to you guys? I tried to be friends with each one of you, I
appreciated all of your works sincerely! All of my intentions were good and
pure, and this is how you treat me for trying my best in each contests and end
up winning them all the time?"
One of them pushed me to the ground. "Shut up! It's because you didn't give us
any chances to showcase our talents! We are also trying our very best, you
know! But you always, ALWAYS steal every chance we got and end up taking the
credits all for yourself!"
Even if they said that, I still believed it wasn't my fault. I just did what I
was supposed to do; draw with all my might and convey my feelings to each and
every one of the people who will come to view my piece. It was my only
intention. The awards or places didn't even matter to me. I just wanted to show
the world what I am feeling through the canvas.
"I-It wasn't my intention, I justー" And before I could speak any further, they
started to look at each other and wore devilish grins on their faces.
"Shut up! You're nothing but a shadow of your mother anyway! You know, we've
been thinking about it lately. That what if your right hand is broken? You
won't be able to paint anymore!"
"What are you saying?!"
And just like that, they ganged up on me. Some kids pinned me on the ground,
and two kids started to step on my right arm repeatedly, with humongous force
onto their feet.
I was screaming, but nobody could hear us from the back. I was sobbing hard, I
wanted to be able to get out of that misery. I struggled, but those kids
pinning on me were a lot stronger. My right arm felt like it was being crushed
with a hammer. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
Why would they do that?
I just wanted to be friends with everybody.
I just wanted to tell them how I feel. Through that blank canvas.
When I finally started to silence myself as I was in the verge of fainting due
to tremendous pain and they finally realized what they were doing, they
immediately halted and stared at each other worriedly.
"I-I think we really broke his arm..."
"That can't be possible! We were just stepping on it! I-It wasn't even that
hard I think?"
"But he was screaming! It probably was hard!"
All of them turned white, and they told me to keep quiet about or else they
would make my life even more hellish, and then they started to run away.
I couldn't feel my arm back then. It wasn't as bad as getting a fracture, but I
sprained my arm and there were bruises all over. I stayed there, laid down on
the ground for a moment, as tears silently fell on my cheeks.
Mother, how I wish you were here with me.
In the end, I came home with a broken arm, and when father knew about it, he
immediately took me to the hospital to have it treated. But I could tell that
he saw it as something troublesome instead of him getting worried about me. I
didn't say anything to him even when he asked. And then just like that, we got
home.
I never showed up in the organization ever again. The people on the exhibit
were informed that someone vandalized my entry, so people who have known my
skills thought of it as something that's a waste.
I then saw painting as an escape from a fight that I am battling: Anxiety and
depression issues due to those experiences. Even when all of those happened
because I decided to paint, it didn't stop me from painting at all. I could
never forget that it was my mother's passion, and I couldn't bring myself to
abandon it. I continued to paint; but only for myself. I couldn't bring myself
to show them to the world anymore. Because of my anxiety and depression, I
couldn't join painting contests anymore despite my prodigal skills. My constant
fear of receiving constructive criticisms and unruly treatments from the people
who see me as a threat to their goals worsened my emotional and mental state,
only forcing me to paint inside that suffocating room of mine.
The colors have dulled. Each painting of mine became just mere paintings full
of menace and dullness. I wasn't even trying anymore. I was just transferring
my nightmares in that blank canvas because I had no one to talk to. No one is
there for me.
I am all alone. Nobody wants me.
But before I could finally stop showing everybody my feelings, I decided to
leave one more piece and publicize it.
In my first week of high school, I visited the school's art club even though I
have no intentions of joining. Then I have come to learn that they accept art
donations from non-members because the art club wanted to showcase hidden
talents from other students whenever there will be a school art exhibit.
I was doubting on whether I should submit something or not, but at the end of
the day, my thirst for wanting to reach people through my painting still took
over.
I worked on an oil painting for days while I listened to sad songs. I didn't
come up with any particular theme at first, but when I thought of a concept
that would remind me of how I am right now, something finally crossed my mine.
I decided to symbolize myself as a lone dolphin in a vast ocean this time. I
heard that dolphins are friendly creatures, and it reminded me of myself and my
simple intention of connecting with other people. I just wanted to become
friends with other people. I just wanted to show them how I feel through art. I
just want them to sympathize with me. I just want them to accept me. But it is
hopeless already. Now it's just me, being all alone, just swimming continuously
into darkness. And so I painted a melancholic, lonely water creature in a dull-
looking sea.
I returned to the art club and waited for the members to leave. And when all of
them were gone already, I hurriedly left the painting in the donation area. I
left it there anonymously, with only the pen name that I have thought of:
Hierophant Green.
It will be my last public painting and I will never paint for anyone else
again. I still pray though that one day, somebody will save me from this
despair that I have been feeling.
Someone, please.
Mother, I'm sorry if I haven't grown yet. Moreover, I'm sorry for not trying to
get out of this misery and start being reborn into somebody all of you will be
proud of.
I'm sorry.
 
  
Chapter End Notes
     Aaaand there we have it! I feel bad for doing that to Kakyoin but I
     had toooo. ;___; As a fellow person who got bullied, this was a bit
     sad to write (although Kakyoin went through tougher times lmao). I'll
     be back with a next chapter asap, I promise. Thanks for reading guys!
     <3
***** Rooftop Lunch *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello! I'm back with a new chapter. Tbh I couldn't think of a title
     which will suit this chap but whatever bc the title I chose is still
     related lmao I won't keep you guys waiting anymore so enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
"Hierophant Green." Jotaro repeats to himself as he types those two words in
the search box. He rarely uses his computer, but when he does, it's definitely
for "important" things such as this and sometimes, to satisfy his knack of
reading articles regarding the scope of Marine Biology and marine life in
general.
He carefully scans each results that are being displayed on the page. But after
an hour of intensive researching, Jotaro finally gives up. There were no
results that had something to do with art at all.
He sighs and turns off his computer. Jotaro couldn't help but wonder why he is
so desperate in looking for the artist of that Lone Dolphin In The Sea oil
painting. If he looks at it in all angles, it won't really benefit him or
anything of that sort. Still, Jotaro himself knows that he is being held
captive of that piece, and he couldn't deny the fact that it reached him deep
inside and left a huge, lingering impression on him.
If luck is definitely on his side and he is given the chance to meet Hierophant
Green, there will be a lot of things Jotaro would want to ask. Does Hierophant
Green like aquatic creatures? Why did he choose a dolphin out of all sea
creatures? Why is the painting emitting a really intense sense of melancholy?
And yet, despite that said melancholy, why is it so unbearably beautiful in
Jotaro's turquoise eyes?
"Am I being bewitched?" Jotaro asks to himself as he leans even more onto the
chair, eyeing the painting that hangs on the wall at the same time.
Obviously, that can't be it.
Hierophant Green must really be an interesting person to be able to bother
Jotaro Kujo that much. If Hierophant Green is a girl, then it must be a totally
different, one of a kind girl from those who do nothing but fangirl to him 24/
7. She's probably the type to not swoon over Jotaro just because he is
inhumanely handsome and charismatic. That's the type of girl Jotaro hasn't
encountered yet. All female people, whether they're kids or old women, are
always, always into him. Jotaro can tell, or rather, the art tells him what
kind of person that Hierophant Green is. Although vaguely hinted, Jotaro can at
least speculate that.
However, it would totally be a different story if Hierophant Green has two
balls down there. Jotaro thought that maybe he's just a boy who suffers from
some kind of depression and it has nothing to do with him anymore, that's all
there is to it. Although not th type of person he is, he would probably
befriend the boy and still want to figure out the real meaning behind that
painting. But still, he couldn't shake off the bizarre feeling building up on
his chest whenever he looks at that oil pointing. It aches his heart too much,
he sympathizes a lot with the artist and will likely still want to get to know
them more despite what kind of appearance they may have in reality.
Speaking of interesting, there's also one more thing, or rather, person that
bugsJotaro recently.
Kakyoin Noriaki.
Jotaro stands up from his chair and grabs a pack of cigarette from the drawer.
Before he could light up one stick, his peripheral vision has landed on one of
his shelves, specifically the one with his albums.
And then Kakyoin Noriaki's face flashes in his mind.
He puts down the pack of cigarette on top of his computer table and goes
straight to the shelf. Jotaro looks at each one of the albums, remembering all
bands and artists that Kakyoin likes. As expected, most of his collection are
mentioned by the red-head before.
Kakyoin is one weird fellow, Jotaro knew. It is the first time in his life that
somebody actually proposed friendship to him. Nobody has the guts to be close
with him, with the exception of the persistent fangirls of course. He has this
"rough delinquent" profile due to how he portrays himself to other people. He
is intimidating by nature, and he emits an unexplainable menace which disables
other boys of his age to actually get along with him. Jotaro isn't really a
delinquent, but he got to be called out in the teacher's office every now and
then because there really are people that chose the wrong decision of pissing
him off, causing them a huge beating from Jotaro and because of that, he isn't
closely acquainted with anybody at all.
In the end, Jotaro realizes that he is lonely as well.
But that red-head male is unlike any of them.
Kakyoin is weird in Jotaro's perspective. Besides his cherry dangling earrings,
to announce a new friendship in that kind of a very formal way is something
funny for Jotaro. It might be because of how hyped Kakyoin seemed like when he
asked to be his friend, which was why it was funny. It also looked like he was
desperate in gaining Jotaro's acceptance. On top of that, the red-head has a
very top-tier music taste as well. Jotaro knows that western music isn't
popular among the students in their school, so Kakyoin is indeed a rare one.
Jotaro's transparent loneliness might explain why he feels that way towards a
painting he has no connections with from the very beginning. Jotaro isn't sure
yet, but perhaps that might be the case.
Jotaro's hand finds its way into one of the vinyls on his shelf. He takes out
the vinyl from its case and plays it with his turntable.
The tune fills the whole room, and Jotaro can't help but tap his foot together
with every beat that resounded. He closes his eyes, immersing himself in the
music, listening at the lyrics carefully as he sings along mentally.
At that moment, the idea of smoking totally slipped away from Jotaro's mind and
instead, his mind thought of an entirely different idea.
Maybe I should lend this to him when we bump into each other.
 
 
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It is yet another irksome slope routine for Jotaro the following day. Girls
still cling onto him as usual, and his eyebrows couldn't help themselves from
furrowing together due to utter annoyance.
Same girls are verbally arguing over who gets to cling onto one of Jotaro's arm
next as usual. Knowing that telling them to fuck off is futile, Jotaro is
absolutely feeling hopeless, but he sure isn't going to get used with this kind
of treatment for the rest of his life.
As soon as they were nearing the gate, Jotaro releases a sigh of relief. At
last, we're almost there.
It seemed like forever, but thankfully the distance of that seemingly long
slope finally shortens and he wouldn't have to endure the heavy arms clinging
onto him any longer. Jotaro's eyes are dead-on straight at the gate, and when
they finally approach their destination, his eyes settles on a very familiar
face, and a very familiar scenario occurrs again.
Jotaro's turquoise eyes meet those purple ones.
"G-Good Morning, Jotaro." The red-head greets awkwardly but with a light smile
on his lips.
The girls notice it and they couldn't stop themselves from looking at each
other, as if they are telepathically asking their fellow fangirls who that
minor character is and what does he want with their precious Jotaro.
Jotaro stares at Kakyoin for a while until he decides to avert his gaze away
from the red-head. The girls shake their curiosity off immediately and
speculate that it's probably just another one of those boys who sees Jotaro as
some sort of a role model. "As if JoJo will reply to someone as irrelevant as
him!" is what all of them have thought.
But even though Jotaro isn't looking at the red-head particularly anymore, the
girls, and even the red-head himself, are all dumbfounded by what rung in their
ears.
"Mornin'." is the word that has escaped Jotaro Kujo's mouth.
Never had Jotaro greeted somebody willingly and purposely. Or rather, he never
greets anybody at all, not even his own mother. Nobody at all.
But to actually answer Kakyoin's greeting, to actually answer a greeting of
somebody "irrelevant" in most people's eyes was something not accounted for.
The girls are all undoubtedly flabbergasted. No matter how hard they fished for
Jotaro's attention, not even once did Jotaro respond to them at all. But to an
'ordinary' person like Kakyoin? There must be something wrong with Jotaro for
sure.
Kakyoin, on the other hand, quickly recovers from his astonished state and
immediately replaces it with intense happiness that built up inside his gut.
Oddly at the same time, his heart starts to experience a sudden Tachycardia. It
beats so fast, he doesn't know what's wrong with him at all. The only time that
such thing happens is whenever he gets nervous about something, but out of
sheer happiness? Kakyoin doesn't know his heart is capable of it as well.
Feeling all giddy inside, Kakyoin smiles even brighter and decides to make use
of Jotaro's good mood.
"Jotaro, there's this album I want to share to you this lunch time, if that's
okay with you..." Looking down, Kakyoin humbly asks the brunet.
M-Maybe I was asking for too much... I should have invited him tomorrow or some
other time instead. I hope I am not rushing things. Progress, Kakyoin.
Progress.
Upon hearing the red-head, the girls immediately shield Jotaro unnecessarily,
as if protecting their dear JoJo from being taken away by some male they
haven't heard of before. "Hey, who are you anyway?" One of the girls asks quite
crudely.
Kakyoin backs one step away as he is intimidated by the girls' presence. Even
more intimidated than Jotaro this time. "Noriaki Kakyoin." He answers,
displaying a slight smile on his face.
"Oh, I remember this guy from the school festival! You know, the one who
painted most of 2-A's booth signage? They actually won that thingy, the, uh,
Best Signage award!" Another girl speaks and adds.
Jotaro's eyes find their way to Kakyoin again. Oh, right. I did see him
painting whatever it was on their signage back then.
So he does painting.
Before any of the girls could utter any more words, Jotaro immediately steps in
and gives a simple yet frank response.
"Sure." And then just like that, Jotaro manages to stir up the fangirls even
more. They are even more astonished, their jaws dropping as low as they could.
Kakyoin's eyes instantly widens upon hearing the said response. He expected
Jotaro to just walk away and ignore him because he assumed that he was taking
things between them too fast, but surprisingly, Kakyoin made the other agree.
Kakyoin goes back to his senses and nods at Jotaro instead of verbally thanking
him, and at the same time, his cheeks begin to flush.
Before the girls could react with exaggerations again, Mr. Avdol goes to their
direction and waves his baton, signaling the girls to move already and go
inside the campus. The girls immediately comply, bidding farewell to Jotaro as
they did, leaving the tall male behind.
Kakyoin is about to go as well, but he hears Jotaro call out to him before he
can do anything.
"Hey."
"Y-Yes, Jotaro?" Kakyoin answers, his face hinting a bewildered expression as
to what more Jotaro could possibly need from him.
"You did see how handful those girls are and they already know about us meeting
up at lunch. I'm pretty sure they'll watch out for us at the cafeteria, so make
sure you sneak in the rooftop area if you want a peaceful lunch." The taller
male explains to the red-haired airily and without even waiting for Kakyoin's
possible responses, Jotaro begins walking away inside the campus.
Kakyoin feels a strange feeling beginning to surface inside his chest again. He
isn't sure why he feels all giddy, but he could only describe it as
'happiness'. He couldn't help but assume that maybe, just maybe... Jotaro is
quite interested in him for even going as far as being concern about the place,
and Kakyoin knows very well that the normal Jotaro wouldn't even bother. He
doesn't personally know the other so he felt like he had no right to just
assume and be full of himself, but rumors and his inevitable observations
towards Jotaro imply that the brunet's eyes and tastes aren't easy to catch.
He feels quite proud of himself then for stepping up and gathering all the
courage he could to ask Jotaro for a lunch. For the rest of the morning
classes, Kakyoin is restless out of excitement.
 
 
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As soon as the lunch bell rings, the teacher leaves the classroom and Kakyoin
hurriedly prepares the things he would bring on the rooftop, mainly his
lunchbox, some notebooks he plans on reading for a bit if there's a still some
free time left afterwards, and of course, the album he wanted to lend to
Jotaro. Making sure not to bump into anyone from the group of girls who
surrounded Jotaro earlier, he swiftly reaches the rooftop with caution in case
some teacher or student might happen witness him climbing up there. The rooftop
is off-limits for students and only teachers have access to its key.
Kakyoin wonders how Jotaro even has access to the rooftop when the entrance was
locked properly, but he doesn't bother thinking about unnecessary things
anymore and instead opens the door to the rooftop. He closes it gently to avoid
making a loud noise, and there seated on the concrete ground is no other than
Jotaro, with his arms crossing on the back of his head, his back leaning
towards the wall, his eyes shut tight.

Kakyoin nervously approaches the brunet. He awkwardly sits beside the brunet
with a distance of about half a meter or so.
"What did you get for lunch, Jotaro?" The red-head asks, averting his gaze from
the other. Jotaro's face doesn't move an inch and so do his eyes. For a while,
he is quiet, delaying his replies as usual, but after a few long seconds, he
answers the question.
"Melon bread."
That's it? A melon bread?
Kakyoin isn't sure if the taller male was being serious or not, but noticing
how small the plastic bag is beside Jotaro, he assumes that what he said was
true.
The red-head never really understands people who are satisfied with only bread
for lunch. Maybe he is just used into cooking his own lunch too much.
Jotaro doesn't fit the image of a 'student who brings his lunchbox to school'
either...
Jotaro then finally decides to sit properly and takes the melon bread out of
the plastic bag. Kakyoin gets the hint and he opens his lunchbox as well.
The different aromas of Onigiri, Tamagoyaki, Maki rolls, and some other
contents like green peas, tomatoes, and sweet ground Chicken surround the two
of them. Jotaro notices the pleasant odor and couldn't resist looking at
Kakyoin's lunchbox.
"That bento. Did you make it?" Jotaro asks stoically, but with eyes looking at
the lunchbox with interest.
"Ah, yes. I usually wake up early to prepare my own bento." The red-head
replies, looking on his own lunchbox as well.
Jotaro doesn't answer and instead takes a bite of his own melon bread.
Kakyoin takes a bite of his lunch as well, but he had noticed he made too much
Tamagoyaki than usual. Maybe because when he made it, the thought of inviting
Jotaro to lunch surfaced his mind and it got him motivated to cook more. His
wish came true.
Th-The one and only Jotaro Kujo is actually sitting beside me and is having
lunch with me right now!!
"W-Would you like some Tamagoyaki, Jotaro?" Kakyoin shyly offers. "I made too
much of it this morning, maybe you'd like to try." Kakyoin picks one Tamagoyaki
by his chopstick and raises it closer to Jotaro.
Jotaro blankly stares at the Tamagoyaki, and then he looks at Kakyoin with a
not-so-obvious bewildered look.
Kakyoin looks at the chopsticks, and then he gazes at Jotaro as well. He tries
to read what Jotaro's expression was, and then he suddenly blushes.
"Ah, well I haven't put the chopsticks in my mouth yet, no worries!" Kakyoin
embarassingly says.
Jotaro sighs a bit. "I can just take it with my hand." And then just like that,
he takes the Tamagoyaki from the chopsticks with his fingers. He chews the
Tamagoyaki instantly, making Kakyoin feel anxious about how Jotaro finds his
cooking.
"I hope it isn't too salty for your own liking..." Kakyoin concernedly says. He
waits for Jotaro to give him feedback, but what Jotaro answers isn't an obvious
feedback at all, but it is better than just a feedback.
"Let me have another."
Kakyoin feels his heart skip a beat. His purple eyes widen and he can't
comprehend what he is feeling. He is relieved that Jotaro, even though he
doesn't outright imply it, liked his cooking. If not then why else would he ask
for another?
Kakyoin takes another with his chopsticks and gives the Tamagoyaki to Jotaro.
The brunet takes it with his fingers again and eats it.
Kakyoin never felt so confident in his life. He never felt confident with his
paintings even when he won them before from the start, but this particular
experience gave him genuine confidence to his low self-esteem.
Both of them eat their respective lunches until they each finish, although not
at the same time. Jotaro finished his first, considering it was only just a
melon bread.
After putting his lunchbox properly back to the lunch bag, Kakyoin presents
Jotaro the album he wanted to share.
"I'm addicted to Sting* at the moment. He was the vocalist and bassist of the
band 'The Police' before he pursued his dream as a solo artist back in the
'80s." Kakyoin shares enthusiastically.
"Hm. I know 'The Police', but I didn't know the vocalist became a solo artist."
Jotaro answers. Although his face seemed insensible as he talked, Kakyoin could
tell for some reason that Jotaro is quite interested with it.
"Yeah! He's producing rock, new wave, and jazz music. Anything between those
actually, and his solo discography is too good, I couldn't stop listening to
it! So I thought that maybe... you'd like to hear this as well." Kakyoin hands
out the cd to Jotaro. Jotaro accepts it and then he grabs something beside him
as well. That 'something' turned out to be the vinyl record.
"I got something for you too. Do you have a turntable?" Jotaro asks.
Kakyoin nods in response. "I do. I collect cds and vinyls, it's either of the
two."
"That's good. Here, it's a Japanese pop, R&B, funk artist, not sure you'd like
it but he does jazz as well so maybe you'd give him a chance." Jotaro hands out
the vinyl record to Kakyoin, and Kakyoin gently takes it from him.
"Toshinobu Kubota*... I feel like I've seen this name in one of the music
forums I joined in. Well, I'm sure I'll like it since it's from you, Jotaro.
Thank you!" Kakyoin answers happily, giving Jotaro the same warm smile he
showed on their second meeting.
And on another time around, Jotaro finds that smile so satisfying. Jotaro tips
his hat lower, and then he secretly wears a tiny smile on his lips.
There isn't too much to talk about since Jotaro doesn't open up yet, and
Kakyoin is too shy to start something besides music. There are still some time
left before the bell rings, and so Kakyoin decides to take out his notebooks
and read a bit.
Jotaro stares at Kakyoin then. He couldn't help but ask Kakyoin about something
he inevitably noticed with those notebooks.
"Why are your notebooks all green?" Jotaro wonders.
"Ah, well you see, green is my favorite color." Kakyoin answers politely.
"Oh." Jotaro responds.
Kakyoin just flashes him a smile and for the rest of the time left, Kakyoin
reads his notes and Jotaro closes his eyes to rest.
When the bell rings, both of them stand up and make sure they didn't leave any
evidence of students having lunch there.
Jotaro goes towards the door first without saying anything, but before he could
exit, Kakyoin calls out to him.
"J-Jotaro!"
Jotaro stops his tracks, but he doesn't look back.
"W-When we're both finished with the albums, can we eat together again?" With a
blush, Kakyoin invites the other again.
Jotaro, unexpectedly, looks back in Kakyoin's direction.
"Mhm." He sighs as a response, and then he leaves and closes the door, leaving
Kakyoin behind.
Kakyoin suddenly falls down on his knees, clutching his chest hard as he
perspired. "I-I can't..."
I CAN'T POSSIBLY BE GAY, CAN I?!!! Why else would I feel this sort of thing
that only happens in romance films if that isn't the case? With all the
blushing and rapid heartbeat that only happens when Jotaro is around? N-No,
maybe, I'm just really hyped to have a friend for the first time in ages, and
it happens to be an intimidating guy so yeah I'm just probably proud to have
such a guy to converse with and I'm just feeling this out of sheer happiness
and uh, excitement! 
I really hope I will only see him as a friend.
Before Kakyoin could think of anything else further, the second bell rings,
reminding him that he should hurry to his classroom already or else he would be
marked late. And so Kakyoin sprints towards his classroom, feeling flustered
about the complicated emotion that swelled up inside him.
 
 
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                                      ♫♪♫
                            All colors bleed to red
                           Asleep on the ocean's bed
                            Drifting on empty seas
                           For all my days remaining
                           But would north be true?
                                 Why should I?
                           Why should I cry for you?
                             Dark angels follow me
                              Over a godless sea
                         Mountains of endless falling,
                          For all my days remaining,
                              What would be true?
                          Sometimes I see your face,
                                  The stars…
                                      ♫♪♫
The tune of Sting's "Why Should I Cry For You?" resonates inside Jotaro's room.
He is seated on top of his bed with his back leaning against the bed's
headboard. He immerses himself with the music Kakyoin lent to him, and so far,
he is liking it a lot.
The lyrics of that particular song is quite deep and sad, and strangely enough,
it is as if it relates to the object Jotaro is staring at while listening to
the music:
The oil painting he treasures, hanging there on the wall.
Jotaro closes his eyes and begins mentally humming to the song.
 
Green, huh.
 
 
 
 
 
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*
Sting is Kakyoin's official favorite musician.
(src: http://jojo.wikia.com/wiki/Noriaki_
Kakyoin)
 
Toshinobu Kubota - Jotaro's official favorite musician.
(src: http://jojo.wikia.com/wiki/Jotaro_Kujo)
Chapter End Notes
     I felt so clever, having to apply their official fav musicians in the
     story. *does a smug face*
     DiU is going to end soon, two more episodes left! Aaaa I'm gonna miss
     the Morioh-cho squad, so I'm focusing the next chapter to JOSUKE AND
     ROHAN HEHEHHEHEHE THANKS FOR READING GUYS! Please comment or whatever
     I feel lonely ;_; brb for like a week or so with a new chap! <3
***** Part-time Job *****
Chapter Notes
     FIRST OF ALL, ALLOW ME TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE VERY LATE UPDATE! These
     past few months (more like, *last year* lmao) had been too hectic for
     me so I couldn't write at all. But I'm back now, although not
     completely free but it slightly works too. Aaaaa missed you all ;~;
     Many of you demanded for more JosuHan, soooo here's a JosuHan for all
     of you! Enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
"Where the hell am I?" Josuke can't help but ponder upon arriving to his and
Rohan's destination.
"Are you for real?" Rohan raises an eyebrow, glaring at Josuke as he shuts the
door behind them. "Quit overreacting."
Observing the whole place carefully, Josuke is in awe to have witnessed how
unique the house is. Everywhere he looked, everything is in Victorian/Western
style. Never had Josuke seen such a house in Morioh his entire life. It's as if
he is transported in a different country all of a sudden.
"And you actually live alone in this huge place? How can you even survive all
by yourself?" Josuke asks curiously.
"My parents are working overseas. They taught me how to be responsible and
independent at an early age, so here I am. Not like I'm the only 17-year-old in
this world who lives alone anyway. For your information, a lot of people my age
are already boarding apartments and condos all by themselves, you know. Quit
being ignorant." He explains in a rasp manner.
Josuke can feel his pompadour spike out of anger towards Rohan's unbelievably
rude character, but he holds back because he knows nothing good will come out
of choosing to let bad vibes take over. Rohan still has to draw him, after all.
Keeping things normally will avoid the situation from getting awkward. And so
Josuke keeps quiet instead.
They proceed upstairs to Rohan's workplace. It is a wide space for a sketch
room, and everything there is all piled up properly and the tools are placed
and stored in an orderly manner.
It's so Rohan.
There are shelves on the left side of the room. Josuke skims through the
contents of the shelves. He is expecting all of it to be doujinshi and manga
only, but he has found some western books and references as well.
Josuke tries to initiate a conversation with Rohan, who is sorting out his art
tools.
"Soooo. Is this the first time you hired a model for your sketch thing?" Josuke
wonders all this time if Rohan had models before him.
Rohan raises an eyebrow, as if curious as to why Josuke suddenly felt the mood
for chitchatting. Nevertheless, he answers. "I've no need for models, in all
honesty. Sketch references do the work most of the time. But you intrigued me a
lot. You are the first, Higashikata."
Somehow, hearing that answer has made Josuke blush. Rohan lowkey complimenting
him must be some kind of a sick joke, but Rohan continues preparing his art
tools seriously as if nothing had been said, hinting that he was indeed serious
with what he answered.
Being acknowledged by Rohan is like, some miracle occurring.
 
-But you intrigued me a lot.-
 
That particular line has made Josuke shiver. It keeps ringing in his ears.
Josuke couldn't help but smile for a bit, but he feels weird about it so he
shakes his head and gets a grip of himself. He diverts into another topic,
hoping that he won't get too occupied with the bizarre mushy feeling inside.
"You're already a second-year, right?" Josuke turns to Rohan and asks another.
"Yes." Rohan silently replies without batting an eye on Josuke's direction.
"So you're in the same year as my nephew..."
"Nephew? Someone older than you?" Rohan's interest peaks, causing him to
finally look at Josuke's direction with the intent to listen.
"Well, how do I put it... My old man is his grandpa. His mom is my half-sister,
something like that. Not too long after he was born, I was made... through an
affair. Uh, my old man met my mom when he was visiting here in Japan long ago.
Guess you could say I'm illegitimate." The pompadoured male awkwardly
elucidates.
Rohan raises an eyebrow, hinting that he is quite interested with Josuke's
family affair. "Hm. Never knew that kind of thing happens in Japanese
households as well."
Josuke chuckles. "Well you see, my old man is British-American, which is why."
"You could have told me those interesting stories about yourself in the first
place, Higashikata. As a doujinka who aspires to become a successful mangaka
someday, it is an honor for me to explore and learn about an individual's
personal experiences and life situations. I am thrilled." Rohan
enthusiastically speaks, flashing a smirk on Josuke.
Josuke couldn't help but slightly blush. It is very hard to please that
arrogant green-haired, and to actually make the said male have a bit of
interest in him besides his well-built physique, Josuke became proud of
himself.
"Well I'm sorry for not having to share it to you earlier, sensei. "
"So," Rohan continues. "Who's your nephew? I might be classmates with him."
"He's Jotaro Kujo. I think he's in Class 2-B or something."
Rohan falls silent then. Josuke notices how huge Rohan's eyes became after
hearing what he said. Rohan becomes dumbfounded, and Josuke can at least tell
that.
"Did I say something wrong?" Josuke asks with a bit of a concern.
Rohan immediately comes back to his senses and shakes his head as a response.
"No, nothing at all."
As if diverting the situation and cuts right to the chase, Rohan sits on his
desk. "Come closer here and stand at the center." Rohan signals at Josuke, and
Josuke immediately complies,
Josuke is about a meter far from Rohan's desk. It is the ideal distance for
Rohan to sketch him.
"Soooo. What pose will I have to do this time, Rohan-san?"
After grabbing a pen, Rohan ardently gazes into Josuke. "You see, I am having
the urge to sketch you half naked today."
Taking a moment to register the whole situation, Josuke utters a loud "WHAT?!"
after the idea finally processed in his mind. He is flabbergasted, and his
cheeks turn red due to embarrassment.
"You do know this is bound to happen, don't you?" Rohan raised his eyebrow,
annoyed at Josuke's exaggerated reaction again.
Josuke nods. "Y-Yeah, I know! I mean I did ask you before if I had to be naked
and then you told me not at that moment yet... But you can't really blame me
for feeling embarrassed, can you?" The younger male answers, abashed.
"You absolutely have no right to get embarrassed at this point because I am
paying you after all." Rohan coldly disagrees. "And what are you getting
embarrassed for? All you have to do is to take your upper clothing off. We're
both males anyway, nothing awkward about it."
That's exactly the awkward thing right here, you idiot. Posing while being half
naked in front of a fellow dude is just too weird.
But Rohan is right. Josuke is getting paid, so that's the least he could do.
It's a fair deal, and besides, he doesn't think that Rohan will go as far as
letting him pose fully naked anyway. Maybe.
Josuke grits his teeth at the lack of choices. He unwillingly takes off his
jacket first, places it on an empty chair within his sight, and then he takes
off his undershirt next, revealing his well-toned torso and his chiseled abs,
still developing but almost perfectly ripped. It was unusual for a 15-year-old
Japanese middle schooler, but the blood of the Joestars runs through him.
Josuke tosses his undershirt to the chair and turns to Rohan. "So, uh, what
pose should I make this time?" The pompadoured male asked.
"...."
"Rohan?" The younger male calls out after hearing mere silence.
"Ah, p-pardon?" Rohan incoherently replies.
Josuke sighs. "I said, what pose should I make today?"
"R-Right."
 
This is bad.
I refuse to believe that I, Kishibe Rohan, almost found that fool with a stupid
hair quite... alluring, for a second!
 
Indeed, it is a rare occurrence for Rohan Kishibe. He was born in an uptight
household, therefore making him the prideful elitist he is now. As a child, his
parents often saw their strict ways as a form of disciplining Rohan to grow up
as a successful person, and after he has matured, they finally stopped their
rigorous authority over him and let him do whatever he wanted to.
Fond of sketching and reading foreign picture books or anything generally
related to art and aesthetics, Rohan's standards went high, thus, preventing
him from easily appreciating every normal person's physical attributes.
But this time, he finally met somebody who he thinks is very unique and
exceptional, although it disgusts him that he actually thinks so. The
pompadoured male is someone who looks like an Italian sculpture straight out of
his art reference books.
There was this certain man Rohan have always wanted to draw. He thought nobody
can ever beat that said person in terms of quality outside figure, but no, he
was definitely wrong. Rohab thought he would never find anybody who he wants to
draw as much as him, but surprisingly, he did find another.
Higashikata Josuke.
Rohan clears his throat. "Lower your left shoulder so that your elbow meets
your waist, and then place your right hand on the hem of your pants."
Josuke does the posture he is instructed to make without any further ado. Rohan
flips his sketchpad open and starts sketching the younger male.
Rohan concentrates on sketching every detail on Josuke's upper extremity,
making sure not to miss anything. The usual him would be over with it in a
jiffy, but for some reason, Rohan keeps on ogling for a bit longer. He bites
his lower lip, trying to get a grip of himself.
Just focus, Kishibe Rohan. Focus.
Josuke keeps still. It wasn't that bad at first, but the sooner he realizes how
intent and sharp Rohan's penetrating gazes are towards every inch of his upper
body, it sends shivers down his spine, disabling him from concentrating any
further.

"....."
Josuke breaks the pose to scratch his temple, and then he poses again.

"....."
Josuke felt his cheek sweat, so he quickly wipes it and returns to his pose.

"....."
And as Josuke is about to break his pose again, Rohan clicks his tongue and
puts down his sketchpad.
"Can you please stay put and quit the unnecessary movements?!" Rohan angrily
exclaims.
"I-I can't help it!"
Not when I can feel you gazing at my torso that intently...
"I can't control which part of my body itches!" Josuke replies.
The green-haired stays quiet, glaring at the other for a while. Rohan picks up
his sketchpad. Josuke has thought he'd have to pose a bit longer, but as soon
as he went back to his pose and Rohan's pen touched the paper, Rohan
immediately finished the sketch swiftly like how he always did with his
previous works.
"Man are you quick! Is there actually anything you're slow at?" Josuke asks
with awe, stretching his body from the pose.
Rohan puts his pen back on one of his pen cases. "Hmm. Liking you, probably."
Josuke clicks his tongue. "Gee, thanks." He answers sarcastically.
Rohan releases a smug grin upon hearing the other teen. Josuke witnesses it and
he rolls his eyes at the arrogant expression the other showed.
But somehow, the pompadoured male finds it endearing as well.
 
 
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"You've been hanging out with us lesser and lesser lately, Josuke!" Okuyasu
complains after gulping his milk tea.
"I've noticed that too, Josuke-kun... Are you busy with something nowadays?"
Koichi adds, playing with his milk tea's straw.
Josuke rubs the back of his head as he leans on his seat. "I didn't have any
chance to tell you guys sooner."
"You're always gone after school! Where the hell are you hanging out? Maybe
you're going to the arcade without us!" Okuyasu angrily speculates. He takes a
huge bite of his burger, as if he's about to choke himself on purpose.
"S-Slow down, Okuyasu-kun!" Koichi concernedly warns.
"No! I'd never ditch the two of you!" The pompadoured boy reasons out. "That's
not it... I just... got a part-time job... Sort of."
"A PART-TIME JOB?!" Both friends exclaim.
"But aren't you 15 still?! What's the rush?" Koichi asks.
"I never knew you're a hard worker Josuke, and here I was thinking that we're
both lazy. I feel betrayed..." Okuyasu pretends to sulk.
"No, no! It's not really an official job or anything." Josuke denies, rubbing
the back of his head again. "Uh, do you guys know Kishibe Rohan?"
Koichi rubs his chin. "Oh, Kishibe Rohan... I believe he's a famous teen
doujinka around here, and he used to paint and stuff locally as well. He goes
to Jotaro-san's school, I think... I like most of his works, he's a pretty good
doujinka and I'm sure he'll be a huge mangaka someday! What about him?"
"I don't have any idea who that dude might be but he seems like a hotshot!"
Okuyasu adds.
Josuke nods then. "Yeah, that dude. I didn't know anything about him either
until I became his, uh, model. For his art stuff."
"MODEL?!" Both friends exclaim together again.
"... Yes." The pompadoured male embarrassingly mutters. For Josuke, modeling is
something he didn't take account for.
"Well, well. Would you look at that! My bro Josuke's Joestar body finally has
other purpose besides snatching all the girls from us!" Okuyasu teases,
laughing as hard as he could in the process.
"That's the most unexpected thing I've ever heard this week, Josuke-kun... But
hey, that's amazing! You're one step ahead of us, with all the working and
stuff." Contrary to Okuyasu, Koichi seemed more supportive of the idea.
"Y-Yeah, sort of. We met back in the high school festival and he happened to
save me from the mob of fangirls that ran after me. Then after a few
introductions here and there, I began working for him as a model after taking
his offer."
"Just don't forget about us, Josuke!" Okuyasu furrows his eyebrows and points a
finger at him, as if threatening the pompadoured male.
Josuke sighs. "What the hell, of course not. You know you're welcome to drop by
my house anytime. And I doubt this would be something long-term. Just a few
poses here and there, and we're over." The pompadoured male reassures.
After the three finished eating their desserts and drinking their milkshakes,
they go out of the diner and continue talking about random things.
Josuke missed a lot, so both Okuyasu and Koichi enthusiastically updated him
about the things that happened as they walked. Among all the updates, what
shocked Josuke the most is the fact that Koichi has a girlfriend
alreadyーYamagishi Yukako. She is a bizarre, 'crazy' girl who has a massive
obsession towards Koichi. It seemed like she can even kill just to have him by
her arms. It creeped out the blond at the beginning so both Okuyasu and Josuke
tried to destroy Koichi's reputation in front of Yukako intentionally, but it
made Yukako feel head over heels even more. Josuke could never tell if Yukako
is sane or not, but since he could see how happy Koichi is just by talking
about the said girl, maybe something changed for the better and he didn't
happen to witness it, all because of his part-time job.

When they are nearing the intersection, Josuke sees a very familiar face on the
other side of the pedestrian.
"Rohan-san!" The pompadoured male calls out, making his two friends look across
as well.
"Ah, that's him. Kishibe Rohan!" The blond surprisingly points out.
"Oh, so that's Josuke's boss! Seems a bit girly and sassy..." Okuyasu whispers
to Koichi.
Josuke waves at Rohan, but after glaring at the younger male for a second,
Rohan shrugs and walks away as he continues walking on the other side of the
road.
That jerk definitely ignored me.
Josuke feels humiliated in front of his two other friends. At least he could
have just waved back, or nodded at his direction. It's not like they're
complete strangers, aren't they?
"What was that all about? Ya' sure you didn't get the wrong guy?" Okuyasu
raised his eyebrow.
"But that's definitely Kishibe Rohan. Right, Josuke-kun?" Koichi asks, puzzled.
Josuke clicks his tongue due to frustration and irritation. "I don't even know!
He's always rude and arrogant and pissy! He clearly ignored me! The nerve..."
Okuyasu puts an arm around Josuke's shoulder. "Just tell me if he ever hurts
ya' in anyway, 'aight?" Clearly, Okuyasu cares for his buddy a lot.
"Well, I've heard that he's really finicky with a lot of things, that's why a
lot of people are intimidated when it comes to him. But even so, he's highly
respected and idolized. Which explains why I was really surprised when I knew
you're some sort of an acquaintance, Josuke-kun." Koichi tells the other.
"Damn right he is. Tch, whatever."
The three then continue to walk and chat with each other until they part ways
and go home.
 
 
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"Care to explain why you ignored me two days ago?" Josuke asks upon entering
Rohan's work place.
The green-haired boy raises his eyebrow. "Why do you even bother?"
"Because you were being rude."
"I definitely was not." Rohan answers as he picks a certain type of pencil from
his pencil case. "Work and personal life are two different matters. I believe
we are not in any way acquainted outside work."
Josuke could feel his pompadour spike. Out of all questions he wants to figure
out, why Rohan is the crudest, most arrogant person in the whole world is the
first one Josuke would love to have an answer of.
Josuke musters all of his patience to stop himself from flipping. In the end,
the younger male just sighs and lets it go. He feels like he couldn't win in a
verbal fight with Rohan, but if it's beating up that face of his, Josuke will
surely win one-hundred percent.
"So. What are we up to, today?"
"Just standby for a while. I still have to sort out my tools. I was supposed to
do it earlier but I had to stop by the art shop to get something." Rohan
answers.
"Alright then." Josuke sits on one of the chairs on the other side of the room
from where Rohan's desk was.
Rohan is sorting out his art tools carefully. Josuke figured he can just sit
still, but he finds it quite boring. As he looked around the room and laid his
eyes on one of Rohan's book shelves, Josuke stands up and goes towards it.
He didn't inspect the book shelf properly before, on his first visit in Rohan's
house, so he takes the chance to look at it clearer. The book shelf is full of
manga volumes, all of them seemed like Rohan's works. Josuke is about to grab
one volume and try to judge whether Rohan's work is truly awesome or not, but
he notices a shiny-looking sketchpad that is sitting at the end of the shelf.
Josuke turns his head slightly and when he sees that Rohan is still busy with
what he was doing, he secretly takes the sketchpad and opens it, making sure
his back hides and covers his hands properly.
He scans through the pages, skipping the blank parts, and when he gets to the
middle of it, the pompadoured male's eyes widen upon what he sees:
Pictures of Jotaro Kujo, inserted on some of the pages with little notes on
them.
They were taken secretly, considering the angles and how stolen the poses
looked like.
Josuke reads the little notes with his eyes, scribbled under the photos.
The first photo is of Jotaro walking on the school's slope.
 
Height: Approximately 195 cm.
Weight: Approximately 82 kg.
Too tall and too bulky for a typical Japanese teenage boy. Totally something
else.
 
The second photo is of Jotaro, falling in line on the school cafeteria's bread
stall.
 
He appears to like Melon Bread. Such a peculiar taste for a manly guy as
himself. He truly stands out, falling in line like that. He is very
interesting.
 
Some of the photos are just of Jotaro's backside, and the others are photos
that are not in any way special or standing out. They don't have any notes like
the first two.
However, when Josuke flips onto the next page, he finds a sole photo pasted on
it. It is a very recent photo, a photo which Rohan took during the festival.
It is a photo of Jotaro dressed as a host, carrying a tray with desserts on it.
 
His disheveled suit is quite alluring, it's almost convincing that he is a true
host. This situation is a rare one, since everybody got to see him without his
hat. His hair is wavier and a bit curlier than expected.
Jotaro Kujo, I want to draw you so much.
 
And with that, Josuke closes the sketchpad and returns it to where he got it.
He bites his lip. Something made his heart felt heavy. Josuke couldn't figure
it out, but he felt all stingy inside. The fact that Rohan, who doesn't
acknowledge people easily, get to compliment his nephew here and there.
He could tell how fond Rohan is of Jotaro. He even went as far as taking secret
photos of him like a stalker. As his uncle, Josuke should be creeped out for
his nephew's well-being, but he couldn't understand why. Although he probably
doesn't need to worry about it, considering that Jotaro is older than him, and
a bit intimidating on top of that.
He can't understand why he felt... envious. Josuke immediately goes back to his
seat and contemplates about the whole thing he witnessed.
 
Was that why he stood silent when I revealed to him that Jotaro-san and I are
related?
...Well, this kinda sucks. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm just a huge
replacement for Jotaro-san.
I mean, hey, if you'd like to draw him so bad you stalk him everywhere and you
even know he likes melon bread, why don't you approach him instead? 
 

"Higashikata."
Seriously? Even his height and weight, you took note of them! I-I guess I
didn't have to take this troublesome job in the first place if it ain't for him
not trying to approach Jotaro-san...
 
"Higashikata."
Man, and here I was thinking that I was different. You said I intrigued you a
lot, and that I was the first model and crap, but you had Jotaro-san in mind
all along.

"Josuke."

Hearing Rohan use his first name made Josuke go back to his senses. He hastily
stands up, almost knocking the seat, but he manages to grip hold of it before
it did.
"Y-Yeah. Everything done?"
Rohan raises his eyebrow, suspicious of how Josuke started to act. "Are you
okay? You almost knocked the seat and you seemed to be spacing out, I had to
call you three times."
Josuke shakes his head and nervously laughs. "N-No, I'm fine. Let's get
started."
Rohan is clearly not convinced, but he just releases a sigh and goes back to
his work desk. After a few instructions here and there, Josuke finally poses
the one Rohan asked him to do. As usual, the sketch came to finish in high
speed. Rohan feels satisfied.
Josuke, however, seems too down.
Rohan isn't stupid enough to not feel aware of it, and so he approaches the
other and cuts right to the chase.
"Tell me what's wrong. Your aura is too disturbing." Rohan says as if annoyed,
like he doesn't care and that it's only for his own benefit, but truthfully, he
does care.
Josuke looks down. "Nothing, really. Maybe I'm just beat. After all, I rushed
here after classes."
"You're lying. You were fine all this time. What's up with you?" Truly
unconvinced, Rohan presses the topic even further.
Josuke, after a few minutes of silence, finally raises his head and looks at
Rohan straight on.
"I don't wanna model for you anymore."

Rohan is taken aback. His eyes widened, his chest heavy upon hearing those
words. It is a foreign feeling. Rejection is indeed something new to him, if
that's the right word to even describe it. He ponders why out of a sudden,
Josuke backs out just like that. Not like Rohan has become fond of Josuke, or
at least, he convinces himself he isn't, but it's still quite baffling how
things turned out that way.
"Why?" Is the only word Rohan could utter.
Josuke diverts his gaze elsewhere, clearly avoiding Rohan.
"Oh, well you did mention before that references do the trick for you, and I
guess you paid me enough already. I don't see any reason continuing this for
any longer." The pompadoured male answers, his voice cracking at some point.
Rohan grits his teeth.
"Is that really the reason why, Higashikata? I'm not stupid. I could tell
there's something that made you think so. I've been observing people all my
life, don't think you can escape your way out of this."
Josuke bites his lower lip, clearly guilty about what Rohan claimed.
"There's nothing, really. I just, you know? Maybe other models can replace me.
Y-Yeah, like, Jotaro-san! Maybe I can hook you up with him, he has pretty good
built too, you know?" Josuke tries to sound as nonchalant as possible, but he
obviously sounded like he was just forcing himself to say it.
And before Rohan could protest, Josuke immediately cuts him off. "So yeah,
thanks for the huge pay all this time. Take care, Rohan... -san."
Just like that, Josuke dashes out of the room, leaving Rohan discomfited.
 

What was that all about, Higashikata? I don't understand. I didn't upset you,
did I? Just what in the world made you quit so abruptly? I, Kishibe Rohan,
never felt rejected my entire life until now. You dare leave me hanging? I
still got so many poses for you. Don't think I'll let you off the hook.
Higashikata... I want to draw you more. I really do.
 
 
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"So it's been a four days since your job ended, huh... Guess we could hang out
more then!" Okuyasu is glad that his normal routine of walking home with his
best friend is back.
"Yeah, wanna go to the arcade? But we should probably invite Koichi first."
Josuke suggests with a smile, although Okuyasu making him remember that he left
his job made him a bit dejected.
Maybe I'm just overreacting. What's it to me anyway if he preferred Jotaro-san
more than me? That's for him to decide. My point is just, I don't feel
comfortable modeling for somebody who only viewed me as a second option in some
way.
Not like I'm jealous or anything.
"We can't invite Koichi, Josuke! He's definitely on a date with Yukako right
now, for sure." Okuyasu replies with a pout.
Josuke sighs. "Gee, just when I'm finally back in action. Oh well, just the two
of us then."
The arcade is a walking distance from where their school is at, so the two
friends walk as they talked about random things.
As they are casually talking, Josuke notices the signage of a certain shop that
caught his eye:
It is the art shop Rohan often goes to.
He stops by, feeling a certain bit of nostalgia as he stares at the signage.
Okuyasu halts his tracks as well, raising an eyebrow at the sudden course of
action Josuke took. Okuyasu's life is full of questions, but he is 100% sure
that Josuke doesn't do art, therefore, not having him a reason to stop by
there.
And when Okuyasu is about to call out to his buddy, he instead calls out a
different name.
"Ah, Kishibe, what was it,... Rohan?" Okuyasu isn't totally sure if he got the
name right, but he calls out anyway, making Josuke's gaze turn from the signage
to the shop's entrance.
And, funny how fate plays, there is, Kishibe Rohan, standing at the entrance,
with eyes directed at Josuke.
"Higashikata."
Of course, he'd just gotta be here now of all times.
Josuke felt like his world shook for a second. His palms start sweating and his
heart experiences tachycardia. It beats so eratically, he actually feels like
he's going to burst anytime soon. Four days... Four days felt too long. The
pompadoured male's reaction is as if they just met again after ten years,
whereas, it was really just four days since then.
However, Josuke acts by instinct. He desperately tries to act normal. "Uh, yo,
Rohan-san." He greets with an awkward smile.
"Higashikata. About last ti-"
"AHHHH-" Josuke immediately cuts off the other, pretending to panic. "I
remember, I left my notes in school! I'm sorry, I have to go get them now!"
The pompadoured male hurries and grabs Okuyasu's wrist, but his friend is just
too plain confused to move his feet and go with the flow.
"Really? What notes? Ya don't even take your own notes, Josuke!" Okuyasu
denies, perplexed.
Josuke glares at Okuyasu. He feels like punching his friend, who had no clue
that he clearly did it on purpose.
Fuck, I swear to god, why are you such an idiot most of the time, Okuyasu?!
Okuyasu felt chills run down his spine when he catches Josuke's menacing stare
at him, but he doesn't have any idea what was going on. At all.
So he chooses to escape instead.
"Um, so uh, Josuke. I'll just go ahead the arcades, aight? I'll give ya and yer
boss a private session!" And with that, Okuyasu takes off.
Rohan clears his throat, hinting that he obviously saw right through Josuke's
escaping scheme. "Higashikata."
Josuke, feeling defeated, averts his gaze and replies a soft "Yeah".
".... Why are you avoiding me?" Rohan asks seriously, but his voice clearly
cracked.
"Well, like I said..." Still placing his stare elsewhere, the pompadoured male
tries to repeat his fake reasoning before, but when he finally had the guts to
look at Rohan straight on, his mouth shut itself from lying any further.
Seeing Rohan's dejected expression made Josuke's eyes widen.
Rohan isn't a total stoic nor an expressionless person. If there's anything,
his eyebrows are most of the time furrowed together and his lips are pouting
24/7, as if his facial muscles never get exhausted with looking annoyed too
often.
But to see the green-haired male wearing a downcast look on his face, Josuke
couldn't register it at all. Rohanー That Kishibe Rohan, is actually looking...
Sad.
Feelings of disappointment and gloominess are evident on Rohan's eyes and
pouting lips. Josuke feels really troubled about it that he couldn't hide
whatever he is hiding anymore.
"Aaaggghhhhh!!!" Frustration escapes Josuke through a loud grunt. "I checked
one of the sketchpads on your shelf and saw photos of Jotaro-san pasted on some
of the pages!" He adds, obviously embarrassed about his confession.
Rohan's eyes squints, indirectly telling Josuke a "Huh?!".
Josuke clears his throat and continued. "I just thought that maybe you would
prefer to make him your model over me. I don't really feel comfortable in
modeling for someone who is rather fond of others to do the said job instead.
It makes me feel like I'm just a second option or something, you know?"
Josuke can feel his cheeks flushing from the embarrassment. His reasoning
sounded like that of a child's, a selfish one at that. But nevertheless, he
continues.
"I don't know. It's just that, I was really glad when you said I intrigued you,
and that I'm your first-ever model. I felt proud, but when I read the notes on
the photos, it bothered me. It was as if you're only sketching me because
you've finally found someone close enough to Jotaro-san, but in all honesty,
you really, really want to draw him more than anybody else."
Rohan can comprehend things quite easily his whole life, but not that one with
Josuke. He is unable to register everything and properly apprehend the reason
he heard, as it is quite difficult to find out what the expression is behind
it. However, he still managed to find a suitable word for it.
"Higashikata. Are you possibly... jealous?" Rohan questions, his dejected
expression turns into that of a curious one.
That question hits Josuke rock bottom, as if his invisible pillar of support
has crumbled completely. "Wh-What are you talking about?!" Josuke panicks.
"I do not mean jealousy out of love, but jealous of my attention, probably."
Rohan clarifies. "It seems to me like you're jealous of the recognition and
attention I have given Kujo Jotaro, and so you are acting that way at the
moment."
Josuke is aware about how his face resembled that of a tomato's then. Rohan
truly made a precise point back there, and Josuke couldn't even muster any
energy to deny it. He knows how sharp Kishibe Rohan is, but he didn't have any
idea that it was to that extent.
Damn, you completely saw right through me.
Josuke keeps silent then. He doesn't have any right to protest, for everything
that Rohan said were all truth. And with that, Rohan releases a wholesome
laugh.
Josuke feels like his world stopped thenー Rohan laughing is something
unimaginable, way more unimaginable than him being dejected.
"Y-You..." The pompadoured male utters, his face clearly in awe with what he
just witnessed.
"I-It's just that, you sound like a child! For that mere reason, really?" Rohan
continues laughing, one hand on his diaphragm and his other hand on his face.
Josuke can't answer at all. Instead, he captures that moment with his very own
eyes and stays still, waiting for the green-haired man to finally calm down.
Rohan... That Rohan is actually laughing. Can you believe it?! I don't really
know why, but it feels like there's some sort of self-fulfillment I just
achieved.
When the other finally tones down and gets a hold of himself already, he
finally speaks back to the pompadoured male.
"You made it sound like I'm terribly obsessed with Kujo Jotaro."
"Well you did know he likes melon bread..."
"I just assumed. I mean, why else would he order it if he didn't like it?"
"Well, I don't know..."
After a few exchange of words, Rohan breathes deeply.
"You were never a second option, Higashikata. The moment I saw you running away
from those insane fans of yours, I knew it then. I knew that I wanted to draw
you, maybe even more than how I wanted to draw Kujo Jotaro. Your nephew just
seemed too hard to approach, and I don't think he'd agree either. That's why I
just took photos of him instead. The only reason why I wanted to draw him was
because of his physical attribute and nothing else. He's just as unique as you,
Higashikata. But you, you're pretty easy to cooperate with, which is quite
relieving for me. Even better than him." Rohan explains, his tone seemingly a
lot warmer than usual.
The green-haired continues. "And you don't need to be insecure about anything.
After all, you're still my first model, aren't you?"
It's as if he reassures Josuke on purpose.
Josuke doesn't know how to react to it. He feels embarrassed that Rohan had to
hear him say all of those immature things, and that Rohan had to go reassuring
him about it. But more than anything else, Josuke is quite happy to hear those
words from the usual arrogant, pissy Rohan.
 
It hasn't been a long time since Rohan and I first met, but to be acknowledged
by someone as hard to get as him... That's probably what I wanted to happen all
this time. To see more of him other than his arrogance and elitism, it feels
like a huge accomplishment for me.
 
"Gee, I don't really know what to say." Josuke rubs the back of his head and
smiles. "Thanks, I guess..."
Rohan clears his throat and nods. "Don't get me wrong. I haven't fully
acknowledged you either. And I still don't like you." In the end, the green-
haired male is still persistent and prideful.
I guess there's no way, not in a million years, that he'll fully open up to me
and treat me kindly.
"Other than that, go back to our usual schedule. Don't miss." And with that,
Rohan leaves Josuke behind the entrance.
Josuke, after seeing Rohan leave, couldn't stop himself from feeling relieved.
He is more than glad that everything went fine, and Rohan got to acknowledge
him on top of that. He doesn't fully like the green-haired man either, at
least, not yet, but it felt like there was progress in their quite
"adversarial" relationship.
Maybe I should thank Okuyasu after all.
Remembering the whole arcade appointment with his buddy, Josuke walks away from
the shop as well.
 
 
"Please take care of me... Again."
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     everybody is like "wHY IS THIS FIC SO TERRIBLY SLOOOOOOW."
     pls dont get tired of it, i will make them fuck eventually ;_;
     i'll be back sooner with a new chapter so stay tuned pls uwuwuu
     thanks for reading~
***** Friends *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm back with a new chapter full of FLUFF!!!! God, I sure am loving
     the procrastination :^) I'm sorry aaaaa but here it is! I tried to be
     more creative with my vocabulary, hope you guys will love it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
  
A month has lapsed since the school festival took place. The said event had
long since forgotten, with only a few students gaining hangover from any
indelible moment that might have occurred on those three days. The after-event
survey held by the student council a month later for all students unveiled that
90% of the student population found the festival... average. There were three
query choices on the survey: horrible, average, memorable. The student council
were undoubtedly chagrined and bummed out upon knowing the result. Indeed, it
was, compared to the previous years, a very much monochromatic festival
celebration. There were several factors that affected the outcome. At most, it
was said to be the lack of funds that had stooped the festival low. The dearth
of time had been subjected too, as because each class was only given less than
a whole week to batten their booths properly. Thus, the classes were more
inclined to tension and cramming, and not much amusement afterwards had
rewarded them. The remaining 10% of the student body voted 5% memorable and 5%
horrible, of which, quite intriguingly, majority came from the people in class
2-B.
It's assumably because of Jotaro Kujo that the class equally distributed their
votes to "horrible" and "memorable". Horrible mostly for the male students,
with all their efforts debilitated, only to have the females wreck everything
with their undying fangirling for two days straight. However, the girls deemed
so otherwise. It was, for them, a memorable festival celebration. Having to see
their one and only mutual crush, Jotaro, posed to be such a devilishly
entrancing host, striking a gigantesque impression for the rest of their high
school life.
In the culprit's perspective, it was as well, indeed a memorable one for him.
It was after all, the time of his life that he encountered such a flamboyant
painting. Jotaro couldn't shake off the feeling from when he first discerned
the piece of art, and he still has episodes of how he felt during then. Mixed
feelings, to be precise. A sense of empathy, melancholy, and curiosity. All of
those waved through his heart when he first laid his eyes on that canvas. Even
until now, same emotions loiter in his chest every time he stares at the wall
where the said painting is dangling. The only twisted thing Jotaro has ever
compassed to the painting is how he got... lecherous about it. The defiant rod
between his groin previously reacted shamelessly towards a supposedly
despondent art. He still couldn't believe what he had done, but he reckons; it
wasn't the actual theme of the painting nor its message that rendered him
lustful out of nowhere. The way how the unknown artist conjuncted various
colors, creating an ineffable consonancy with their refined, infallible strokes
and the sole idea of how adroit yet delicate those hands of theirs must be are
perhaps, the reasons why he had an unforeseen erection back then.
Shaking off the indecent memory, Jotaro sighed to himself, plopping on top of
his bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling, as if piercing it. A month. A month went
by, but still no trace on who Hierophant Green is. Jotaro gave everything a
shot, from tracking the painting to searching everywhere online. Even the place
of origin, specifically the art club, doesn't have any leads as well, and for
the first time in a man's life did the internet ever fail to do a job. It has
come to the point where he conceives Hierophant Green to be a non-existent
person. Obviously though, that can't be it. He is breathing inside the room
where the painting hangs. It exists.
You are real. 
Squinting his eyes, Jotaro's chest yowled a cry of frustration for not having
any progress at all. The verity that there's not even a single lead must have
been made intentional by Hierophant Green themselves. If it wasn't, would there
be any purpose of them leaving the painting behind anonymously? It baffles
Jotaro up to no end, and nothing has ever made the 'Jotaro Kujo' as cluttered
and thwarted as this time. The 'Jotaro Kujo', who has little to no
solicitousness towards anything around him, came to actually invest his time on
something that doesn't straightway involve him. Jotaro is aware of how he isn't
being himself, and it truly discomfits him that he had come to this point. This
Hierophant Green, whoever they are, surely has stirred the world's coldest
person big time.
Due to the excruciating thought about the whole ordeal that late of an hour,
the brunet felt his lips itch, a sign that he has to light a stick instantly.
He stands up, breaking away from his already-comfortable position. The bulky
teen pulls open the nightstand's drawer where he typically puts his pack of
cigarette, only to find out that he already ran out of it. His mother does not
permit him to leave home at such a late hour because the last time she
authorized the teen, he got into a major brawl with gangsters which almost
caused him to almost get arrested. Sneaking up is much of a bother, having to
be conscious with every little step you make and be extensively wary of the way
you open and close doors. Still, the brunet has to resort to that.
It's even harder for a person with such a hulking build to sneak out. There's
the tendency of knocking down small objects upon shifting your way out. It's
not possible to open the lights of course, so he really better be enhancing his
sight and adjust to the dark. Holly had placed too many house ornaments, much
to Jotaro's annoyance. However, it isn't his first time sneaking out, so it
isn't that much of an onerous job anymore compared to the first time he did it.
The teen successfully escapes, finally setting foot outside, only wearing his
purple tank top and navy blue knee-length cargo shorts. Hat included, of
course.
The midnight is bleak like how it should be. There are little to no humans on
the street, except for some homeless people laying down on their respective
spots. Stray cats are mewling as well, to which Jotaro finds irksome. What's
adequate is the fact that Jotaro lives in an area where every essential place
is almost accessible to just walking with your two feet. His bicycle had been
long gone since he suddenly went into a foreseen growth spurt, an inevitable
norm that will always occur in all males of their bloodline. It caused his
mountain bicycle to give in, a part of the frame actually broke. He had it
since he was 14, which is just reasonable that it finally collapsed.
After a few blocks or so, Jotaro's feet finally took him to the said
destination. He goes inside, the apparent drowsy cashier lady not even aware
that a customer just went in. Jotaro grabs about three packs of Pianissimo
Peche cigarettes, his usual. Without a haste, he proceeds to the counter,
placing the packs loud enough for the dozing counter lady to open her eyes and
attend the customer. Irritated to be woken up at first, but upon raising her
head and check out the damn customer's face, the lady's sour face instantly
brightens, changing into that of a person who's as if they just witnessed a
very godly icon. She takes her time ogling at the handsome teen, to which
results the said teen being displeased and irked about it. Jotaro frowns. As
expected, the lady notices it and hurries to scan the cigarettes without even
demanding for an identification card.
"That would be ¥900~" The lady, cheeks flushing, informs with the usual high
pitched tone women seem to always use around Jotaro.
He pays the exact amount from his cargo shorts' pocket, not batting an eye to
the lady as it will only just further ruin his feather. He shoves the packs
inside his side pocket, and then leaves the convenience store quickly.
The thing about having such a bulky body type and being absolutely statuesque
compared to average Japanese teenage boys is that, no one will ever assume
you're underaged, to which heightened Jotaro's delectation. So far, not a
single soul came to ask for any means of identification whenever the brunet
purchases cigarettes. If they attempt to, however, Jotaro's instinctive glare
will always stop them from proceeding so.
Now back outside, Jotaro takes one of the packs out and decides to satiate the
tingling feeling on his mouth with a stick. Before he proceeds to do so, Jotaro
thought of wanting to go to a playground that's only a block far from where he
is. There, he can puff a stick or two placidly, and he can make use of the
swings as seats as well. The teen mostly smokes inside his room, but the
midnight demeanor is quite inviting this time, and the air is just right as
well. He moves his feet forward until they led him to the said destination.
The playground, like he guessed it would be, is indeed tranquil. The wind is
slightly chilly, but not enough to sway the swings back and forth. Jotaro sits
on one of the swings. He grabs a lighter from the back pocket of his cargo
shorts and lights the stick up, hastily putting it between his lips, inhaling
the smoke and exhaling it, repeating the cycle all over again. He isn't
thinking of anything in particular, compared to people who resort to smoking as
means of escape, to complement their inner thoughts and sink whichever emotion
it is that corrupts them with the smoke. The teen already thought about all the
complicated matters earlier, specifically the predicament regarding the
painting and its artist.
He just sits, slightly influencing the swing to sway with his toes on the
ground, smoking to his heart's content. Everything is just pure stillness, and
Jotaro feels as if he is the only man alive at the moment.
Until he hears footsteps running towards the playground, his supposed-to-be
private site, at least, at that hour.
That caused his toes to hault, and he looks at the direction of the footsteps
to see what's the deal with the person approaching. Why run at such an hour, on
such a place? Bizarre.
But what's more bizarre is the identity of the running being. As the footsteps
finally arrive the site, it was no other than Kakyoin Noriaki.
It causes Jotaro's turquoise eyes to widen, almost dropping the stick from his
mouth, but manages to seal it still between his lips.
Kakyoin, upon setting foot on the site, stops for a while as he bends his back,
with his hands on both knees, attempting to catch his breath for a moment. As
he finally grasped enough air, he straightens his body and looks at the swings'
direction, only to find a confounded JoJo, staring at him.
"...."
"...."
The stillness of the environment didn't break at all. It continues, with both
teens just exchanging gazes quietly, as if comprehending the awkward situation
that suddenly surfaced. Kakyoin, however, coughs out of the blue when the
silence had become too unbearable.
"Jo-Jotaro." Kakyoin calls out, trying to be friendly despite the gauche
atmosphere. "It's quite a shock to see you this late."
Jotaro inserts the stick on both of his fingers in order to pull it out from
his lips. He breathes the smoke out, and hums a simple yet firm "Mhm." as a
response.
"What a coincidence, huh..." Kakyoin chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of
his head. "You seemed like having your quality time in this place. It's
peaceful, isn't it? I guess I'll just... leave then."
However, before the red-head could move a foot, Jotaro intently gazes at his
direction, rendering the other boy perplexed.
"What happened to your left cheek?" The taller male asks, face quite dire yet
inquisitive.
It was then purple eyes' turn to widen. Kakyoin silently gasps, instinctively
covering his cheek with his hand. He wants to protest and make an absolute ad-
lib lie, but thinking about how Jotaro Kujo even bothered to ask about it, that
Jotaro Kujo, made him think twice of his plan. After a while of standing there,
he gives in, approaches the swings slowly, and stands in front of the empty
swing beside Jotaro. He eyes Jotaro silently, asking for permission if it's
alright to proceed, to which, Jotaro nods in return.
The red-head sits, with hand shrouding over his left cheek.
"Well..." Kakyoin is hesitant to advance and say another word, yet, he knew by
the time he asked for the swing that he will have to at least answer the
question Jotaro asked him, even a vague explanation would be enough.
However, Kakyoin remembers one integral thing: Jotaro is his friend. At least,
that's what he considers him to be. Perhaps telling him about the whole ordeal
might be beneficial on his part as well.
"My father knocked me out completely right there. I got smacked real hard."
Kakyoin says nonchalantly, as if it was nothing at all. He even adds a light
chuckle, until he felt like he would cry anytime soon, resulting to him
nibbling his lower lip hard enough to prevent him from doing so.
Jotaro just breathes out the smoke, not uttering any response. The red-head
continues still.
"M-My stepmother. She cleaned the storage earlier. I went inside the storage
this late of an hour to get something and happened to see how she cleared lots
of the objects in there out. I don't know what had gotten into her that she
actually decided to clear it out. She never bothered about it, until this day.
I've always, always tried to tolerate her cold treatment towards me, but to
think she disposed of mother's things! Her beloved novels, her favorite
tapestries, her... Her sketchbooks! They're all gone, discarded by that woman.
I just don't get it. Why does she have to do that? I know how obsessed she is
with my father but if it's jealousy we're talking about, my mother already
passed... away. There's absolutely nothing to be jealous about anymore. They
were already hidden and boxed, what more does she need? Disposing them is
just... cruel." Kakyoin delivers, voice cracking at some point. After
swallowing a lump in his throat, he breathes deeply and decides to resume.
"It infuriated me of course, to the point where I couldn't help myself from
getting all ballistic at her. I yelled at her, asking her for what reason did
she do it, and whether it was even necessary to have done it or not. She got
angry in return, telling me that she's my father's new wife now, and that, she
holds the same responsibility over the house as my father's, so she has the
power to decide anything that revolves the household. I didn't get furious at
those statements. What ticked me off so much that I couldn't stop my hand from
slapping her face is the fact that she referred to mother's belongings as
'useless'. 'invaluable', and 'tasteless'." Kakyoin's voice trails off, his
tears already streaming down both of his cheeks. It is a silent sobbing, as he
desperately bites his lower lip to avoid any noice from escaping his mouth. He
takes a moment to calm himself down, clenching his fists on top of his knees.

Jotaro's cigarette has died. He finishes the stick and throws it on the ground,
stomping on it enough to smudge the ashes all over. He had planned to smoke at
least two earlier, but as much as he dislikes admitting it, he has found
himself immersed with the current situation with Kakyoin even more than smoking
and enjoying the midnight chills alone. He knows Kakyoin wasn't finished yet,
so he stays quiet and lets the other calm down on his own until he's well
enough to continue.
Somehow, quaintly enough, it stings Jotaro's chest to witness the red-head
crying.
It's a foreign feeling, as because no one had ever cried in front of him that
way, except for those weak delinquents who begged for their lives when they got
so full of themselves and chose the wrong path of pissing Jotaro off. And those
are obviously not the same thing.
He couldn't decipher the meaning of that stingy feeling, but Jotaro is at least
aware of the term 'sympathy' and he recognizes it. Perhaps, he was just feeling
sympathetic for the other, but even if that was the case, it's undeniably
aberrant and rare for him to feel so. Not even once did he sympathize with
other people since he doesn't bother looking at others enough to care and have
a background of what they're going through.
Yet, here he is, perceiving a sense of lividity to whoever caused the red-head
to weep.
Over the course of month, Jotaro has become quite close towards the red-head.
It's not him who paved way though. Kakyoin had been the one initiating the
communication from time to time. Their first encounter was when Mr. Avdol had
to reprimand the boy for violating one of the school rules by wearing dangling
earrings. Their second meeting, although Jotaro isn't certain if he's right,
was when he witnessed him painting their class booth's signage, just days
before the festival. Their third was the joint P.E. class, where Kakyoin had
failed to perform the pair activity because of the weight difference between
him and Jotaro, which caused the taller boy to fall on top of the red-head. 2-
A's P.E. instructor was apparently a man of fast recovery, so the joint class
only lasted for a total of four sessions, making Jotaro back to being
independent again. That was, perhaps, the incipience of their connection,
followed by the red-head inviting him to an after-school convenience store
treat, eventually sharing mutual interests in music, which invigorated their
unlikely affinity towards each other.
Since then, within that one month, Kakyoin and Jotaro had been trading music in
physical formats quite often. They would every now and then take lunches
together on top of the rooftop, with Kakyoin oftentimes cooking more than he
should and share the excess to Jotaro. Jotaro never says a word though, but he
shows his gratitude and appreciation by having to eat everything Kakyoin has
given him.
How implausible of Jotaro to be gregarious with somebody else.
Strange. 
A month is so short, so terribly brief for the two of them to get to
familiarize each other personally. The only matter they have always talked
about is music, and besides that, there seems to be no more mutual interests
that link them. Neither of the two has opened up over the course of time, but
they both seem to be satisfied with their minimal routine.
After all, just sitting beside each other in complete silence is a comfortable
feeling for both of them. That's all there is to it.
Jotaro never realized it was possible for him to be quite comfortable with
another person like how Kakyoin made him feel. He is different. He is distinct
from those fangirls who leech on him and fanboys who idolize him a lot. Jotaro
could sense how Kakyoin, unlike other people, has no inner motives except for
genuinely suggesting friendship and nothing else.
If that's the case, then I find nothing wrong about it. As long as he doesn't
bother me then it's okay for him to hang out. Nothing else. 
Thinking about it, Kakyoin is, technically, a friend of his. Specifically the
only cohort he actually has. Not that Jotaro needed any of those mushy
friendship-companionship thing, or so he hardly convinces himself. He admits to
being quite lonely at times, but he is incessantly reminded about how
nettlesome other people can be which causes his transparent 'loneliness' to be
forgotten by him.
Perhaps, it's because of the fact that he secretly acknowledges the other boy
to be a 'friend' of his that he is feeling sympathetic over him.
It's still quite baffling for him, though.
Kakyoin finally manages to calm down, his weeping decelerating, and eventually
ceasing. Kakyoin wipes his tears with a handkerchief on his pocket, and then he
continues. This time, instead of a terribly downhearted face, his expression
turns into that of a frustrated, indignant one.
"No one has the right to treat my mother that way! Not even her, just because
she is the new 'wife' of my father. We're all equals right? Us, humans. But why
do we tend to step down on others a lot? Treating me like I'm an outsider is
alright honestly, I can still manage to bear it. But to brickbat my mother like
that, straight-on insulting her as if she's nothing of value just because she's
the person my father loved before, and just because she's, she's... dead. I
have always sensed her hating me because she only wants father for herself and
she wants to catalyze a new family with him, totally without me in it, as I am
not a product of her, but the product of my father's previous marriage. I am
not that sightless, I can definitely sense how she is feeling towards me. It's
as if my entire existence disgusts her. If that's the case, then so am I
towards her! Just who does she think she is? People like her are the worst,
right?" Kakyoin blurts out everything all at once, his lividness finally
surfacing, evident that he has kept it to himself all the time until now.
Jotaro still doesn't say anything back. He undeniably feels bad for the other,
and he does sympathize with him, but it isn't so much to the extent where he
will answer 'Yeah, she's the worst.' or any backing-up statement such as that.
It really just isn't likely of him to act that way, and for some reason,
Kakyoin understood that by not expecting any word from Jotaro.
Just the idea of finally having somebody there to listen to his anguish all
this time is enough for him. Having to let it out after all this time of trying
to act mindless and unaffected about it, shouldering the burden and distress
all by himself... He never knew such a satisfying feeling exists in this world.
And he wants to thank Jotaro for making him feel that way.
Kakyoin turns at the other's direction. He smiles upon noticing how Jotaro is
intently gazing at the bruised left cheek, silently asking an answer for his
earlier question.
Kakyoin rubs his left cheek gently and he sighs. "My father happened to arrive
home at the wrongest timing, or should I say, the perfect timing to witness my
hand slapping her face without context. He usually goes home this late, I don't
get what's with his job, but it sure is taking over his personal time. Not even
asking for the meaning of what happened first, he suddenly dashed in without
leaving his shoes on the genkan* and just went straight for my cheek. I was
just too shocked about how he is capable of doing that to me. He stood silent
all this time, not knowing about how fed up I am with life already, and then
he'd suddenly just, punch me in the face? It's a little bit unfair, isn't it?
That's why after processing what just happened, I immediately ran off as far as
I could, and remembered about this park so I went here, thinking nobody else is
there...."
Kakyoin pauses, breathing in slowly. He turns his eyes directly into Jotaro's,
and he flashes a small yet beautiful, bona fide smile.
"But I sure am glad somebody is in here."
And with that, Jotaro's eyes widen, his heart suddenly beating funnily. There's
no way he knows what that was all about. How can he comprehend such a notion he
has never experienced before?
Jotaro had always felt odd about Kakyoin's smiles before. Even when they
weren't acquainted yet, there were occasions where Kakyoin flashed one at him.
For instance, that time on the hallway when Kakyoin approached him and
apologized for the earrings incident. He smiled then. He often did so too
whenever they trade music. He remembered feeling odd and satisfied every time
he sees Kakyoin smiling, but the smile he flashed just nowー It gave off an even
more intense sentiment inside him.
He couldn't put any words through it. It's plainly indescribable. Which is why
he takes no more further thought about it, as it will just cause him to
complicate himself.
Instead, Jotaro tips his hat slightly down, and he smirks, uttering a simple
"Hm.".
Kakyoin, feeling satisfied with the response Jotaro gave him, averts his gaze
and instead looks up at the night sky.
"JoJo." He calls using the other nickname he is permitted to use while looking
up.
"Yeah." The other responds lowly.
"This is the first time I've felt at ease with somebody else after my mother
passed away." He endearingly says with a soft voice, almost like a whisper.
If not for the utter tranquility, Jotaro would have probably never hear it.
 
"...."
 
"I like being around you." Kakyoin gently sighs, gaze still up in the sky, but
words straight in Jotaro's chest.
 
"....."
 
"....."
 
"Me too."
 
"I'm glad I met you."
 
It was probably the nth time of the day that Kakyoin thug on Jotaro's
heartstrings, and the incognizant teen is not even aware of what it is exactly
that he is feeling. It baffles Jotaro too much, it makes him feel annoyed with
the fact that he doesn't know why he is reacting that way towards the other.
The arrant frustration is just too profound, Jotaro actually feels like smoking
again right then and there.
It makes his body itch for something. The way Kakyoin stated those honest,
saccharine words made him urge to do something in return.
"Well then, Jotaro. Tomorrowー Today is a Monday. We gotta sleep for the
remaining hours andー" As Kakyoin stood up, Jotaro does the same thing as well,
and before the red-head could finish off, the stoic teen grabbed the
opportunity and did something inconceivable:
A hug.
He hugs the red-head out of nowhere, startling the boy big deal.
J-Jotaro is actually... hugging me????
The red-head's cheeks bloom red, blushing incredibly hard that his face is now
the same color as his hair. His heart races, still not convinced that something
like that is actually being given to him by Jotaro himself.
On the other hand, Jotaro can feel how stiff the other became as he holds him
in his arms.
 
So this is the urge I've felt desperately. A 'hug'. What the hell am I even
doing. Everything is so bothersome around this guy, but why do I feel glad
about doing this?
Just who are you, Noriaki Kakyoin?
 
Despite having that kind of thought, Jotaro blushes as well, although only in a
faintly manner compared to the one being hugged, who already resembles a
cherry.
 
"J-Jotaro?" Kakyoin asks with a tiny voice, confused but undeniably delighted
about what is happening.
After all, he realized he is fond of Jotaro during their first lunch on the
rooftop together. He still isn't certain if what he's feeling is something
forbidden or unusual, however, he acknowledges the fondness he undeniably feels
towards the boy.
Jotaro speaks no word. A moment of silence ensues.
 
"...."
 
"...."
 
"I'll bring you a new music tomorrow, so don't you dare cry again on your way
home."
 
And with that, Kakyoin tears up again, but this time, it's because of how
overwhelmed and relieved he is.
That finally, someone cares.
The hug is warm, it feels like he's safe and invulnerable of the world's noise
around Jotaro's arms. The last time he experienced such a sentimentality was
when his mother was still with him.
With Jotaro's arms around him and the warmth it emits that pierces his skin,
Kakyoin feels alive again.
 
"Jotaro."
"Mhm."
"Mother will like you a lot."
"Mhm."
"Thank you."
"It's okay."
"Thank you."
".... Don't mention it."
 
The hug finally breaks, with Jotaro letting go. Kakyoin smiles again, the way
his lips arched is full of vibrance, and Jotaro can see that what he did has
helped the other cheer up. Jotaro is relieved at this after labeling his action
as something only dolted people do.
"Then. See you at lunch, Jotaro!" The red-head enthusiastically says.
Jotaro nods, but follows up a question. "You'll be fine with going home after
what happened?"
Jotaro's concern takes the red-head aback, to which, made Kakyoin smile again.
"I'm fine now, Jotaro. Don't worry about me anymore. You should go home as
well!"
Jotaro nods again. Kakyoin starts walking away, but before he can fully leave,
he pauses, waving at Jotaro, in which Jotaro responses to by just raising his
arm, not particularly waving back.
The bulky teen follows the red-head with his eyes, until he is completely gone.
Jotaro stands still, debating whether he should smoke another or just go home.
But after deciding on an answer, he smiles softly to himself and starts walking
away from the playground.
"He said to go home as well. Guess I should do just that. Yare yare daze."
 
 
 
***
 
Genkan = the Japanese doorway thing where they leave their shoes. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Sooo there we go. Hope that was a good fluff lol, I'm really bad at
     writing shit. I'm glad for those two, Kakyoin can finally smile!
     ;___; ok so no sex and shit yet pls don't give up on me i will surely
     make them fuck soon, josuke and rohan too aaaaaAAAA!! Thank you so
     much for reading, see you next chapter! <3
***** Thus awed Kishibe Rohan *****
Chapter Notes
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Kakyoin did tell Jotaro that they'll have to sleep in for the remaining hours,
considering the fact that it is already about 1 AM on a Monday before leaving
the playground earlier. Classes will start at 7 AM, so he only got less than
the conceptual, robust hours of sleep.
However, he couldn't bring himself to doze off and enter dreamland.
He couldn't sleep at all.
Gaining a flashback of everything that occurred made the red-head fail to fall
into a slumber. It was too much to bear, too much for his feeble heart to drill
in. He gazes at his ceiling while comfortably laying his back on top of his
mattress. The said ceiling, which he painted emerald a few months ago, is now
just pitch black, with no means of any light entering or turned on inside his
room.
He still feels undoubtedly doleful, the feelings of what took place still
lingers in his chest. He can only think of how arduous it is being in his
current household, and that how disappointing it is that he has nothing he can
call 'home' right at this point. Remembering how his pernicious stepmother
discarded of his dearest mother's items has made him feel ireful again, but
that quick outrage suddenly transformed back into a mere sadness as he also
began remembering how his father delivered that purple bruise on his left cheek
in a blink of an eye.
"Life is cruel to me," The red-head perceives.
Kakyoin can't help himself from thinking that probably, his father already
despises him now as well. He might have been influenced by that wretch of a
stepmother, or maybe just plain too preoccupied with his job, but he might also
just.. have stumbled straight out of love for his own son as time went by.
However, there's still a scintilla of hope within the red-head. After all, he
himself witnessed it. His own purple eyes still managed to witness his father's
face after he landed a fist on his left cheek.
Kakyoin was certain of it. He was sure of how his father's face turned into
that of a man who just regretted what he has done. It was quite a limpid,
crystal clear facial expression, enough for Kakyoin to actually capture it with
his very own eyes despite how hasty things happened.
Why did father seem... regretful then?
That alone might be his only proof that his father still cares for him,
although he will not let his guard down and just assume the whole subject. That
lone reaction his father projected on him is not enough to convince the red-
head that he still does love him. He can only hope for now.
Kakyoin embraces his pillow tight, as if it is the only thing that is currently
keeping him to hold on to his dear life. His purple eyes squint hard enough to
deny another set of tears to stream down his cheeks. He figures he does not
need any more of the salty liquid, for he already did a handful of sobbing
earlier, right in front of Jotaro.
Ah, yes. Jotaro.
Upon recollecting his encounter with Jotaro, Kakyoin's emotion shifts again.
Just a few seconds ago, he was too dejected to even let go of his pillow, but
the mental image of the playground and Jotaro on one of its swings suddenly
abled Kakyoin to loosen up his arms' grip on the said poor pillow.
It was unlike any other. Of course it wouldn't be, he notes. That was most
likely the first time in ages that he had another physical contact with another
person. And to think it was from no other than Jotaro himself. Jotaro
delivering embraces is plausible to happen, at least, after a million years,
that is. Truthfully, it's considerable to be a miracle.
Every time the red-head harkens back to how he proposed friendship to Jotaro in
such a conventional yet hasty manner, he definitely could not help but turn
abashed. Yet, he does not regret having to do it at all. If not for him taking
the initiative of treating Jotaro on a cheap burger and soda that day, there
wouldn't have been anyone for him to vent out on in the playground. It was one
of his most anticipated benedictions that has finally been heard by the
heavens.
And he is more than ever grateful to have it heard.
All throughout his isolated life, he was accustomed into hearsing every pain in
him and by him all alone, down there, as deep as a solitary well. It was
awfully shitty, just accumulating all the pain by himself. If it weren't for
painting, he would probably end up ceasing to exist. Still, it wasn't enough.
Having someone to listen to all your grief is still the best remedy there ever
is.
That aside, how Jotaro made him feel all giddy is the reoccurring wonder of the
evening. How that norm yet complex gesture rendered his heart race is something
he cannot decipher at the moment. He never knew Jotaro was such a hugger... or
was he, really? The possibility of the bulky man just hugging the red-head
alone and no one else made Kakyoin bite his lip in an attempt of blocking
himself from breaking into a stupid smile, and obviously, it was one hell of a
futile attempt; he still smiled anyway.
It is then the night that Kakyoin finally concluded that he has feelings for
Jotaro.
He already felt the same back then, when Jotaro and him took lunch at the
rooftop for the first time. As Jotaro left him there after the class bell rang,
he perspired heavily, as if a pool of sweat escaped his body. His heartbeat was
heightening, his chest tightened, and his cheeks flushed. He couldn't handle
whatever emotion that is, but he isn't that ignorant to not get a hint and
speculate that he must have been... gay. Of course, he tried to deny the
thought, not seemingly accepting of that idea, but as the rooftop sessions
continued, that peculiar feeling of his towards the other boy became even more
surfacing that he couldn't simply ignore it anymore.
The hug though, was the pinnacle of it all. It was what triggered Kakyoin to
finally admit of the fact that he harbors feelings for Jotaro.
He is confused as to which sort of 'feeling' that exactly is. At first, he was
convincing himself ceaseless that it's nothing but a mere friendship. He
reckons it was just due to having no buddy all this time which was why the
whole giddiness thing exists, but no. It is too intense, too fleeting for a
mere friendship. He knew he was looking at Jotaro that way.
Not like he's ashamed of himself though. If there's one more thing out of
millions of life lessons his mother bestowed upon him when she was still there,
it is to never be ashamed of who you are, and that, love surfaces in all forms,
and towards all types of people. Regardless of 'who' and 'what' the other is,
no one is permitted to rob you off of the right to fall for them. It's a given
that a sprout like him didn't understand it back then, but he remembers
everything his mother taught him, especially at times like this, when he is
plunging in a deep thought.
Kakyoin places his hand on top of his chest, sensing the erratic phase of his
heart. He then clutches his shirt, trying to calm himself down. Thinking more
of Jotaro is bad for him, he notes, but he wonders why he can't wipe that
oafish grin off of his lips.
He recognizes his feelings for Jotaro, but that does not mean he'll do
something that will change what he desperately built with the other male,
specifically that friendly bond he never knew would actually work. He believes
he cannot be selfish, putting his own desires first before anything else.
Just being beside Jotaro as his friend is more than enough for me.
The red-head sighs, trying to cope up with the evening realization. He sits up,
accepting the fact that he is unable to fall asleep at all. He can't just lay
down and do nothing. Time is precious, after all. Kakyoin gazes at his right
hand intently. It was the same hand that some invidious, insecure children
stepped on that marked Kakyoin's daily anxiety. Every time he stares at that
palm, Kakyoin's brain usually negatively encourages him to feel awful of
himself, causing him to remember the horrible experience he had as an innocent
young painter. However, oddly enough, this particular evening is an exception.
His hand itches, as if it whispers that he should draw then and there. It is
yet another nostalgic feeling for the red-head, as it was how his hand always
felt like when he was still a kid. He does not question it any further and
instead stands away from his bed. He quickly turns on the lights, and on one of
his shelves are his painting tools which he quickly grabbed.
Guess I should just paint for tonight.
Kakyoin places a blank 20" x 24" canvas on his wooden tripod easel. He inhales
a huge amount of air, bracing himself for the activity he will compass. He
starts mixing colors on his palette using one of his acrylic brushes, and as he
does, he smiles.
Now this is rare. Look at me, I'm actually feeling all positive while holding a
paint brush.
All thanks to JoJo.
 
 
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Rohan despises Mondays. It's usually that time of the week when his editor
visits his home. In all honesty, having one said editor is truly unnecessary
for him. Considering the fact that his implausible rapidness in terms of
finishing his doujinshi updates in less than a minute or so (believe it or not)
is quite cunning, he need not one of those irksome editors anymore. He cleans
and proofreads his works himself, which are tasks that are usually saved for
editors to do, but he cannot turn the person down of course. It's part of his
contract with the publishing company to have one. Editors are essential, as
they are the ones who will check if the author's drafts meet the audiences'
standards. They're also the ones who will turn it in to the publishers. It's
imperative for an editor to frequently check his workplace if it is healthy and
proper, especially that he's still 17. He hopes when he turns into a third
year, there will be changes in that troublesome contract. Maybe retain having
the editor, but discard the idea of him having to step foot on his home.
Everyone thinks Kishibe Rohan is quite full-fledged enough for his age, but
still, rules are rules.
That's precisely why he still lingers in school. He walks around the school
premises with his sketchbook, with its lace hanging on his shoulder. He likes
what he is doing since it somewhat helps him gather more information that can
possibly encourage future work ideas. He wants to avoid his editor, or at
least, be late somehow. He really doesn't want to tolerate other people going
inside his home, as it is not only invading, but also quite irksome to have
people who he is not familiar with inside his place.
Funny how he lets the pompadoured boy in anytime though.
That brat. Lately, they have been talking with each other more often. Back
then, Higashikata Josuke only comes for his modeling job and nothing more, but
after that strange encounter they had a few weeks ago where Josuke actually
tried to ditch him because he got insecure of Rohan wanting to draw Jotaro
before, they've been conversing more often.
It's nothing huge, really. The younger male is pretty random, much to Rohan's
annoyance. It's always unspecific, scattered topics here and there, from what
Rohan's first shoes were to what Rohan thinks of ice creams. The green-haired
tried to avoid countering whichever discussion Josuke attempted to open up, as
he thinks it would only slow his work down, but anyhow, he still fell for
Josuke's trap.
The past few weeks, he already knew of Josuke's favorite color, favorite kind
of sushi, and his favorite hair wax brand. They were all unnecessary
information from a supposed-to-be irrelevant male, but even Rohan himself is
dumbfounded as to why he actually still remembered all those said unnecessary
information. Josuke is profoundly rebarbative, but the green-haired admits he
does not find it that bothersome anymore.
He is not that much of a tsundere to deny to himself that he appreciates
Josuke's accompany a lot. Or maybe he is. There's no way he would let that brat
know such a disgusting thing. It's either he stays in-denial forever, denies it
to himself, or just force himself to murder that unpleasantness.
Rohan sighs, noting to his mind that any more of those thoughts will lead to
nothing. He turns down the hallway, wanting to pass by the art clubroom and see
how it is doing. Club activities were already over a few minutes ago,
explaining why nobody seemed to be around in that floor anymore.
Not only does Rohan draw splendidly, but he also can paint ravishingly. He took
painting classes as a child, but he figured out not too long after that he
desires being a mangaka more than some painter. Rohan couldn't wait for the day
he will finally be able to write a long-running manga of his own, but for now,
original doujinshis are doing the job. It's only one year more till he becomes
a legal man, so until then, the manga's gotta wait. Kishibe Rohan could already
start creating a long-running manga even at 17, judging by how quick he is at
what he does. Although that's the case, the green-haired is actually taking his
future more seriously, and he thinks he needs to do it at the exact time.
As soon as he approaches the said clubroom, Rohan is quite amused to see a
familiar face, standing in front of the door.
"Kakyoin Noriaki." Rohan calls out, stopping his tracks a meter away from the
said name. The red-head fidgets upon hearing his name and turns to where the
voice came from.
"O-Oh. Kishibe-san." He politely greets, although the discomfort is quite
evident. "How are you?"
Rohan grins upon hearing the red-head asking that question. He almost never
says anything to him whenever they run each other, let alone ask him how he is
doing. It is surprisingly a change of demeanor.
"I'm not sure if it's even important for you to know, but I'm alright. Thank
you for asking anyway. I should ask you how you are doing as well. It's quite a
shame we aren't in the same class. Well, the regular classes aren't bad
either." Rohan answers overbearingly.
Rohan is quite an intelligent fellow as well, having to excel in almost any
subject. His capabilities belong to that of the honors' section, specifically
class 2-A, but he purposely set some of his grades to only average instead of
above average to avoid belonging to the top class. He only needs to invest all
of his time on his doujinka/mangaka work, after all. Having to be in the
highest section means having to study twice as hard, and having to study twice
as hard means having to invest more time in studying, as the said class are a
bit more advanced, and Rohan can't just afford to let that happen.
And besides, he does not want to be in the same class as Kakyoin Noriaki's. For
some reason, he can't stand that guy. He encountered the red-head during those
times he attended painting classes as a child. It was when Rohan was five that
his stringent parents started making him attend formal painting classes. He
still remembers back then, when their original art instructor introduced to
them a prominent female Japanese painter at that time. Her red hair stood out,
it was nothing like Rohan have ever seen as a sprout. With the said lady was a
small child, as young as Rohan, and he shared the same, vibrant red hair, as
fervid as crimson, just like the lady's. That was no other than Kakyoin Noriaki
with his mother.
The class instructor told them that Mrs. Kakyoin would be there to help them
learn for about a week or so, due to her volunteering for it. She was a great
teacher, and she was probably the gentlest woman Rohan had ever stumbled upon.
Rohan had high expectations towards Kakyoin, who he thought was as endowed in
art as his mother, but the little Kakyoin back then just barely even started
learning how to mix colors properly, let alone stroking with consistency. It
was quite disappointing, how rubbish Kakyoin's skills were back then. Rohan
speculated that his mother probably only brought him there with her only
because no one was available to babysit the poor red-head.
But boy is Rohan wrong. Back in his last years in middle school, Rohan was
aware of a certain art organization which students from different schools are
part of. Only the greatest young artists were invited to be members, and one of
them was Kakyoin Noriaki, the child from years ago who couldn't even paint a
tree trunk with grace. He never knew he would hear of that name ever again, as
he was only part of his paltry childhood, and that they weren't even attending
the same middle school. Rohan couldn't believe it then to the point where he
had to actually attend one of the painting contests which Kakyoin was a
contestant of, just to see for himself.
It was then that Rohan brought himself to be awed and fascinated with an art
besides his very own. Kakyoin's painting was strikingly similar to his mother's
in terms of adroitness, but at the same time, it was very distinct among all
art styles Rohan had ever witnessed. It was rich and unique on its own,
something that people would know right away just by one glance that it was
Kakyoin who crafted it. In the end, Kakyoin didn't disappoint him at all. It
sickens him to admit it, but Rohan acknowledges the other chiefly.
What might have made him not being able to stand the other is the fact that
Kakyoin suddenly stopped participating in contests and left the organization.
He completely disappeared, and then he was forgotten. It was a hasty decision,
considering the fact that the red-head chose to halt his career just when he
was already beginning to be at his peak performance. It was, Rohan repeats, the
only art besides his very own that he actually appreciates. It is truly such a
waste. Too bad things had to go that way, and nobody even knew the reason why
Kakyoin had to vanish.
Kakyoin clears his throat. "I'm alright, thank you for asking, Kishibe-san.
Indeed it is quite unfortunate that we didn't become classmates. 2-A does need
more effort, but I am fond of studying so I am more than lax." The red-head
answers.
Rohan raises his eyebrow. "Hm." The question tattooed in Rohan's brain is that,
why is Kakyoin standing in front of the art clubroom? If he remembers
correctly, Kakyoin was never part of the art club, even when they were still
first-years. The green-haired teen examines the red-head from head-to-toe, and
what he witnessed interests him: Kakyoin is holding a canvas with him. The
content is hidden, as the front is facing inwards, but Rohan is aware that it
is some original piece Kakyoin brought with him.
"How about that object?" Rohan asks intimidatingly, eyeing the said thing.
Kakyoin traces Rohan's eyes to where they are looking, and then Kakyoin, upon
realizing what the other is referring to, instinctively hides the canvas at his
back.
"I-It's nothing, really. Not much of a big deal..." Kakyoin thought that it was
good enough of an answer already, but knowing who and how daring Kishibe Rohan
is, he knew he has to at least explain just a little bit. After all, he was
already caught in the act.
"I mean, I do remember telling you the last time we ran to each other that I
never stopped painting. It's just that I don't really want to participate in
anything related to it anymore. I only want to do it personally." Kakyoin
answers, looking down his feet to avoid seeing Rohan's face. It was too awkward
for him.
The red-head continues. "You know that thing about the art club accepting art
pieces from non-members right? I just wanted to try... out of curiosity, is
all."
Kakyoin still continues to avert his gaze from Rohan, hoping that the green-
haired boy wouldn't bother pushing him to the corner anymore.
The green-haired, being sharp and observant, senses that Kakyoin is quite
uncomfortable of talking about it, and so Rohan sighs, pushing his being
inquisitive away. It is not in his nature to force people of something they do
not wish to do. But it's a totally different matter if it's for the sake of his
manga.
Kakyoin finally raises his head and looks directly at Rohan. "Um..."
"Well. That isn't bad at all, Kakyoin Noriaki." Rohan tells the red-head with a
smirk on his face. And with that, the green-haired raises his arm briefly, a
gesture that tells Kakyoin he is about to take his leave and starts walking
away.
Kakyoin didn't expect that, as Rohan seems like the nosy type of person, proven
when they ran into each other back in the nearby art supplies store. To think
that the peculiar dude didn't interfere any longer... It sure was surprising,
but it made Kakyoin feel relieved anyway.
He takes the canvas away from his back and quickly embraces the said object,
digging it onto his chest. He sighs satisfyingly, and then he finally pulls
away from the canvas and gazes at it.
He had drawn yet another dolphin in the sea, but now with another of its own
kind, and contrary to the previous one, it is not a desolate sea, for the
evening sky is full of fulgent stars, reflecting the water and sharing each of
their radiance on the surface, bringing certain light to the pair of dolphins
who were swimming freely at their own will.
He isn't alone anymore.
Kakyoin hurries inside the empty clubroom and puts the canvas inside the
gigantic donation box. He hastily leaves, making sure that not even one soul
had witnessed him.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     rOHAN IS STARTING TO FEEL SOMETHING for JOSUKE. I feel like the
     secondary pair will be the first ones to do some hentai things lol
     let's just see ;^)) Thanks for reading!
***** Pizza Night *****
Chapter Notes
     NSFW WARNING BECAUSE THEY DO A BJ (( E C C H I )). I finally have
     written a smutty scene jfc idk really it's hard to write two guys
     doing some naughty shit because I have no dick myself rip me pls
     forgive me if I butchered this whole thing anyyywaays hope you have
     fun!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
 
"Mom, what do you think of mangaka(s)?" The pompadoured male asks, eyes fixated
on the TV screen as he navigates his character using the controller with utmost
caution.
His mother raises an eyebrow due to the sudden question. However, she is more
preoccupied with the chore at hand, conpletely brushing the said question off
and continues sweeping the floor properly.
"Aren't you done with that dumb videogame of yours yet? I need to sweep the
area where you're seated at!" The lady exclaims exasperatedly, resting her hand
on her hip.
"Hold on. I'm just going to beat this boss and I'm done." The teen answers, the
TV screen still illuminating his face. Despite having the living room lights
on, he is still too close to the TV, being too engrossed with the videogame.
Jesus, this kid is beyond help. Tomoko sighs to herself, feeling all hopeless
with the current situation. No matter what she says, so long as Josuke is
holding that useless controller, he will never move an inch off from the screen
nor bat an eye away from it. Teenagers nowadays are too persistent and
recalcitrant, she reckons. Having to deal with that kind of particularity is
something Tomoko would love to avoid. After all, her pinching Josuke's ears,
her smacking Josuke's head, and her yelling right next to his ear have no more
effects on the teenager. It was as if he is completely immune to that sort of
discipline, and that was something inevitable. As a child grows, their fear
towards their parents will gradually decrease as they gain their own individual
perspectives in certain things.
Tomoko rolls her eyes, seemingly devastated of how addicted Josuke has become
to that videogame device. She continues to sweep the living room's wooden
tiles, wanting to groom it spotless. However, she remembers the question Josuke
just released, leaving her baffled for a moment.
She is Josuke's mother, and that matter of fact proves her to be the sole
person who knows almost everything that revolves Josuke, from the things that
involved his childhood up to where he is currently standing right now, as a
middle school student. She knows that Josuke's obsession with his now-trademark
pompadour started when he was four, when an unidentified man saved his life.
She also knows how much Josuke loves Italian cuisines, from all kinds of pastas
to pizza. Josuke never shares much of himself, but as a mother, it's already in
her instinct to know what interests Josuke and those that do not.
And certainly, manga(s) aren't one of them, and so is a mangaka.
More like anything that involves reading is by default an entry in Josuke's
'Things that I dislike' list. So then why would he ask out of nowhere,
especially at this time where he is actually in the middle of his beloved game?
It flummoxes Tomoko even more, as because Josuke would always be at his peak
concentration when his hands touch the controller.
Being a curious mother that she is, Tomoko halts sweeping and decides to answer
the earlier question. "Your grandpa loved reading manga(s) when he was at your
age. I remember him telling me that at some point. Why do you ask?"
Josuke stays silent. His fingers become rougher in pressing all the buttons,
and his eyebrows furrow together. After a moment, the screen suddenly emanates
a loud sound of a man saying "YOU LOSE!", causing Tomoko to yelp out of
surprise.
The broomstick falls out of her hand as a result, and she inevitably feels
enraged about it. "Christ! That thing startled me! I would really throw that
away as soon as possible!"
 
C_O_N_T_I_N_U_E?_10..9..8..7..
≫ N_O
 
"Tch. I lost. It would probably take me another day or so to try and defeat him
again. Oh well, maybe next time." The pompadoured male mutters with a hint of
frustration. He turns the TV screen off and sighs.
"Really..." Tomoko rubs her temples with her hand. "I would very much like to
punch you right now Josuke."
The pompadoured male just chuckles, seemingly finding his own mother getting
stressed out quite humorous. He rises from the floor, and then he walks closer
to where Tomoko is standing at. The teen crouches and grabs the broomstick from
the floor, and then he hands it to his mother.
Tomoko sighs, obtaining the broomstick from her son. She really doesn't get
what's going on inside Josuke's head recently. He has become even more
misconceiving, and his actions turned harder to read.
"Well, about the mangaka thing," Josuke says casually, continuing the earlier
conversation. "I have a part-time job now. I started working for a mangaka for
as long as a month now." The boy adds, wearing a blithe smile on his lips.
"...." Tomoko is left dumbfounded, causing her jaw to drop as well as the
broomstick for the second time.
"A PART-TIME JOB?! JOSUKE, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" The mother agitatedly
replies, her eyes protruding due to utter shock. This is truly a serious matter
that she shouldn't brush off as his parent.
Educational laws in Japan prohibit middle school and high school students to
get a part-time job. If the faculty finds out of Josuke's misconduct, they will
surely expel him right in an instant. There would be no warnings for that
certain act, but instead an immediate expulsion without any further ado. That's
what Tomoko remembers from the earliest Parent-Teacher meetings. Moreover, the
fact that Josuke got a part-time job out of a sudden is quite alarming for her
as his mother. Did she go wrong? Did she have a lot of shortcomings? Why would
Josuke try to be independent in such an early age? They were not poor, but were
not extremely wealthy either. A middle-class family in Morioh-cho is more than
enough, and she allocates Josuke's allowance properly enough for him to even
have some more left for his savings.
"YouーWhat are you thinking, you idiot? So this is why you've been going home
later than usual! Don't you know that what you're doing is against your
school's rules? If word goes out, you'll surely not be able to enroll for high
school this year!" Rather than being choleric at that point, Tomoko shows an
extreme concern instead.
"N-No, that's not it, mom." Josuke mutters out while he rubs the back of his
head.
"Aren't I giving you enough allowance? Did something happen? Were you caught in
a situation where you broke a very expensive vase and you need to pay for it?
Or did you possibly borrow money from an evil ringleader and you have to pay
doubles or you're... dead?" Horror surfaces on Tomoko's face, her eyes starting
to water from the terrible ideas she has speculated of.
Josuke immediately clutches tight his mother's shoulders, and then he shakes
the smaller body softly to make her get a grip of herself.
"Where are you even getting into?!" Josuke replies, seemingly displeased of how
Tomoko just outright assumed the wrong things. There's no way he would do those
unpalatable things. He might be undeniably a fool at times, but he would never
bring himself to ruin his life just like that. He aims to be manliest as
possible, and a real man would not go through all those lengths just to prove
himself. But, well, if he did break an expensive vase, he would really have to
work his ass for it.
"It's not really an official part-time job. It's more like... helping a
'friend' out, see? That mangaka is still 17, a high school student from Jotaro-
san's school. He wanted me to become his model as a reference for his future
works, and I didn't see anything wrong with it, which is why I'm here right
now, in this situation." The pompadoured boy explains crystal clear, making
sure to calm Tomoko down in the process.
He continues. "About the money... He's the type of man who doesn't want to get
things for free. It's just the give and take policy where I do my job as a
model and he pays me back. The pay doesn't even exceed that of a fastfood
crew's!" Josuke rubs the back of his head, feeling slightly guilty of how he
made his mother worry.
Tomoko's tense shoulders gradually relaxes, and then she releases a sigh of
relief. No matter how much of a strong-willed, independent woman she is, she's
still no different from all the doting mothers around the globe. Now that she
finally knows the reason for it, her worries start eradicating one by one. She
just wants the best for Josuke, and she will come to support whatever choice he
will make, as long as she is aware that it is right and beneficial for her son.
It also pained her to have assumed that Josuke might not have found her
financial support enough, since that is her responsibility as his parent. But
knowing that it wasn't the case, she is more relieved than ever.
"I'm glad... So long as it isn't dangerous or anything of that sort then do
what you want." Tomoko replies, giving Josuke an 'I have no choice then' smile.
The pompadoured male gives back a radiating smile, a wordless expression that
gives endless gratitude towards his beloved mother. "There we have it!"
Josuke then picks up the broomstick again, and hands it to his mother. "Jeez,
mom. What a klutz. Have mercy to this poor broomstick." The younger teen
manages to joke, making Tomoko shrug.
"Shut up, you damn kid!" Tomoko irksomely remarks. However, she immediately
thinks of a counterattack, and her pouting lips turn that of a smirk.
"Still.... A model, huh~" The lady teases, poking the pompadoured male's chest
with the tip of the broomstick lightly.
"Ngh... Quit it!" Josuke's cheeks flush, tapping the broomstick away from him
softly. True, modeling isn't like him at all. However, the fact that someone
thought of him as a fitting candidate for such a job makes his self-esteem
rocket higher. Modeling, is after all, a job stereotypical for those who look
physically perfect.
Tomoko chuckles upon seeing her child blushing. She does what he said, lowering
the broomstick down and finally stops the whole teasing. "What kind of person
is the mangaka though, Josuke?"
The whole ordeal might not seem harmful in any way, but she at least should
know what kind of person Josuke is hanging out with lately. Being friends with
a senpaiis a fresh information. It had always been only Okuyasu and Koichi at
most, so Josuke having a new acquaintance intrigues her to no end. Not only
that, but her unwavering concern can only be eased by knowing if the senpai is
a good influence or not. There's still a chance of somebody exploiting her son,
and many other terrible scenarios she would not even like to think of.
Just what kind of person is Rohan really, though.
Even Josuke finds it difficult to answer. For starters, he is a very annoying
know-it-all person who is good at manipulating others for his own benefit, and
he is nothing but a huge manga geek, which Josuke finds lame and puerile. He's
also oozing with superciliousness, a person abundant with elitism. He is truly
full of himself, thinking he is better than anybody else, acting all superior
and mature and if not for his attractive face he would haveー
 
Did I just find Rohan... attractive?
No, no way. Not at all. 
 
Josuke refuses to believe that. There's no way he would compliment such a
troublesome character. Not in a million years, he reckons. Such a rude bastard
doesn't deserve any praise at all. He's bumptious, pretentious, and weird. It
even felt like he would taste a spider just for the sake of his doujinshi.
That's how extreme Kishibe Rohan is.
Other than that, there doesn't seem to be any more of his characteristics
standing out. Although recently, Rohan has been able to counter Josuke's
conversation starters. Lately, they've been exchanging thoughts even more, but
they're nothing ordinary and are just purely random. During their first few
weeks, Rohan would not even let him finish a syllable or two whenever he takes
the initiative of starting a topic, but now that a month has lapsed since their
first rendezvous, Rohan might have gotten the hang of it already.
On the second thought, yes. There is something that stands out in Rohan's
character; Sweets. Rohan likes sweets. That isn't the main point though. It's
not unusual for even the most pompous man alive to have a sweeth tooth, there's
nothing bizarre about that. However, when Josuke asked him casually during one
of their sessions, Rohan immediately flipped and denied it with such feral
emphasis.
"There's no way I would be fond of such hi-hideous things! How can one even
bear such a ridiculous taste?! Only children would want to eat that kind of
thing!"
Josuke asked him similar things before, specifically whether or not this
certain thing interests the greenhead or not. Rohan managed to answer properly,
saying yes or no in such a normal way. However, when it came to the idea of
sweets, it was as if the older male was laughably desperate in terms of denying
it, whereas in fact he could have just denied it that calmly.
He is a tsundere.
Josuke knew it from the start. Rohan's face always strongly suggests the look
of a tsundere. At first, the younger male didn't seem to dwell on it for too
much since he isn't the kind of person to formulate baseless accusations.
However, he had a concrete proof. Whenever he goes downstairs to grab a cold
bottled water inside Rohan's fridge, he would always find cake rolls and
cupcakes in there, and it's always various flavors all the time. They all look
awfully sweet, and he is very well-aware of the fact that Rohan lives alone.
Why would he lie about it, though? Is it because he found it childish to like
them? Josuke has zero idea, and it would just give him a headache to continue
lingering on it for too long. One thing's for sure though. Rohan is quite the
tsundere. He wouldn't tell that to his mother though.
"Well, you know those arrogant, bossy type of people who think their words are
always absolute? That's how he is. Seriously, I bet his pride is higher than
Mt. Fuji's!" Josuke finally answers as he wears an irked look.
"Why, he is an ass-"
But before Tomoko could say anything, Josuke cuts her off. "Though the way he
is serious in what he does is admirable. I believe passion is one of the most
significant things a person should obtain in order to succeed. That guy would
go through all lengths just to create the most perfect manga in the world,
that's how dedicated he is in what he loves. I could never think of another
person as devoted as him and I wouldn't mind helping out such a person with a
clear objective." The young man earnestly says, eyes directly looking at
Tomoko's.
For some reason, Tomoko felt a tinge on her heart upon hearing what her son
just said. It made her realize how much Josuke has grown already. To be able to
express those thoughts in such serious manner. Having to witness a sign of
maturity in Josuke right then and there caused her to feel a sense of
alleviation against all her anxieties regarding her child's well-being.
This kid... He is growing up just fine.
Tomoko gives Josuke a heartfelt smile, satisfied with the answer Josuke gave
her. "You should invite him sometimes!"
Josuke releases a gruff, and his eyebrows furrow together. "No thanks! He is a
handful!"
Tomoko lightly chuckles again, apparently seeing how fond Josuke is of the said
mangaka without him having to tell her straight-on. A mother's instinct will
always be precise.
After collecting herself, she immediately goes right back into a cleaning
monster, her attitude instantly rotating into a whole 180. She yells, scolding
the pompadoured male out of nowhere. "Hey! I told you to wash the dishes right
after that stupid game, didn't I?! Hurry up and do it now!"
"Tch. And here I was thinking she'd forget..." The teen mumbles to himself
softly, proceeding directly into the kitchen before his mother goes berserk.
Tomoko shakes her head, and then she releases a sigh of relief.
 
Would you look at that... He is exactly just like you, Joseph.
 
 
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"Let's call it a day." Rohan says as he satisfyingly looks at his work before
fully closing the sketchpad.
The pompadoured male stretches his body and starts cracking his knuckles to
lose the stiffness from doing loads of different kinds of poses. He seems to be
getting a hang of his job though, and Rohan has become less uptight when it
comes to him making unnecessary movements in the middle of his poses.
Josuke's stomach suddenly rumbles, obviously reminding him to go home as soon
as possible fill in his empty stomach. He should at least grab a quick snack on
his way home. Since this whole modeling ordeal occurred, Josuke's schedule
changed completely. Regular classes usually end at 4:30 in the afternoon. He is
most likely already home on or before 5 PM, but since he started working for
Rohan, it always takes him around 6-7 PM to arrive home. It is a pain, mostly
because the Kishibe residence is on the opposite direction, so he has to walk
even farther than his usual route.
"Alright then, see ya." Before Josuke could come to grab his bag which is
resting on one of the seats, Rohan stops him midway.
"Wait. I actually plan on ordering pizza for tonight and have it delivered
here. I couldn't finish a box alone, and I don't prefer eating leftovers of it
either, so why don't you help me out and stay for dinner?" The older boy
offers, tone stoic and indiffirent.
Josuke, clearly overwhelmed by the offer, hurries and approaches Rohan
directly. Without even thinking of it, he grabs both of Rohan's hands and holds
it with his very own, grasping both of them tightly.
Pizza is one of the things Josuke could never resist. Moreover, his stomach is
desperately craving at that point and anything will most likely do already. It
has been a while since he last tasted the wonders of a pizza, mainly due to
being broke and, well, it isn't really a priority. After hearing such a free
offer, there's no way his excitement would have not took off.
But really. Higashikata Josuke isn't that much of an exaggerated person to
react like that just because of a mere treat.
More like, that Rohan... That Kishibe Rohan... is inviting him for dinner. The
idea of having to stay over for dinner and eat with Rohan is the real reason
why he became all that excited.
He swore to himself he would try his hardest to unveil who Rohan truly is
whenever there's a chance. Such a complex character. He is hard to get along
with, but sometimes also easy to read (specifically his being tsundere). This
dinner is a nice opportunity to get along even more.

Dinner with Rohan, huh.
With Rohan.

"Thanks for the treat, Rohan-sensei! Man, it's been such a long time since I
last ate a slice of pizza. My mouth sure is watering right now!" The younger
male says with such enthusiasm, his face just a few inches away from the
mangaka's.
The greenhead, on the other hand, is left dumbfounded with the sudden turn of
events.
The peskiest person in his life is currently holding his hands.
Never had somebody held Rohan's hands, let alone touch any part of his skin
without his permission. The idea of touching someone or being touched by
someone you barely even know is quite discomforting, and Rohan thinks it is
also a form of an invasion of one's privacy. If he knew what was coming, he
would have done his best to avoid Josuke's sudden attack at all costs, but
everything happened in a speed of light which led to his current predicament.
Yet somehow, he does not find Josuke's hands chafing and uncomfortable at all.
Josuke's hands are something. They are bigger than his', and they are
expectedly manly. His hands are strangely warm that it made Rohan's heart
thump. The texture of his palms are in the spectrum of both smooth and rough, a
perfect balance of both. They are slightly sweaty, probably the after effects
of posing still for a very long time, but nothing that made Rohan feel any sort
of disgust. His very own hands feel safe against Josuke's for some unknown
reason.
Don't forget his face too. Josuke is damn too close! Having that kind of short
distance towards each other's faces makes Rohan flush and his hands start
trembling. Now that he notices it, Josuke's eyes are more refined up close,
they seem even more purplish than heliotropes. His eyes are undeniably one of a
kind, it was as if the mangaka is directly gazing at Charoites. Because of
that, Rohan's attempts of looking indifferent and unaffected are futile since
his blushing intensifies as a result. He takes note of Josuke's nose too. It is
the straightest he has ever seen, having a prominent bridge and a perfectly
pointed tip. Josuke's jaws are well-defined, making his entire face look
impeccably unique. How can a face be so handsome?
And then the last thought snapped Rohan out of it. He still isn't comfortable
of admitting to himself that he finds the other handsome. He is aware that
Josuke has extraordinary looks. After all, a whole month of just sketching the
same person enabled him to acknowledge that fact. However, that doesn't mean
he'd just let himself agree to it sensibly. His pride wouldn't allow him to do
so. Rohan realizes how stupid he must have been to drag that awkward situation
longer, and so all his blushing and trembling gradually fade away.
He suddenly clears his throat. "Why are you holding my hands, Higashikata?" The
mangaka asks with a suspecting tone.
Upon realizing what he had just committed, the pompadoured male immediately
lets go. It seems like he wasn't aware of what he has done, which explains why
he suddenly becomes all too embarrassed about it. He backs a few steps away,
taking account the short distance between their faces. Josuke's face flushes,
reflecting on such a shameful action he had made.
"I-I'm sorry! I got carried away... It's been ages since I last tasted Pizza
which is why I was super hyped about it. I hope you'll excuse what I just
did..." The pompadoured male apologizes as he rubs the back of his head.
Maybe mom is right all this time. Maybe I really am a fool.
Expecting to get a cold response from the other, Josuke's jaw drops in awe upon
witnessing another miracle: Rohan is laughing for the second time around.
The first one was something that kept on replaying inside Josuke's head for a
while like a broken record. Rohan laughed at him for being a childish idiot,
getting all insecure towards his own nephew. Seeing Rohan chuckle was like a
breath of fresh air, he would very much rather see him laugh all day than
witness his 24/7 pouting and pomposity. It's unwonted, even rarer than fire
rainbows themselves.
But at that moment, he made Rohan laugh again. It was because of him that the
mangaka delivered such wholesome laughter. Josuke is just as flabbergasted as
the first time, and as he witnesses how the greenhead's lips arch beautifully,
he feels his chest flutter.
"You're weird," The older male says in between his soft chuckle, and not too
long after, he regains his composure. "Wait here. I'll prepare everything
downstairs. I have to call for pizza delivery too."
And just like that, Rohan shuts the door, leaving the pompadoured male all
alone in his workplace.

S-So cute!!!!!!

Josuke covers his blushing face with the palm of his hand, unsure of what to
do. He doesn't even have the guts to deny the fact that he legit finds the high
school boy... cute.
There's no point anymore. How could one not find it cute? A supposedly prideful
person who never really shows anything besides his pretension, but can actually
be a tsundere at times and is capable of releasing an earnest laughter?

Josuke has come in terms with himself already. He really does find Rohan cute.
However, such an embarrassing thought is something he should temporarily
eradicate, considering the fact that he is going to spend the rest of his
following hours with Rohan, eating dinner. If his mind continues lingering on
such a thought, he can never be normal in front of Rohan now, can he?
In order to calm himself down, he finds the need of a diversion. Josuke surveys
the workplace, trying to look for something to do as he waits. He figures
checking out the bookshelves again is a wise idea, but instead of approaching
the same shelf where he found the information book about Jotaro, Josuke checks
the one across it.
No way I'm going to check that shelf again. Who knows how many more of them he
wrote about.
Before attempting to touch anything, Josuke becomes reluctant whether he should
really be prying again or not. If Rohan finds out he touched his things without
permission again, he might give him another handful of scolding.
But honestly, it wouldn't hurt to look at that point anymore. It's too late to
hold back.
Most of the contents on that particular bookshelf are just reference books.
Plenty of them dominated the whole bookshelf. Some others are historical books,
magazines, and other manga volumes. Nothing out of ordinary.
Josuke crouches in order to check the very last row of the shelf. It is still
full of reference books down there, but one book spine stands out, having a hot
pink color and all. It casts a curiosity on the boy, and so he grabs it out of
the shelf, only to get a mini heart attack upon seeing the cover.
"E...ERO MANGA?!" Josuke shrieks with horror. The manga falls from his hand due
to the surprise attack.
What the hell is that thing doing in Rohan's shelf?! N-No. That can't possibly
be his'. Maybe a friend left that as a prank, yeah. That must be it.
Rohan. Friends. They don't add up at all, Josuke reckons. There's no way
somebody would want to be best buddies with that kind of person. The younger
male is positive that the greenhead is a loner, though he doesn't feel sorry
for him at all, knowing that Rohan obviously doesn't give a shit about those
things.
Then maybe... The cover just has a m-misleading picture and I didn't quite see
it clearly!
To support his speculation, Josuke's hand slowly reaches for the manga on the
floor. When he finally obtains it, he takes a good look on the cover, only to
find out that it isn't misleading at all.
It's an actual erotic manga.
The cover has a gorgeous, naked female on it, drawn with such aesthetic. Her
nipples were censored though. There's also a man on the cover, embracing the
woman, but half of his face was covered by the woman's hair.
Josuke gulps down the imaginary lump on his throat. He slowly opens the manga
and decides to look at its contents. One reason why he never got a knack for
reading manga(s) is because they have plenty of speech bubbles, and Josuke
finds it a drag to read them all.
He skims through the pages, clearly nervous yet curious. He notices how refined
the art style is, and that everything is impeccably drawn. The woman's eyes
were always filled with euphoria in each and every page. Her supple body was as
if it was real, and her svelte lips looked tempting. How her plump breasts were
displayed, implying a certain lusciousness that can trigger one's thirst. Her
mischievous thighs were indirectly begging to be tainted, and the details put
in sketching the sweat adds flavor into her sultry. How can one draw such a
lustful work that good? If the mangaka's objective was to appeal to the
prurient curiosity of the readers, then surely, they did a great job.
Because Josuke obviously got a boner from it.
Even Josuke has his own stash of porn magazines under his bed. After all, he is
a healthy, growing teenager. He did get off from them, but those porn models
were not even close to the one in that erotic manga. The porn models in his
magazines always lacked this lust-filled expression, but the ero manga woman
offered that missing piece greatly. If he knew ero manga(s) were like that from
the start, then he would have ended up collecting them instead of porn
magazines.
Though it isn't the time to be having an erection.
Shit, what am I getting hard for?! I'm in Rohan's house for fuck's sake! This
whole pizza thing might be a bad idea after all... N-No, I shouldn't think of
it that way. I was the one prying in the first place!
The sensation of expanding cock inside his pants is truly awful. It feels
tight, itchy, and overall just plain uncomfortable. Josuke thinks of squeezing
his member painfully in order for it to go limp in an instant. And so one of
his hand finds its way onto his crotch, preparing to do the boner annihilation
mission.
However, unlucky appearances will always consistently show in the worst case
scenarios.
"Oi, I've been calling you from downstairs loudly, why can't you heaー"
By worst case scenario means having to be seen by Rohan with his right hand on
top of his groin and his left hand holding an ero manga.
Josuke's jaw drops, and he is certain he just died right there. The sudden
shameful occurrence has given him instant trauma, making him unable to move. He
feels cold perspiration emitting from his body, and his heart completely
stopped functioning.
Rohan is just as surprised, but it does not show on his face at all. He closes
the door behind him, and the sound of the door's thud gives Josuke a slap on
the face. He is able to move again, immediately removing his hand on top of his
crotch and his arms start hysterically waving in the air.
"I-IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!!!" The pompadoured male desperately denies.
"TH-THIS!" He raises the ero manga, faking a disgusted look on his face to
convince the other.
Rohan walks towards him, face filled with suspicion. "Why were you reading MY
manga? As far as I can remember, my only order was for you to wait here until I
call you. It took me a while since I couldn't remember where I stored the paper
plates. I even exerted extra effort to make iced tea, and yet here you are,
being nosy and all."
"YOUR manga? What do you even mean?" The pompadoured male wears a perplexed
expression. It's hard to believe that it really is Rohan's, and the
confirmation came from the person himself.
"Yes. Is there any problem with it? I created that in order to know in which
lengths my creativity as both an artist and a storyteller would go. I
experimented with the genre, so that I would learn how to be flexible." The
mangaka explains bluntly, raising an eyebrow towards the other teen.

Oh. So that's how it is. The ero manga is actually something he made for that
kind of reason. Yep, that's Rohan alright.
 
Having to know the real reason led Josuke into bursting a laughter. He thinks
he is such an idiot for not even considering that kind of answer. Making an ero
manga for the sake of knowing his limits as a mangaka... How could he not think
of that? This is the guy he told his mother about being the most passionate in
what he does. Of course, that has to be the sole reason.
His laughter goes on for a good minute or so. "I see... That's how it is! It's
just so weird seeing one in your sanctuary, y'know?" The younger male says with
a puerile expression.
The mangaka clicks his tongue and grabs the manga off of Josuke's hand. He
crouches in order to return it to where it belongs. After doing so, he stands
up and faces Josuke.
"Enough of it. How about THAT." The older male emphasizes as his eyes stare at
Josuke's crotch.
 
Oh, right. I do have a boner.

Josuke dies again for the second time. He instantly averts his gaze from Rohan
and turns his head to where the wall is in order to avoid seeing any part of
Rohan at all. It is such a shameful scenario, and he feels his dignity slipping
away at a very alarming state. He couldn't think of anything to say. He
couldn't counter something that is obvious. He was caught. How can he possibly
make any excuses on the spot? The only thing that's going inside his brain is
that, why is the wall colored Teal and not Gold or Maroon or Lime orー
"HNGGGFFGH???!!!!" The pompadoured male yelps upon feeling a groping sensation
on his crotch, and that clearly isn't from his hand. He turns his head away
from the wall to the source of the attack, only to see a smaller hand fondling
him down there.
"ROHAN-SENSEI, MAY I PLEASE KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO?!" The younger male asks
hysterically, his temples sweating harder.
"We should do something about this, considering that you're not in your house
and I know how unnerving it would be to ignore it for a long time." The
greenhead suggests with such a blunt face.
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT WITH SUCH A STRAIGHT, INNOCENT FACE?!
"N-No, we don't have to do anything! It's not a big deal!" Josuke refuses with
such perturbation.
Rohan is not convinced at all. He goes even closer to Josuke, and as he did,
Josuke would also take a few steps backward, causing his back to hit the
bookshelf behind him.
Dead end.
The greenhead sucessfully corners the other teen, making Josuke's palms sweat
in anxiety. Rohan's face gets closer and closer until it is already a few
inches away from Josuke's ear.
"Josuke." The older male whispers softly, his breath directly tickling the
other's ear.
It sends shivers down Josuke's spine, and he feels his erection tinge because
of it.
 
Ahh... He finally said my first name... But why in THIS kind of situation of
all places...
 
"I'll help you out." The mangaka whispers again, and he finally moves himself
away.
Rohan suddenly gets down on his knees, his left hand resting on the floor. His
right, on the other hand, starts to creep on Josuke's aching bulge.
The younger male quivers upon the touch. "R-Really, it's going limp now! You
don't have to go this far!" He makes up an excuse, which is a big fat lie.
After all, the way Rohan whispered his name directly into his ear made his
member throb harder. There's no way it's limping down.
"Hmm..." Rohan hums as a response, clearly brushing off Josuke's statement. He
then moves his face closer to Josuke's erection. "It doesn't seem to be easing
down at all, Higashikata." His breath tingles on Josuke's cock despite having
his pants on still. That's how close he is.
 
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Fuck it all.
 
The younger male couldn't think straight anymore. He finally gives in to
Rohan's touch and tries to stay silent. However, each of the caresses Rohan
gives to his aching boner makes it impossible to stay quiet at all. Therefore,
he bites his lower lip hard enough for it to possibly bleed anytime soon. It is
a mannerism of his when he is faced in a certain nerve wracking situation.
Taking a peek below, Josuke notices how innocent Rohan's face is, despite the
fact that he is literally fondling another man's erection.
"So this is how big half foreigners' penises are... This is a one of a kind
reference that's hard to pass by." The older male mumbles to himself as his
palm continues pumping Josuke's bulge.
The embarrassing remark made Josuke's face turn even redder. It is the most
feverish he ever looked like his entire life.
After a few more strokes, the mangaka decides to take it to the next level. He
unbuttons and unzips Josuke's pants. The pompadoured male gulps, feeling his
knees shaking due to nervousness and anticipation. Rohan lowers down the said
garment all the way to his ankles, revealing Josuke's tight, navy blue boxers.
"Is there any particular reason why you don't wear briefs, Higashikata?" The
greenhead looks up, asking the said boy frankly.
"I also wear them... sometimes.." The younger teen softly answers, voice
evidently cracking.
Stop asking already and get this over with!
"Heeh." Rohan continues teasing Josuke's cock through his boxers. He feels up
the shape of rod, occasionally rubbing the shaft with his thumb and pointing
finger. The boxer's texture adds onto the sensation, and Josuke couldn't help
but quiver upon each tease.
"Hnggnf..." He softly mewls, unable to keep it to himself. Rohan looks like a
curious, interested child who's just trying to explore from his view.
As the greenhead sensually plays with the other's aching boner, he spots a wet
area on the younger male's boxers, as if reminding him that he can't just stay
doing the same thing for a long time.
"I'll take this off." Rohan informs Josuke as he tugs down the hem of the
other's boxers.
"Mhmn..." Josuke loses the capability to speak coherently, therefore only
releasing a heated hum as a response. His hands start trembling, and it is as
if his heart will explode anytime soon.
Rohan slowly lowers down Josuke's underwear, making it suffer the same fate as
his pants'. He pulls it down to his ankles, and upon seeing the naked display
of Josuke's dick, Rohan's eyes protrude.
"It's even more... tremendous than I expected it to be..." The older male
mutters to himself, his eyes shining like stars as they intently gaze on the
thick organ due to awe.
God, will you just fucking quit the embarrassing remarks already? is what
Josuke would have loved to say, but he doesn't have the strength to do so.
Instead, he shuts his eyes as tightly as he could, trying to shake off the
embarrassment from the comment.
Rohan does not do anything with it just yet. He takes his leisure time on
surveying Josuke's aching cock, as if instilling the image inside his head.
Noticing the delay, Josuke opens his eyes and gazes down on Rohan, only to
witness him observing his rock hard dick, teal orbs truly enthralled.
"D-Don't stare so... intently." The disoriented Josuke whimpers, tone evidently
ashamed.
Upon hearing Josuke's plead, Rohan's lips form a snicker. "I'm just inculcating
it as a reference."
 
Seriously? Is he really planning on making my dick a reference?
 
The feeling of cold air tickling his now-naked member makes Josuke quiver, but
the sudden touch from Rohan's cold finger caused him to tremble even harsher.
Rohan's pointing finger starts to poke Josuke's head, figuring out what he
should do with it.
"Ahh... Haa..." The younger boy gasps, his cock throbbing harder from the
sensation of Rohan's finger caressing his tip. Every time the greenhead pokes
Josuke's head on and off, a thread of liquid would always string.
Josuke's cock is leaking precum already. The transparent liquid oozes from
Josuke's slit, telling Rohan that his dick loves what is happening.
The greenhead's finger starts rubbing the slit, making the younger male thrust
his hips forward due to pleasure. Josuke's reaction has made Rohan feel all...
weird, and he starts panting softly.
Rohan isn't ignorant at these kinds of things at all. His last fapping session
was somewhere in middle school, but after he started getting serious with his
doujinka status, he didn't have time for it anymore. For him, such a lewd
action is just 'fooling around', and all his interest for it just suddenly
faded away. Rohan may be stoic and cold at usual times, but clearly, he isn't
an emotionless bastard. Therefore, having to witness how Josuke reacts because
of his own doing has made him feel... heated as well. It is just a
physiological reaction caused merely by sexual contact and there is no deep
meaning at all, he reckons. However, he isn't the main subject in all of this,
but Josuke, so he concentrates on making the other feel pleasure instead.
Rohan decides to do more intensely. He pulls his finger away from the tip of
Josuke's rod. He finally covers Josuke's shaft with his hand completely, taking
its time in accustoming to Josuke's size. Undoubtedly, the pompadoured male's
dick is taller than his own hand, and not only that, but it is healthily thick
as well.
Rohan begins stroking Josuke's shaft in a slow manner. Josuke's knees start
weakening, making one of his hands hold onto the shelf for support.
"Haaa... Hmmnnn...." Josuke moans, the back of his skull hitting the shelf
slightly. His eyes roll back, clearly drowning in pleasure. However, Rohan's
hand is stroking awfully slow, making Josuke wantonly thrust his hips forward
more.
It's not that Rohan is intentionally torturing him. His lack of experience is
the main reason why so, but after getting the hint from Josuke himself, Rohan
finally picks up the phase and starts rubbing Josuke's shaft with his palm
faster, adding more friction to it. He could feel the pompadoured boy's cock
pulsate on his hand, and every time he strokes it, the younger male would
release even more disgruntled noises.
As Rohan continues stroking Josuke's cock, his thumb would sometimes brush on
Josuke's head, making the said boy whimper.
"F-Fu,ck..." Josuke groans, his pike of pleasure releasing more of the
transparent liquid and at the same time throbbing intensively due to the
sensation.
Rohan's palm grinds Josuke's shaft faster, and at every stroke, he would gaze
up at Josuke. He wants to take mental note of what the younger boy's reactions
are like, since he believes they are also going to be handy references and are
essential for him to know whether he is doing a great job or not. Judging by
how disoriented Josuke looks, he thinks his efforts suffice.
While he is at it, Josuke coincidentally looks down as well, making their eyes
meet each other.
Rohan's pupils are just as dilated as Josuke's, implying a sense of
lasciviousness in him. The image of Rohan's face only an inch or so away from
his very own pulsating pike is just too erotic that it made Josuke's breath
even shallower.
Having his conscience thrown out of the window already, Josuke's sentience
snaps completely, making him curse loudly for the heck of it.
"Sh-Shit!" He groans, and with his unoccupied hand, the pompadoured male
clutches the other's green locks, yanking Rohan's head forward to his dick.
"?!" The sudden course of movement has taken the greenhead aback, and he almost
couldn't breathe considering that Josuke's rod is literally rubbing onto his
face. It feels slimy and sticky, but nothing that turns Rohan off.
The greenhead instantly gets the hint though. That must be it, the time for him
to use his... mouth. Blowjob, was it? He remembered the term people nowadays
use to refer to that particular action.
"Higashikata. I'll suck you off." The greenhead blurts out, his breath tickling
the other's cock again.
"Haa... Isn't it a little bit,.. too late to be asking...p-permission?" The
younger male answers incoherently.
"I'm not asking for permission. I'm just telling you what I'm going to do
ahead." The greenhead replies bluntly, and his tongue begins to stick out,
leisurely bringing it to Josuke's slit. The younger teen's hips jerk out of
surprise and he runs his hand playfully on the mangaka's hair.
The greenhead sinfully swirls his tongue around Josuke's thick head, smearing
his precum all over his mouth.
"Ahhnn... R-Rohan...sen.." Josuke moans out his name choppily yet enough for
the greenhead to understand.
The way Josuke's lips pronounced his name in such a luscious manner reddens
Rohan's cheeks harder. He continues slicking on the sensitive head, his tongue
dipping on the younger male's slit until he finally decides to make the soft
tissue travel down further towards Josuke's shaft.
His tongue sloppily tastes Josuke's pike of pleasure as if he's just eating a
popsicle stick right then and there. He covers the whole rod with his saliva,
smearing the transparent liquid all over and making the hard organ completely
sticky and wet.
Josuke's shallow breathing intensifies, his panting becoming even more erratic.
"Haa... Hnggh..." He would sometimes pull Rohan's head closer even when he is
already serried enough to be tasting his cock frantically.
Still, just licking all over is not enough. Josuke's wanton cock needs to be
fucking Rohan's mouth as soon as possible, or he might fully turn insane.
Tasting the gigantic dick enough, Rohan answers to Josuke's indirect desire and
begins to put the throbbing cock inside his mouth, head first. He hollows his
cheek in order for it to snugly fit, but it is more challenging than he thought
it would be.
 
S-So huge!!
 
He could only manage to fit half of it at most, making his lips turn sore and
all swollen. However, it isn't like him to give up nor do a half-assed job, so
he takes his time in adjusting to Josuke's size.
On the other hand, the receiver of the defiant service feels his knees buckle
upon sensing how warm Rohan's mouth is. He quivers, feeling all too good being
inside the wet structure. "F-Fu..ck... It feels...hot.." The pompadoured male
languidly blurts out.
Hearing that remark coming out of Josuke's lips has motivated Rohan. Thinking
that he might be somewhat accustomed to Josuke's size already, he swallows the
rest of his cock languidly until he succeeds on taking Josuke's entire dick
into his mouth.
It's just too thick and large for his tight mouth, but miracles do happen, and
that includes being able to fit such a huge, weeping stick all inside.
Rohan starts bobbing his head up and down, sucking the rock hard mass awfully
slow. The evident inexperience causes his teeth to scrape onto the sensitive
skin at times, but being real careful about it, Josuke doesn't seem to notice.
Saliva starts accumulating inside Rohan's mouth. Half of it drips down on his
chin, the other just smearing on Josuke's entire member.
The suction gradually becomes quicker and deeper, with Josuke's dick
occasionally hitting Rohan's throat, almost choking the greenhead plenty of
times.
"Mhm.. Haaa... Fu,ck...." Completely disoriented, the pompadoured male moans
out as his clutch on Rohan's green locks tightens, possibly inflicting pain to
the other already. However, Rohan doesn't seem to mind.
The greenhead moves his head in order for Josuke's sensitive tip to touch the
inside of his cheek. The rubbing sensation of it causes Josuke's entire body to
tremble and his eyes become hazier than before.
"Mmhpphfgh..." Rohan's sucking quickens, his head bobbing up and down further.
His tongue joins in the feast as well, sometimes teasing the tip. He could feel
Josuke's cock throbbing while inside his mouth, and honestly, it is quite a
difficult situation when it expands just like that while being in his mouth.
The pleasure concentrating on Josuke's lower extremity becomes too unbearable.
His ragged breathing is all over the place. His entire body produces hot sweat,
and he feels like exploding anytime soon. The delectation arises, warning
Josuke for climax.
"F-Fuck, haaa... Ro-han! I'm going to...!" The disgruntled teen immediately
yanks Rohan's head away from his cock, confusing the mangaka because of the
sudden move. The sudden yanking produces a solid, popping sound. His dick gives
its last and hardest throb, and before Rohan could do anything about it, all of
Josuke's available semen splurts directly all over his face.
Josuke's cum is voluminous, and the scent is too heavy of a sexual musk. His
cock does its own calming down by pulsating all by itself, trying to remove all
possible spunk residue. Josuke collects his breathing as he leans further
against the shelf. He inhales and exhales deeply, exerting mostly hot breath
due to the intense activity. His face is still feverish, but his eyes start to
focus clearer.
Josuke's grip on green locks loosens, making Rohan be able to move freely
again. After a few minutes of collecting themselves, Josuke finally stands up
straight, and upon looking down below to check on Rohan, his guilt immediately
surfaces.
The image of Rohan's alluring face covered with his spunk is supposedly
seductive, but not in that case. Having to cum all over another person's face,
especially someone who isn't even your significant other, is just too plain
immoral and rude.
 
We're not even dating..!
 
•ding dong•
 
Though the doorbell sounds faint, it still resonated all over the house,
workplace included. It served as a wake up call for Josuke, and it surges panic
inside him that he immediately pulls his pants and underwear up in one go. He
hurriedly buttons and zips the said garment.
"I... I'M REALLY SORRY, ROHAN-SENSEI!" He bows down as low as he could, and he
hurriedly leaves the room, not forgetting to grab his bag along the way.

The bewildered mangaka has been left alone seated on the floor, face cum-
stained. In just a blink of an eye, his personal model has vanished. The older
male scoops some of the younger teen's cum from his face using his finger.
 
"Haahh... I think I have gone too far."
 
 
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"Good Eve-" The pizza delivery guy's greeting gets cut off as a bulky teen with
a dandy hair suddenly runs out of the front door, completely ignoring him.
"Eh?? The customer?!" He confusingly utters as he eyes the said teen leave the
porch and dash off. "What the... He didn't even bother closing the door!" The
pizza guy mumbles, his face totally wearing a baffled expression.
He eyes the inside of the house, surprising him of how it looked so western and
extravagant. "Woah, it seems like I'm in a completely different country!" The
delivery man says to himself with awe.
Out of a sudden, another teen emerges from the staircase, making the delivery
man straighten up. Thank God, somebody is here.
He waited for the said teen to reach the door, and when he did, the pizza man
greets him with a wholesome "Good Evening!"
"I know your manager said that it would take a while for you to arrive due to
motorcycle issues. However, I didn't expect it to be this late." Clearly irked,
the green-haired teen complains.
"I'm really sorry for the incompetence, sir!" The pizza man, feeling all
guilty, bows his head down as a sign of sincerity and before he could raise his
head again, the greenhead places something on top of the pizza box he is
holding.
"Take everything and leave." The greenhead orders before completely shutting
down the door on the delivery man.
"Eh?" Even more perplexed, the pizza guy stands still for a while. He gazes at
the pizza box's top and sees a huge sum of money.
"Holy!!!" He exclaims, clearly blinded by the amount. "He just told me to take
everything and leave, right?" Overjoyed, the pizza man grabs the money
instantly and stuffs it inside his pocket.
"Huge tip plus free pizza, damn. I'm not really sure why, but this sure is the
luckiest day!" And with that, the pizza delivery man leaves the porch and runs
off with his motorcycle with a dumb smile on his face.
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Did it seem too terrible? I'M SORRY uwuuu pls forgive me. Anyways
     next chapter will still be JosuHan (I'm sorry JotaKak, even tho
     you're the main pair orz but no worries I'll return everything a
     hundred fold!!!)
     Thanks for reading~
***** Everything Said *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, this fic is already a year old! I just wanna say thank you to
     everyone who is reading this mediocre work lmao. Thanks for all the
     comments, the kudos, everything. It motivates me even more!
     Here's the 14th chapter with a really MAJOR event that's relevant to
     the whole story itself. ;> Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
For the first time in his life, Rohan feels the lack of motivation to immerse
himself to his current doujinshi. It's quite the foreign feeling, since he
proclaims himself as The Great Kishibe Rohan after all, which basically means
his hands shall never cease moving and continue ensuing to sketch yet another
noteworthy chapter for his project.
It has exactly been a whole week since he did something with Higashikata
Josuke. Both of them didn't actually take it accounted for, even Rohan himself,
who mostly initiated the whole peculiar situation.
He sighs, putting aside his ruler, clearly unable to do even something as
effortless as making page panels. He brings his head to rest on top of his
desk, zoning out as he closes his eyes.
"I refuse to believe this." He mutters to himself, disappointed of the fact
that he is idling at this very moment instead of accomplishing his job. It
isn't a big deal, really. He is always one to two weeks ahead of the
manuscripts, so being unable to finish one chapter every once in a while isn't
a bad idea at all.
However, Rohan finds that kind of half-assed thing a sort of mockery towards
his ego, as he is supposed to be striving in order to become the best mangaka
in the world, and in order to stay true to that, it requires him to work twice
harder compared to the rest.
And yet there he is, with his skillful hands unable to work at all.
He sighs for the second time again, all of his impetus slipping away at a very
unimaginable rate. He plans on staying just like that, but a quick beeping
sound coming from his laptop suddenly grabs his attention.
He sits up straight and taps on the laptop's mousepad to get it out of its
stand-by mode. It immediately lights up, his online chatting app emerging on
the center of the screen, asking for a permission to accept an ongoing video
call request.
"... What does she want this time." An irked greenhead mumbles, but still
clicks on the 'Accept' button anyway.
Rolling his eyes, Rohan speaks in a very uninterested tone. "What did you call
for?"
"Ehhh. You're being rude, Rohan-chan. Is this how you're going to greet your
Onee-san after such a long time?" With a pout, a beautiful pink-haired girl on
the screen answers.
"Quit referring to yourself as my big sister. We're just childhood friends is
all, Reimi-san." The mangaka scoffs, clearly annoyed about the other.
"But like, I took care of you when you were a baby full of snot everyday! I'm
years older than you, you know. I'm more of a caring elder sis than a childhood
friend." Sugimoto Reimi replies, seemingly proud of what her role is in Rohan's
life.
What she said is a fact. They were neighbors, and Reimi used to babysit little
Rohan almost every time considering how preoccupied Rohan's parents are at
their jobs. Currently working in a different prefecture, she hasn't had the
time to visit Morioh lately. But as she evidently takes a huge concern towards
the boy, her checking up on him remains one of her constant responsibilities.
"Sure, whatever you say." The greenhead sighs, placing his elbow on top of the
desk as his chin rests on his palm.
Reimi, being overly familiar with everything that revolves the greenhead,
raises an eyebrow. "What did you do this time, Rohan-chan?" She asks with a
hint of worry.
It amazes Rohan every time Reimi reads him all too well. That is obviously the
product of having to grow up with each other, which includes both of them being
familiar with their traits and whatnot.
Knowing that he cannot escape the suspicion arising from the other and that,
she will be forcing him to spill all the beans out if he will not comply until
he gives in, Rohan grits his teeth out of defeat.
"I don't know what to tell you, honestly speaking." The greenhead answers, his
eyes looking elsewhere.
Rohan himself hasn’t discerned the events that took place yet even with a whole
week already passing by, and clearly, that is more than enough of a time to
figure out all the questions regarding what occurred during that day.
I might as well tell her.He tells himself as he remembers how the things that
happened begin to disrupt even his work. Reimi might be able to give him some
sort of advice, and he is well-aware of how the said woman can be fully
trusted.
"A few months ago, I met a middle school boy who has the potential to become a
reference to my works and I had him model for me." The mangaka says with such
seriousness.
Reimi keeps silent, letting the other tell the situation as a whole before
trying to say anything.
"I wouldn't really tell all the details, as I want this to be a brief
discussion. Anyway, he kept coming over here and things ended up with me giving
him a blowjob." As if it were a completely ordinary thing, Rohan utters
nonchalantly.
Reimi's plan on staying quiet until the greenhead finishes his story quickly
fails. She yelps, her eyes widening as she brings her face awfully close to the
camera.
"WHAT?! Wait, wait, wait, wait. WHAT?!" She jolts, unable to find the words to
say. "What do you mean by that?! Tell me everything in a chronological
order!!!"
Rohan rolls his eyes. "This is why I prefer not saying anything to you at all.
But since I'm the type of person whose conviction is to finish whatever he has
started, I'll comply."
Reimi furrows his eyebrows, getting impatient to hear the story already. "Jeez,
you said you wanted to keep this a brief discussion, didn't you? So just cut
right to the chase!"
The greenhead becomes annoyed with how demanding Reimi is being, resulting to
him frowning before he finally explains it.
"I met him back in our school festival. He has a really unique, manly physique
than most boys which is why I felt the urge to make him a reference. It wasn't
in my plan to make him come over here on a frequent basis all for the sake of
sketching him. I know you're aware of the fact that I dislike people who I'm
not familiar with to step a foot in this house. But since a teacher caught us
using a supposed-to-be off-limit classroom, he lectured me about it, which is
why I ended up making him come over here instead." Rohan states seriously, his
eyes directly onto the camera.
Rohan continues. "Truthfully, he is nothing but a money-grubbing idiot. If it
weren't for me offering him a small amount of pay for every session, I am
certain he would've declined. He has this hair that makes him look... dumb, you
know? Not that I actually told him that myself, because apparently back when I
happened to see him with his friends in a cafe, he beat up some seniors and I
overheard one of his friends say that it's all because they insulted his hair
which made him flip like that. Honestly, he is more than a handful, exaggerated
fool."
"That's because it's obviously wrong to judge other people's appearances,
Rohan-chan. Even if you find his hair unflattering, you have to be discreet
about it!" The pink-haired couldn't help but comment, sympathizing with their
subject.
Rohan scoffs. "Even so... Well. Anyway." He leans his back against his office
chair and he crosses his arms together.
"Now because of the whole modeling thing, it had become inevitable for both of
us to get familiar with each other all throughout these months. Strangely
enough, I don't find him bothersome at all. Though he is an immature moron most
of the time, I didn't find it vexatious and instead got the hang of it along
the way."
"....."
Ehhh, so even Rohan-chan can sound so fond of other people. ~
Reimi notices a form of earnestness in Rohan's voice, which is a rarity. One
can never sense anything from Rohan's voice other than his pride, arrogance,
and elitism. This time, however, is something Reimi has never witnessed before.
Clearly, there is something going on between Rohan and the middle school boy,
she reckons.
Rohan reaches for one of the sketchbooks piled up on his desk. He flips it open
to a certain page.
"This is pretty much how he looks like." Rohan shows the said page to the
camera, making sure that the other is able see it properly.
Seemingly in awe of what has been shown to her, Reimi wears an astonished
expression. "Now I can fully understand why he has peaked your interests,
Rohan-chan..."
Rohan grins. "He isn't THAT attractive, you know. My skills just made him look
presentable." He arrogantly replies, showing how high his pride is.
However, his haughty expression immediately fades as he moves the sketchpad out
of the camera's way and instead brings it to lay on top of his desk. He
then intently gazes at it, as if reminiscing about something. 
"I have more sketches of his poses here and there, but this one is my
favorite." He gently speaks, eyes locked on to the sketchpad.
"I like it too, Rohan-chan. But why does his pose seem awkward in that
particular sketch? Not that I find it ugly or something." Reimi asks,
perplexed.
Hearing the question suddenly made Rohan snort. "Right?! You see, this is my
first sketch of him, which explains why his pose is so stiff and awkward. Back
then, I told him I would never draw his face, though I eventually began to
within the following sessions. He got offended, obviously. After I sketched
only his body, I showed it to him since he wouldn't come to believe that I
finished in a jiffy. He was undoubtedly amazed by it, he even complimented me."
The greenhead then breaks into a smile which has taken Reimi aback.
"Then when he left, I immediately drew his face as how I remembered it a few
moments earlier, even though I told him I wouldn't draw his face at all."
Remembering about it has made Rohan feel nostalgic. His first session with
Josuke was quite a mess at first, as because the pompadoured male kept on
complaining about it before he actually got him to pose still. The greenhead
remembers how troublesome it was for him, and that Josuke made him feel nothing
but annoyance. However, the younger male definitely redeemed himself when he
praised his art.
 

"Man, you're actually pretty amazing!"
"What do you expect? I'm The Great Kishibe Rohan!"
"I would love to see more of your works. You're just simply great indeed, you
know? In just a few minutes or so and then thereー All finished!!"
 
It was that point in his life where he never would have thought hearing a
compliment from a mere middle schooler could make him terribly flattered. He
remembers how he became flustered back then, and only did Josuke make him feel
that way.
Realizing how much he has zoned out due to being engrossed with the sketch, he
turns his gaze to the screen in order to check out on the pink-haired lady.
Reimi gives the greenhead a smile. "You seem to like him a lot, Rohan-chan."

Rohan grunts, clearly uncomfortable with the said comment. However, he didn't
get mad, but rather, he nods.

Because he agrees.

"Precisely. Otherwise, I would have not even bothered sucking him off that
day... Although it was an impulse on my part."
Reimi immediately releases a sudden yelp due to shock. "R-RIGHT, ROHAN-CHAN!
TELL ME MORE ABOUT THAT THING!"
Shades of red begin to stain both of Rohan's cheeks. "Apparently when I invited
him for a pizza delivery dinner and went downstairs to prepare everything, he
snooped around my shelves and happened to see the ero manga I made before. As I
went back upstairs to call him out, he got an... erection, all because of my
ero manga."
Rohan stops to cough away the embarrassment before he continues. "This is the
part where I get incredibly confused of myself, Reimi-san. As soon as my gaze
landed on that hideous bulge, I immediately got curious... Too curious.And
bothered. The next thing I knew is that..."
Rohan huffs, clearly preferring not to say it at all, but is left with no other
choice other than to mention it.
"I forced my way into him and offered to help him ease it. It was this
inquisitiveness within me that made me want to do something. At first, I found
it as a brand new reference of some sort. You know how much I'd go through any
lengths just to create a perfect doujinshi, and someday, a full-fledged manga.
However, I got too carried away, and so did he. As it went by further, I
completely forgot the whole reference subject already and got myself... too
into it. I probably scared him off right afterwards and he never came back
again."
Now that he thinks about it, he had been too persuasive at that time, and
Josuke, being the oblivious teen he is, couldn't think of anything to escape
the escalated situation. Rohan concedes the fact that it was him who is the
rightful person to blame. It wasn't that poor boy, he reckons.
And again, this is the first time Rohan felt terrible and guilty of himself.
From day one, Rohan had already been attracted to Josuke unknowingly. Though of
course, it only became pellucid at this very moment. Back then, he didn't
really know how to describe it, and he was baffled as to why at some point, he
began looking forward to exchanging conversations with the pompadoured teen
already. Josuke is supposed to be nothing but a headache yet someone he cannot
discard because he makes use of him, but for some reason, there's something
more to the younger male than just that.
All of these could only lead to one thing. The way he begins fishing for
Josuke's compliments in regards to his works, the way he found the pompadoured
male an attractive person even in the first day he laid his eyes on him, the
way he still can remember all the favorite things Josuke said that he truly
likes despite being forgetful at things other than his career as an artist, the
way he started to look forward to their sessions each week, the way Josuke
shyly averts his gaze every time Rohan catches him staring in the middle of his
posing, the way he liked it when he tasted Josuke and Josuke needed more of
it... Just the fact that Josuke is there.
That explains everything.
He likes him that way. Not how he acknowledges other fellow mangaka(s), not how
he merely appreciates him as a boy with potential, and not how he sees him as
an acquaintance and nothing more than that. How one can tell if a storyteller
is preeminent or not is by observing whether they can convey the many different
emotions and feelings of their characters or not, and that caused Rohan years
of research in order to precisely define it. It made him learn about the
concept of romantic love, but never once has he ever experienced it for
himself.
And now, Rohan knows very well that what he currently feels about Josuke is
that sort of thing. Probably not as deep as how he had understood it, but is
certainly close to that. He is obviously lovesick, given the fact that he has
lacked all the energy and impetus to do things he has to do because the
pompadoured teen dominated his mind.
However, the greenhead is aware of the fact that this cannot continue to go on
due to various reasons. First, it finally has gotten to the point where it
disturbs his job. Second, he knows he isn't the type of person to fancy such
feelings, and that he only finds it nothing but troublesome and preoccupying.
Third, the result of these sprouting feelings is already affirmative: He can't
look at Josuke that way any further.
Josuke is still in middle school, and to think he attacked a young boy who is
nescient and innocent is morally wrong in all angles. It's kind of ironic to
think of it that way though, as Rohan himself is still not even at least 18.
But he is almost there, just one year more and he will most likely get closer
into being an adult. Josuke, on the other hand, is still 15. It wouldn't be
till next school year until he finally gets into high school. If there's anyone
between them who is mature enough to think of a decision, it's obviously Rohan
Kishibe.
But it's already pointless to be taking measures now. Josuke hasn't come back,
not even once, into his house anymore. A whole week with no Josuke ringing the
doorbell, a whole week with no Josuke posing at the center of his workplace.
Nothing.
And that is the conclusion.
"Rohan-chan." Reimi calls, snapping Rohan out of his daze.
"Those are basically every single detail, Reimi-san. As for the whole 'jumping
on him' thing, I don't really know why I suddenly did it." Rohan answers,
perplexed.
"Isn't it because you like himthat way which is why you wanted to do that kind
of intimate thing with him, Rohan-chan?" The pink-haired replies earnestly, as
if trying to make Rohan realize.
"...." The answer he got undoubtedly hit Rohan. That's the only possible reason
why he actually forced himself onto Josuke like that. Reference? Who is he even
kidding? That is such a poor excuse, now that he thinks about it.
Rohan never knew he has that kind of personality in him. The one who becomes
all too hasty and persuasive towards the person he likes.
"How come you know these things, Reimi-san?" The greenhead asks, a hint of
jealousy within his tone. It disappoints him to think that there are a lot more
things he doesn't know in this world.
Reimi giggles. "Because that's what being an adult means, Rohan-chan."
Of course it's that. Why did I even ask?
Rohan sighs and he rubs one of his temples. "Why must my heart make such
conflicting, perturbing emotions?" He complains in a murmur, clearly dismayed
of himself for feeling that way.
"Rohan-chan, love isn't made you know."
"?"
"It's grown."
Yet another thing Rohan doesn't understand quite well at first, sounding like
one of those 'adult' things again. However, the greenhead finally grasps the
idea after repeating what Reimi just said inside his head.

She's basically saying I didn't choose to make these feelings, but instead, it
grew within me, huh.
So it isn't only our familiarity with each other that grew, but my feelings as
well.
Makes sense. 

"Now what will you do, Rohan-chan?" Reimi modestly asks, wanting to find out
what the other's next course of action will be.
Even though he knows it's all over and that, Josuke will never come over
anymore, Rohan still wants to tell Josuke to forget what he had done to him
that time. He wouldn't apologize, because he thinks it isn't his fault at all.
He didn't know what has gotten into his mind at that moment either, and if it
wasn't for Josuke having that goddamn erection, he wouldn't have resorted to
that. But really, those are just pathetic excuses. He's just prideful enough to
not apologize, is all. However, he does want to tell Josuke and make it clear
that what happened has no other meaning whatsoever, and that he should forget
it because obviously, there's no way Josuke has forgotten about it, just like
how it is for him.
Even if it meant lying and say there's no meaning behind it, Rohan still wants
to tell Josuke to not remember any of it anymore.
That's the least he could do to take back the mistakes he committed.
"I guess I'll... see him when I'm not that so emotional." The greenhead tells
Reimi his profound answer with a hint of dejection.
The pink-haired lady just gives him a modest smile. "That might be the best
idea for now, Rohan-chan. But don't do things you will regret afterwards,
alright?"
Rohan grits his teeth.
There's no way that's possible.
"Oh, I have to go now! Gotta get ready for my shift. I never knew this would be
a long discussion, I kinda thought it would be just like always where I do a
quick check on you. If you want more counseling, just message me anytime. I'll
always listen to you, Rohan-chan. Take care!"
"Mhm."
And with that, the chat window disconnects.
After staring blankly at his desktop for a few seconds, Rohan sighs and flips
the laptop close. He leans against his office chair and rubs his temples,
trying to ease the headache from all the complicated thinking.
"Things you wouldn't regret, huh." The greenhead murmurs to himself silently.
 
I wish.
 

The sound of doorbell out of nowhere quickly grabbed Rohan's attention. He
shrugs, annoyed of who it is that dares to bother him when he is in such a
state.
He stands up from his office chair and descends downstairs. He unlocks the
front door and opens it. Who he witnessed made his chest sink, as it is a
presence who he didn't anticipate.
"H-Higashikata Josuke."
There he is. The tall, bulky middle school student, standing in his porch with
flushed cheeks. His pompadour is still as sharp as ever, and he still looks as
radiating as usual.
"Y-Yo." The pompadoured male greets informally, eyes cast on the floor.
Rohan could feel his heart beat so harshly, he feels like it would burst out of
his chest any minute now.
Why is he here now of all times?!
Fate is indeed a funny thing. You'll never know what its tricks are, and in the
end you're only left to suffer from whatever it does to you.
Rohan already closed the case and concluded that Josuke will not be coming
anymore. Yet, there he is, standing right in front of him in his porch.

"What brought you here?" The greenhead asks, trying his hardest to sound as
normal as possible.
"..." Josuke clutches on his school bag tight before he finally turns his gaze
directly towards Rohan's eyes.
"I want to apologize... For what happened the last time." The younger male
speaks seriously, a sight Rohan had never witnessed before. That guy was always
nonchalant and free, even irksomely noisy at most times. To see him look so
serious took Rohan aback.
However, hearing that statement made Rohan feel guilty even more. He knows the
other doesn't have to apologize at all, he knows he was the one who initiated
everything, yet there he is, apologizing for something he didn't do.
"Josuke." The pompadoured male's eyes widened upon hearing Kishibe Rohan call
him with his first name.
"Y-Yeah."
"You don't have to apologize for anything." The greenhead says
straightforwardly.
"What do you mean by that? I... made you do such a thing to me. And I even...
c-c.. you know... On your face." He shyly replies, unable to mention the
embarrassing term.
Rohan sighs, thinking of how oblivious this Higashikata Josuke really is.
"It wasn't you. I was the one who initiated it, didn't I? Quit covering for
me."
"N-No, it wasn't all your fault. If it weren't for me snooping around and all,
I wouldn't haveー"
"You don't have to put it that way. It's not like you intended for it to
happen."
"But still..."
"Josuke. It's enough already. It's all on me. My curiosity just went berserk, I
didn't even think of what I was doing to you, so will you please forget about
everything that happened?" The greenhead looks away as he clutches on the door
frame tighter.
Upon hearing such a thing, Josuke's eyebrows furrow together and he grits his
teeth.
"Forget everything? But Rohan-sensei, I couldn't possibly do that! Why would
you decide things for me?!" Evidently furious, Josuke retorts.
"That's what should be done. I know you're not dumb, I know you know how wrong
it was. Then again it's all on me, so you don't have to feel bad about
anything. You don't... need to come here anymore either." Rohan answers,
attempting to sound as unaffected as he could.
What he said fueled the fire more, making Josuke even angrier. "Why would you
end things this way?! You... You choose to cut me off just when you finally get
to call me more by my first name!"
Ah. This boy is truly such a handful.
Rohan bites his lower lip, desperate to hold back the tears from escaping his
eyes. It isn't like him at all, crying is never an emotion Rohan is capable of
showing until now. He had no idea Josuke's words would strike him to that
extent, he had no idea breaking off things could be that painful.
And seeing the other look so frustrated made Rohan too dejected inside.
Still, it's for the best.
"Let's just forget, everything said, and everything we did." The greenhead says
softly, his voice cracking at some point.
The pompadoured male is too shocked to even move. His grip on his bag loosens,
causing it to fall to the ground. He looks painfully confounded, the only thing
he could do is stand there and look at Rohan with such flummox.
It's the only opportunity for Rohan to exit before he could show Josuke how
vulnerable he is at that very moment. With that, he closes the door on Josuke,
leaving the pompadoured male standing in the front porch.
Everything that occured was unbearably too fast for Josuke to register. He
stands still, trying to get exactly an idea of what just happened. It isn't the
outcome he expected for his visit.

"You... Didn't you even think of how much pondering I did for a whole week?"
The pompadoured male mutters, his lips shaking due to the heaviness of the
situation he's in.
Goddamn it.
Josuke brings his hand to his face, covering the entire thing as he sniffed,
trying his very best to refrain himself from crying. He stays still just like
that, and not too long after, he crouches to get his school bag and slowly
walks away from Rohan's home.
 
 
 
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The bell rings, indicating that school is finally over for the day. The
students are preparing to leave the classroom, packing up their things
properly.
The short blonde, on the other hand, stays still on his seat as he looks at his
pompadoured friend from afar, as their seats are not close to each other.
He stands up and approaches his other friend who is putting all of his
notebooks inside his school bag.
"Somethings wrong with Josuke, Okuyasu-san!" The short blonde worriedly
whispers to the said boy.
Okuyasu stops what he is doing and instead brings his thumb to his lips,
beginning to nip on his nail. "Yeah, I noticed... He's all too gloomy for about
three days now, I can't even bring him to the arcades with me!"
"I wanna ask him about it. Who knows, we might help! But I've never seem him
like this before, and he kinda gives off the vibe that says he wants to be
alone..."
"Exactly! Never seen Josuke in this state before. 'Dunno really, but we should
try. We're his friends after all."
"Absolutely! But Okuyasu-san, I can't stay after school, I already made
appointments with Yukako, she's going to tutor me English... Can I leave this
up to you?" Koichi requests as he lightly claps his hand together, asking for a
favor.
"Tch. Must be lucky to have a girlfriend for a tutor." The jealous Okuyasu
utters, making Koichi chuckle.
"Come on, Okuyasu-san. You know that isn't the case."
"Yeah, yeah. Leave this up to me!"
And with that, Koichi hurriedly arranges his stuff and takes off.
A few more students are inside the classroom, and that includes Higashikata
Josuke. Okuyasu approaches the said male and lightly pats his shoulder, making
Josuke's hands stop putting his things inside his school bag.
"..." The pompadoured male just silently stares at the other, his expression
completely bleak and tired.
Woah, he looks worse than I thought he would be!
"Y-Yo, Josuke! 'Ya haven't been hanging with us lately, 'something happened?"
Okuyasu asks, attempting to sound as cheerful as possible.
"... Nothing. I'm fine, really. No big deal." Josuke mutters, his voice
opposite to what he claims he is.
Okuyasu sighs, leaning his back against the glass window. "Y'know Josuke, you
can never lie to your friends. Koichi and I can read you right now like an open
book! You're definitely not as quiet as this."
Josuke, being guilty of what Okuyasu said, casts his gaze on the floor. "It's
just too personal for me to say it to anybody. Besides, it's my own problem."
"Josuke..." Completely devastated of how distant his best friend has become,
Okuyasu becomes even more alarmed of what really has happened to Josuke. The
fact that his friend looks as defeated as this makes him all the more motivated
to help him out of whatever his misery is.
Out of nowhere, Okuyasu wraps his arm around Josuke's neck, locking the other
securely.
"ー?!"
"What's the thing you really want to do the most at this very moment, Josuke?"
Okuyasu asks with such seriousness, leaving the pompadoured male confused.
"What do you meaー"
"I won't ask for the details! Just let me help you in whatever you want to do
to fix your own problem, I promise I wouldn't ask anything!" With all sense of
respect and resolution just for his friend, Okuyasu reassures.
"Okuyasu..." The pompadoured male utters softly, completely dumbfounded of how
Okuyasu is very determined to snap him out of it.
Most of the time, people refer to Okuyasu as nothing but a dunderhead. He is
completely dunce and hyperactive, and just like his friend, he loves money with
all his heart. Still, despite those qualities, if there's anything that makes
Okuyasu a better person more than anybody else, it's how he truly cares for the
people important to him and would never trade them for anything in this world.
He could sense how serious Josuke's problem is, and if he says it's too
personal then so be it. He doesn't have to know, but that doesn't mean he is
incapable of lending a hand anymore. It's always possible to do that even
without knowing all the details. As long as he supports Josuke in any way he
can, then everything is alright for him. It's better than just silently looking
at his suffering friend without being able to do anything.
Josuke stays silent for a while, Okuyasu's arm still locking around his neck.
He then silently nods, finally coming to a conclusion.
"I want to go to Morioh High. I have to find Kishibe-san and tell him something
important before I come to regret things. Can you come with me?" The
pompadoured teen softly mumbles earnestly.
Feeling all glad about the outcome, Okuyasu releases Josuke and flashes a
wholesome smile. "Of course! What are we waiting for, let's go!"
Josuke feels like crying, overwhelmed of how fortunate he is to have Okuyasu as
a friend. He is truly a blessing to this world. Josuke is pleased with how his
friend would do anything just to help him out. He appreciates the thought and
respect Okuyasu gave him, and there's no way he would waste the hand Okuyasu
extended to him.
Nodding with a face that silently says he appreciates it a lot, Josuke
immediately hurries packing his things.
After everything is all set, Okuyasu and Josuke finally goes to their
destination by feet.
 
 
 
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"We're dumb."
"I couldn't agree more.."
"We're finally here, but how the hell would we find that dude?! We don't know
what his section is, Josuke!" Okuyasu exclaims as he stares at the school
building ahead of him.
Josuke sighs out of frustration, completely agreeing with what the other just
said. He did say he wants to see Rohan in his school out of impulse, and
necessary details specifically what his section is didn't cross Josuke's mind
at all.
Considering that they're already standing right in front of the school grounds,
they know they can't back down anymore. The effort of going there as quick as
they could would just be wasted if they leave because of that. Both of them
knew that, and so Okuyasu and Josuke look at each other's eyes full of
resolution, nodding their head at the same time as they came with a mutual
decision.
They walk past the school gates with ease. During dismissal period, the school
premises are packed with students wanting to leave the establishment, and so
they could go in easily without being scolded by some teacher for trespassing,
as non-students aren't allowed to set a foot without permission.
Josuke managed to get inside all the time before though, having to see Rohan
inside an empty clubroom as he poses for the said boy. However, they were
caught anyway, so it's still best to be cautious about it.
Both of them succeeded on going inside, now finally standing in the first
floor's hallway.
"Oi Josuke, I'm pretty sure the second year hallway is somwhere upstairs. Wanna
go there?" Okuyasu asks in a whispering manner.
"It's most likely there, we did visit Jotaro-san's booth. But I remember
passing by the Art Club when we visited here during the festival. Y'know, when
Jotaro-san and I had to... run away from a group of crazy fangirls. I kinda
forgot where his classroom is as well because I didn't get to stay long
since... The girls..." Just the thought of the horrible memory has made Josuke
shudder, but that wasn't exactly something he would call a bad experience
either.
After all, that's how he met Kishibe Rohan.
"The location is still pretty clear to me, it's just one floor above us.
Kishibe-san draws, so I think it's not a bad idea to check if he is part of the
club. If not, then we can check the second year classrooms one by one
afterwards." The pompadoured teen suggests directly.
"Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea. Let's go!" Okuyasu agrees and starts
walking snappily towards the nearby staircase, with Josuke immediately
following him behind.
As soon as they arrived upstairs, Josuke begins looking around to find the said
club's signage. He immediately spots it just like where he remembered it to be
and starts leading the way. Okuyasu follows, and when they stopped in front of
the door, they nod at each other again before knocking.
Not too long after, a high school boy slides the door open for them. "Oh, and
who might you little fellas be?" He asks with a playful smile on his face as
soon as he spots their gakuran. 
"W-We're not little! We're entering this school next school year!" Okuyasu
exclaims, slightly irked about the said remark.
"It's fine, Okuyasu!" Josuke mutters softly, clearly embarrassed of how
childish Okuyasu retorted.
Okuyasu complies with a sigh. Josuke turns to the high school boy's direction
and flashes an awkward smile.
"W-We're just wondering if you guys have a club member named... Kishibe Rohan?"
Josuke asks politely, rubbing the back of his head.
The high school boy shakes his head. "It's really a disappointment to not have
Kishibe-kun join our club. He's ultimately talented! It would have been a great
asset to have him in our club, but no matter how hard we try to recruit him, he
never accepts." He answers, dissatisfied.
Josuke and Okuyasu looks at each other and sighs, feeling frustrated of the
outcome.
"I see... That's really too bad." Josuke answers dejectedly. "But um, do you,
by any chance, know what section he is in?"
The high school boy shakes his head again. "Not at all, I don't. I'm one year
older than him, you see. But hold on, I can ask some of my friends in another
club. I'm the only one who's here right now since we don't have any club
sessions in this day, and as the club president, I still have to check the
clubroom on a daily basis. Come inside and wait, alright?" He replies
courteously, willing to help the younger kids out for whatever reason it is.
"Thank you so much!!" Both middle school boys happily gives their gratitude
with a high-spirited bow.
The high school boy chuckles upon seeing how energetic the two young males are.
"You're both welcome! You seem to really need something from Kishibe-kun, and I
couldn't help but want to help you guys out. I'll try to be quick, so you can
just sit still anywhere inside."
The club president then leaves, leaving the two relieved middle school students
inside the clubroom.
"Man, isn't he a kind senpai?" Okuyasu compliments.
Josuke nods, completely agreeing with the other. "Exactly! Now we wouldn't have
to take more time in checking each classrooms and asking more people for him."
Like what the club president said, they just sit still, but of course, it
didn't last long because of their inquisitiveness. They leave their seats and
start looking around the clubroom, obviously interested with the place.
Okuyasu looks at some portraits hanging on the wall with awe. "Yo, these guys
are pretty good."
Josuke, on the other hand, begins checking the miniature statues in display.
"Yeah, it's nowhere near the level of the art kids in our school."
They snoop around, totally engrossed with the displays all over the room. As
Okuyasu proceeded to the other side of the room, he notices a huge box that has
a label which says 'Donation Box' on it.
Curious as to what it is, he calls on Josuke to check it out with him. "Josuke,
come here for a sec. Check this gigantic box out."
Josuke complies, proceeding to where Okuyasu is standing. "Donation Box? What
for, though? Art materials, probably?"
Okuyasu shrugs. "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Might as well open it."
Not even with a tiny hint of reluctance, Josuke nods. Okuyasu removes the cover
and takes a peek inside. Josuke does the same thing, and they look at each
other upon knowing what are inside.
"Ehhh. Just some paintings." Josuke rummages on the said art pieces cautiously,
noticing that most of them have labels stuck on their backs, specifically
stating names of presumably those who created it with their year and sections
written as well. The pompadoured teen grabs one, chuckling as soon as he sees
the image clearly.
Okuyasu, wondering why his friend suddenly did so, looks at the painting in
Josuke's hand. He, as well, cracks a laugh.
"W-What the hell is that! It looks too ugly, I tell you! Is that an elephant? A
hippo? I can't even tell!" Okuyasu criticizes as he continues laughing.
"Right? I don't get it either, I think I could paint better than this dude."
Josuke says, his chuckling not ceasing at all.
They look at some other paintings and begin to notice how majority of them look
mediocre, unlike the paintings hanging on the walls of the clubroom. Some are
so-so, and there are ones that are presentable as well.
Josuke and Okuyasu continues criticizing the paintings, laughing and getting
awed interchangeably. As Josuke grabbed another painting, both he and Okuyasu
stay still, completely taken aback with the said painting.
"H-Hey, that looks completely different from the rest." Okuyasu says,
astonished of what he has witnessed.
"Y-Yeah. It's even better than those hanging on the wall." Josuke backs the
statement up, purple eyes shining wide as Okuyasu's.

Something about the painting took both of the boys' breaths. The colors
harmonized aesthetically, they were truly made to complement each other. How
the fulgent stars looked so real, their light casting upon the ocean. The
horizon has been painted as if it was stitched with silver line. The said body
of water is dreamy, as if it is the master of its own. An invisible humming
seems to exist due to how the waves were drawn, synchronized. What really
stands out is the image of the sea creatures, two delicate dolphins in the
middle of the said sea, their gaze up above where the source of light is, as if
silently putting their hopes to it and together, they'll swim to reach what it
is that's above. It's full of emotions, defeating all other art pieces that
previously dominated the clubroom.

"IT'S BEAUTIFUL, JOSUKE!!!" Okuyasu yells out of astonishment, eyes evidently
teary.
"I never saw anything like this! Shouldn't this be somewhere in, what did that
guy call it again... Louvre Museum or something?" Josuke desperately thinks of
the term, wanting to remember it right.
"Lover?" The other boy repeats as he raises an eyebrow, confused as to what
Josuke is referring to.
The sliding door suddenly opens, catching both boys' attentions.
"Oh, you're looking at the donations." The club president points out as soon as
he sees the two young males.
"We're sorry for touching without any permission, senpai. We were just too
curious, is all." Josuke apologizes, hoping that it didn't anger the one who
helped them.
The club president giggles. "Oh no, not at all! As long as you didn't damage
anything then feel free to look at them."
He approaches the boys and points a finger to the box. "Those aren't from the
art club. They're from students who aren't part of the club, but just want to
submit their works and showcase them in case we hold an exhibit here in school,
sometimes at conventions. It's really disappointing though since not much
people really visit our exhibits, and we couldn't really let those pile up
here, so after each exhibit, with the permission of the artists of course, we
either give them to those who want it or maybe sell it and give the profit to
their respective makers."
"That explains why the other paintings look funny." Okuyasu mumbles
insensitively, making Josuke glare at him as he considers how a member of the
club is right in front of them, the club president on top of that.
The high school boy hears the remark, but he just chuckles. His eyes then spot
Josuke's hands which are currently holding one of the paintings.
"Ah, that." He points to Josuke's direction, pertaining to the said object.
"The people who submit their works always put labels at the back of their
paintings to give credits to themselves. However, that certain painting doesn't
have any label at all. It's intentionally left that way."
Josuke raises an eyebrow. "How could you tell it's intentional? What if they
just forgot to label it?" He asks, curious as to why.
The club president smiles. "The same artist left a painting last year as well.
It stayed with us for a whole year without nobody claiming it, so we gave it to
somebody who loves it a lot. We never knew who it is, even until now. It seems
as if he snuck inside the clubroom to drop that off at a timing where none of
us are inside. The same thing probably happened with that current painting,
too. No one knows who he is, even when we tried to investigate about it. It's a
mystery, really. The only thing we know is their pen name."
"Pen name?" Okuyasu and Josuke questions.
"See that signature on the bottom right?"
Josuke looks for it and spots it in an instant. He reads aloud carefully.
"Hierophant... Green."
"Mhm. That's the only thing we know about the mysterious artist. It's such a
waste though, he would have been a great asset to this club." The club
president mutters with a hint of disappointment.
Why does this guy always keep on talking about assets?!
"Do you like it?" The club president asks the pompadoured teen.
The young male instantly nods. "I guess, my mom likes this sort of thing."
"Then you can have it!"
"Eh?"
The club president taps his back as he flashes a smile. "We already featured
that in a convention a few days ago. Although widely liked by the spectators,
none of them really took the initiative to buy or get it. I bet that painting
would stay untouched for a whole year and it'll just get stuck in here like
what happened to the previous one, so it's better if someone who appreciates it
takes it with them."
It's not that Josuke is fond of paintings, but he does find the painting
stunning. The fact that it's a giant mystery urges him even more. He knows his
mother will like it too, Tomoko might even hang it somewhere in the living
room. It's all there is to it, and he finds nothing wrong with taking it home.
"Sure thing then, senpai. Mom will really like this!" Josuke easily accepts
with a smile.
The high school male moves away as he grabs something from one of the cabinets.
"This is a protective bag case for canvases and frames made out of non-woven
fabric. Put the painting here so you wouldn't have a hard time carrying it."
"Thanks!" Josuke appreciatively answers as he did what he is told to do.
"That's no fair though! Why'd 'ya not offer it to me?" Okuyasu enviously
exclaims as he glares at the upperclassman.
"It's for his mom though.." The older male answers nervously.
"Yep. My mom." Josuke repeats.
"T-Tomoko-san..." Okuyasu murmurs, his cheeks flushing because of the thought.
"I guess it's fine then!"
"You're so easy to read, Bakayasu!" The pompadoured male teases with a grin.
Annoyed, the other insults back. "Shut up, Ahousuke!"
Upon witnessing the commotion, the club president laughs. "You are both so
lively! I wonder how Kishibe-san is involved with such boys like you two."

"WE ALMOST FORGOT!!!!" Josuke and Okuyasu anxiously utter together.
"I got the information. He's from class 2-C. The second year hallway is right
above this floor. School was over for a while now, so you should hurry up. You
can probably still catch him since I noticed how much Kishibe-kun loiters
around the school premises every Monday. I'm not sure though, but you can go on
and figure it out." The older male informs thoroughly.
"We have to get going, Josuke!" Okuyasu insists.
"Yeah." Josuke nods. "Senpai, thank you so much for helping us out. We really
appreciate it. We would love to stay and hang out more, but we have to go
ahead."
Josuke and Okuyasu bow as a form of respect, making the upperclassman smile.
"Take care, you two!"
Without a haste, they leave the clubroom and proceed to ascend upstairs.
 
As they arrived, Josuke immediately glances around, finding where 2-C's
classroom is.
"2-C... 2-C..." The pompadoured male mumbles as he intently checks each and
every door, Okuyasu doing the same as well.

As they reached somewhere in the middle of the hallway, Josuke's eyes light up
upon finding what they seek for. "2ーThere it is." He utters, stopping Okuyasu's
footsteps.
They approach the said classrom in order to sneak a peek at the glass window
through the door.
Upon doing so, Josuke's heart skips a beat. His own purple eyes catch the image
of a lone Kishibe Rohan, seated somewhere at the back of the empty classroom
calmly, his gaze concentrating out the window.
"You know what to do, Josuke. Kinda wanna go ahead and grab a hamburger by
myself." Okuyasu whispers, tone as if giving the other willpower. He leans
against the wall as he nods his head towards the door's direction, silently
signaling the other to go by himself instead.
Josuke gulps, nervous of the given situation. It had been a few days since the
mangaka shunned him, and truthfully saying, the rejection is closer to what one
would say a 'trauma' in the pompadoured teen's perspective. To see Rohan just
like that has made him feel anxious, but at the same time, he knows that it is
the moment he had been waiting for.
He turns to Okuyasu and gives him a light nod. "Thanks, buddy. You don't know
how much I appreciate it."
Okuyasu flashes a wide grin. "Don't waste my effort though, hope the bummed
Ahousuke is gone tomorrow!" And with that, Okuyasu waves to Josuke and starts
walking away from the said classroom.
Josuke follows Okuyasu's back with his eyes, thinking about how lucky he is to
have someone like him and Koichi as friends. He promises to himself that he
would let them know what actually is bothering him at the moment, but he would
do so at the right time instead.
He clenches one of his fists, wanting to get a grip of himself and transform
the anxiety inside him to something positive. He reverts his gaze back to the
glass window, landing his eyes back on Rohan again.
Such a view made Josuke feel like Rohan is something straight out of a picture
book. The setting sun's light glimmers the whole room, painting Rohan with an
array of pink, yellow, and orange shades, matched with the older male's solemn
gaze outside, as if lost in a deep thought.
It is yet another brand new expression Josuke has never seen before, and to
have seen Rohan in such a state made Josuke's heart thump faster, feeling
overwhelmed of how one person can look so... beautiful.
His clutch on the painting's bag case tightens as he musters all of his courage
to slide open the door separating him from the person he wants to see the most.
After taking up a few moments or so, he exhales heavily and finally does the
deed of sliding the door, clearly snapping the greenhead out of his solemn
state.
Kishibe Rohan turns his head to the direction of the door. Evidently, the
pompadoured male's presence has taken him aback that he immediately stands from
his seat, accidentally knocking the chair down.
The loud thud of the said seat didn't seem to bother any of them. Instead, they
take a moment to look at each other, both with indescribable feelings waiting
to get out of their chests.
As soon as he notices how moronic he must be looking like due to how
dumbfounded his stare is, Rohan coughs the awkwardness away.
"Higashikata. What brings you here?" Rohan utters, asking with his default cold
demeanor.
Josuke closes the sliding door behind him. "I want to clear things up. It was
too vague that time, and it happened one-sidedly." He says, eyes cast on the
floor.
"What are you talking about? That's basically it." Stoically, Rohan answers.
"Butー"
The greenhead cuts off the other. "And what you said about it being one-sided
is clearly nonsense. Isn't it what you really wanted in the first place?"
Upon hearing such a thing, Josuke becomes enraged. He grits his teeth and
stomps quickly to where Rohan is standing, dropping his school bag and the
painting on the floor. He immediately clutches Rohan's arms forcefully,
trapping the other out of nowhere.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU, KISHIBE-SAN!" The middle school boy yells, frustration
evident in his eyes.
Rohan flinches, startled of the attitude the other is currently showing him.
"Why... Why do you keep on deciding things yourself? Why do you always assume
everything is what you think it is without even validating other's thought of
it?" The pompadoured teen exclaims, his tight grip on each of Rohan's arms
still not loosening.
Being lectured by someone, especially a person younger than him, is definitely
a smack to his pride. Because of that, the greenhead becomes infuriated as
well, his brows starting to furrow and his eyes turn to a glare.
"Deciding things for myself? That's not what I am doing! I'm just acting upon
what is obvious. You can't decieve me, Higashikata! You didn't show up for a
whole week, what do you expect me to think of? That you're still up for this
whole modeling contract despite of what happened between us? Quit kidding me."
Rohan defends.
"See?! It's exactly that! I haven't said anything about the situation yet, and
you suddenly just ended things half-assedly. You're the most SELFISH person I
have ever met!" The younger male answers, raising his voice to emphasize his
point.
"That'sー...." Affected by what the other just called him, Rohan couldn't say
anything. He instead averts his gaze to the ground, clearly accepting the fact
that Josuke said the truth about him.
Now that he thinks about it, he never gave Josuke a chance to speak any further
when he dropped by. It seemed to him that there were some more things the other
wanted to say, but as soon as he apologized, the greenhead immediately cut him
off.
Josuke's right. He had always been a selfish person, but he thought he needed
it to achieve his goals and learn how to stand up for himself. He hates other
people, really. It's only his family, Reimi, and his own self that he cares
about. The rest? He hates them.
But Josuke clearly stepped in the barrier and broke it, it seems. If it comes
to Josuke, Rohan loses all his reasoning and he feels things that he never knew
are capable of existing inside him. Yet, he never really knew the other's side.
He doesn't know how Josuke sees the whole sexual incident as, and he doesn't
know what Josuke really did within the entire week of avoiding him. Perhaps, he
really ought to know.
"What are you thinking then, Higashikata? Tell me,... Before I change my mind."
The greenhead mutters, eyes still looking away from the other.
Josuke sighs, slightly relieved that the greenhead finally chose to let him say
what he thinks. The pompadoured teen's grip on Rohan's arms loosens, and soon
enough he finally lets go.
The younger male rubs the back of his head. "I actually don't know where to
start..." He mumbles, making Rohan raise an eyebrow.
"Then we will have a major problem here." The mangaka answers as he crosses his
arms together.
"Nghh..." Embarrased, the pompadoured male pouts. "Anyway, just hear me out."
"Mhm."
Josuke's eyes landed on one of the desks near them. He decides to sit on it
before anything else. By the time he's all set, he inhales deeply and finally
chooses to speak.
"The reason why I didn't come for a whole week was because I wanted time for
myself. What happened between us was obviously unthinkable, which is why taking
time to process it is unavoidable." Josuke says in a serious tone.
Of course it is. There's no way you'd think of me giving you that kind of
special service!
"You know, Kishibe-san. I've done a lot of thinking. These past few months of
being together made me realize a lot of things about you. That includes how
much of an arrogant bastard you are, and that you undoubtedly get in my nerves
with your prissy attitude. You always think you're levels ahead of anybody
else, and that kind of character would piss almost everyone." The pompadoured
male intentionally says, resulting to the greenhead frowning.
"You're hideous. If those are your only points, then I might as well leave."
The older male retorts, clearly irked.
The pompadoured male chuckles a bit, and then he continues. "But well, those
aren't all there are to you. Being with you within that span of time made
witness how amazing you are. The first time I saw your sketch of me, it made me
feel chills all over my body. To think the me who has no interest in art
whatsoever actually got all amazed of the way your hands did that, it's really
surprising for me. If I see some cool-looking art, I'd be all 'Hey that's
pretty good' and that's pretty much it. No more, no less. But you... You're
special, sensei." With a hint of endearment, the pompadoured teen tells the
other.
Rohan's frown immediately fades away, dumbfounded of the words that came out of
Josuke's mouth. However, Josuke didn't let him comment just yet.
"Being with you all throught these times made me think of how devoted you are
to the things you like. I find those kind of people remarkable. At first, I
thought you were one of those people who do things half-assed because they are
already born with that kind of talent. So even if they use shortcuts and stuff,
they'd still be better than most, you know? Kinda unfair if you think about it.
Yet, you're different, sensei. You're really passionate, always going on about
how much you want to create the best manga so bad. You draw 24/7 with such
determined eyes, and I can tell that..." Josuke pauses as he turns his eyes
directly towards Rohan's.
"I can tell because I'm always looking at you."
Rohan feels dizzy, unaware of what it is that he is feeling. The way Josuke
told him that with his eyes directly staring at his very own made him feel
giddy, and he is now desperately trying to hide the blush on his face from
becoming too apparent.
"...."
Josuke continues. "I really thought your character is super complicated,
sensei. I convinced myself since day one that we will never ever get along, and
that my modeling is the only thing that would keep me in meeting you. I was
wrong again. You are the opposite of what I thought you were, sensei. You're
surprisingly easy to read, I could tell whether you're denying things or not.
The things you like, the things you hate. All of them, I find adorable. It
makes me think that such a bossy person like yourself can surprisingly be
simple at the end of the day. At some point, you also began listening to the
random things I would say even if it doesn't concern you, and later on we begin
to establish a certain closeness between us, and I kinda think it's a nice
feeling."
Is it really Higashikata Josuke I'm talking to right at this moment? I refuse
to believe that he is telling me such... positive words! Where is he heading to
with what he is doing, exactly? I am terribly confused!
"Remember that time when I got all bothered because I discovered you used to
want to draw Jotaro-san so bad? I was confused as to why I felt that way as
well. I mean, yeah sure, the feeling of being a second option sucks, but I knew
it back then that there was something more than that. I'm not even that kind of
person who gets all too bothered with such things. But because it involves
sensei, I felt a sting inside my chest then. It's only towards sensei that I
become all too overreacting like that. It made me think that I only want to be
the one Rohan-san would wanna draw, it made me think I'm the only one who
should be mainly contributing to your future masterpiece. I like the idea of
it, the idea of you putting your attention to me, the idea of you appreciating
me. But really..."
Shades of red then tinge Josuke's cheeks.
"What I really like the most is you, sensei."

Rohan's jaw drops, seemingly not convinced that he's living in reality at the
moment. Such a thing coming from Josuke would never be real, he reckons.
There's no way it is legit, so Rohan secretly pinches his thigh in order to
snap out of his dream.
However, everything is real.
"I-I don't understand what you mean, Higashikata." Those are the only words
Rohan could utter at that moment.
Josuke bites his lips, his blush still not fading. "You know what I mean,
sensei. That time when you invited me for pizza in your house, I really was
hyped about it! Honestly, it wasn't even the pizza that made me exaggerate and
stuff, it was because you invited me to dinner that I felt terribly happy. And
you know..."
"?"

"When you, uh, sucked me off."
"!!!!!" Rohan feels his hands shake out of embarrassment. "About that..."
Josuke's flushing face worsens. "I mean, if I didn't like you that way then I
wouldn't have let you initiate it! I'm not as oblivious as you might think I
am. Heck, if I imagine other boys fondling my groin out of nowhere, I would
have sent them to the hospital myself. But it's because it's you that I
couldn't help but let you do things to me. I didn't find it awful, not one bit.
If it's the person I like, then... I'd be more than happy to experience such a
thing. So really. Please don't blame yourself about it. You told me it's all on
you, but that's entirely wrong. I, on my own accord, didn't stop you at all.
It's because it's you that I didn't do anything to avoid it from happening."
...So it's like that. 
Rohan can't find the words to say. Part of him refuses to believe any of it,
but majority of his thoughts tell him that he is... happy. Truly happy of what
Josuke revealed to him.
Before Rohan could process anything more, Josuke backs away from his seat and
stands right in front of Rohan, only a few inches away separating them.
"So please don't say you'd rather us forget about everything. Not when you
finally began calling me by my first name. Not when I finally came to the
conclusion that I really, really like you. I also want to continue modeling for
you, so please let me in your house again. " The younger male whispers, eyes
dead serious, sending shivers down Rohan's spine.
"S-Such big words for a 15-year-old boy." The only thing Rohan could manage to
do is tease the other. It overwhelms him to think that Josuke feels that way
for him when he was sure he made the other hate him that time.
He doesn't know what to do, or how to counter Josuke at this point. He has done
a lot of thinking to himself, and he believes it's his turn to speak of what he
thought as well.
"Higashikata. Aren't you mad that I took advantage of you? I went as far as
doing that because of my own, selfish reasons. You really should hate me by
now. To think I did that to someone younger than me..." The greenhead murmurs,
face clearly regretting the things he did.
Josuke shakes his head. "Not at all, Rohan-san. I already liked you before that
thing happened, though I still didn't realize back then. The only thing that
made me run away back then is because I got embarrassed. Y-You know... When I
shot all of it on your... um... face.." The pompadoured male shyly mutters, his
blush becoming apparent again.
"O-Oh... I thought I scared you off or something like that." Flustered as well,
Rohan replies.
"A-Anyways. Sensei." The pompadoured male suddenly becomes serious.
"Yes?"
"What about you? Do you feel the same way?" Josuke asks, eyes glimmering as if
he's hoping for a particular answer.
Rohan's heart erratically beats then. A flashback of the day he talked with
Reimi suddenly plays in his head. All of the things he uncovered to himself,
all of the things he admitted to Reimi, and all of the realizations he came up
to regarding how he likes Josuke that way. His mind and heart begin to remind
him of what he truly feels on the spot, making him blush terribly. The usual
him would have tried his best attempts of not showing such a shameful
expression, but with Josuke cornering him like that, he cannot stop himself
from showing such a vulnerable demeanor anymore.
However, there's no way he'd be able to tell Josuke the exact words. His heart
is still not completely ready for it yet, and his pride keeps him from doing
so. Even so, Josuke still has the right to know anyhow.
"I-I guess... I don't... dislike you." Incoherently, he answers with a blush.
How Rohan looked like as he said those words made Josuke's heart tingle.
Damn it, how adorable can he get??
Josuke wants to tell Rohan to stop being in-denial about it, but seeing how he
looks so adorable with it, he lets the other off the hook instead. Either way,
he knows Rohan feels the same way, even if not much words have been said.
Forcing the other sounds like a bad idea as well. After all, it took him that
much just to clear things with Rohan, so Josuke concludes that rushing isn't an
option at the moment. He can take all his time to make Rohan say the exact
words, he promises himself that.
He is happy, awfully happy that he just suddenly went for a hug, clearly
startling the greenhead.
"H-Hey!"
"Call me by my first name, Rohan-san." The younger male whispers, his arms
wrapping around the smaller body snugly.
Rohan's heart feels as if it would burst anytime. The way Josuke whispered to
him makes him feel giddy, and how warm Josuke is against him surges a certain
bliss inside him, though he will never tell that to the other at all.
Still, he complies, thinking it isn't such bad idea to play along and drown.
"Josuke." The greenhead softly calls, resulting to the pompadoured male to
tighten the embrace.
The younger male has never felt this happy before. The only times he can say he
is extremely happy are when his favorite game series releases a new project and
that he didn't fail any of his subjects. Obviously, those are nowhere near as
how he feels for Rohan, as this is more intense and genuine than any other.
An embrace isn't enough to convey how blissful he is feeling though.
Josuke breaks off the embrace. Suddenly, he cups the greenhead's face and
brings his face close to his very own.
"Rohan-san. Can I... kiss you?" The pompadoured male softly whispers, his
breath tickling the other's lips.
Rohan gulps, clearly nervous of the whole situation. He is interested to do it
so much, as because he knows himself that he has a thing for the man right in
front of him. Besides, they went as far as doing something more lascivious than
that. What could possibly go wrong? However, he would never directly agree to
it, not in a million years. And so he thinks of an alternative reply to 'Yes'.
"I guess... It wouldn't be such a bad idea for reference purposes." The
greenhead whispers back, receiving a smile from Josuke.
Rohan closes his eyes, the sight of Josuke's majestic face make him too blind
for his own good and that's absolutely not a great news for his own sanity.
Josuke notices how the other squinted his eyes shut, resulting to him smiling
as he silently finds it too adorable.
The pompadoured male closes the distance between their faces, finally coming to
do himself a favor and go land a kiss to the other's blushing lips.
He does so, his own lips giving Rohan's very own trembling ones a soft peck.
The greenhead finds it too gentle, however, it isn't a bad feeling at all. On
the contrary, it makes his insides flutter, actually appreciating the gesture
fully.
Josuke presses his lips more against Rohan's, intentionally proceeding to do
more than a mere peck. His lips force their own way to interlock with Rohan's,
in which Rohan reciprocates and does the same. It's amazing how both of their
lips snugly fit each other, as if they were made for that purpose.
Rohan's lips are terribly soft, it's hard to believe that most tremendous
arrogant statements in the whole world actually come out of his mouth almost
every single day. His lips taste sweet for some reason, though Josuke has a
vague idea why so.
At times, they will break away slightly to breathe, and then without a haste,
they'll lunge back for another sensual kiss. However, it isn't that deep
enough, not when it's only lips against lips.
Wanting to do more, Josuke waits for an opportunity, and upon feeling Rohan
slightly open his lips, he ceases that chance and lunges his tongue inside,
resulting to the greenhead opening his eyes due to shock.
"Nghffh!!" The older male groans, clearly wanting to break off of that kind of
kiss. He tries to push away the other, but the younger male is way stronger
than him that he couldn't manage to move the other even just an inch. Still,
the younger male is not getting any hint at all and instead continues to
dominate Rohan's mouth, his tongue swirling against Rohan's very own, wet
muscle impatiently.
Rohan's knees begin feeling weak, the surging heat of such a torrid kiss trying
to sweep him off of his feet. However, he desperately fights it off and instead
brings his fingers to creep against Josuke's thigh, and out of nowhere, he
pinches the skin too hard. Josuke yelps, inevitably breaking off their deep
kiss because of it.
"W-What are you doing?! It hurts!" The pompadoured male exclaims, eyebrows
furrowing together as he rubs the pinched part of his thigh in an attempt to
ease the pain away.
Rohan rubs his temple and sighs. He wipes the saliva on the corner of his mouth
off with his wrist, and then he points a finger at Josuke.
"You're still 15! We cannot go any further than that." The greenhead
reproaches.
Josuke raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that? You literally gave me a
head back then, didn't you?! Isn't it a bit too late to be putting restrictions
now? And wait, you sound like an old man whereas in fact, you're 17 yourself!"
The pompadoured male lashes, pointing a finger back at Rohan.
Rohan bites his lower lip, feeling all guilty of the situation. It's because he
did something like that to Josuke that makes him want retract how they started,
all for the sake of the two of them.
Rohan has the tendency to jump into things without slowing down, and that's
exactly what made him attack Josuke when he was such in a state. The
pompadoured male is too young to be receiving all of that. Just reciprocating
each other's feelings is enough, he reckons. And besides, he couldn't even
bring himself to be honest with Josuke just yet, so they probably need to work
on the basics first before anything else.
"It's precisely because of that which is why I want us to start properly this
time, HigashiーJosuke." The older male answers, making himself get used to how
he will call the other from now on.
"I don't want us to be pressured with anything. We can't rush things now, not
when we started off with something as vulgar as that. There are a lot of things
I still want to figure out, and I want both you and I to know each other very
well first. Maybe then... We can continue where we left off." Rohan lectures
earnestly, trying to convince the other.
Josuke wouldn't want to do anything that can make Rohan uncomfortable either,
especially that the mangaka is quite hard to handle. He couldn't even come to
say how he really feels towards most of the things that involve their
relationship yet, so Josuke immediately finds Rohan's point valid and best.
The pompadoured male rubs the back of his head, clearly defeated on the spot.
"I guess so. Yeah. We should do that, Rohan-san." He flashes a smile to Rohan,
genuinely respecting the other's decision.
Rohan gives off a slight smile as well, grateful that the other had it in him
to understand.
"That's great, then."
Glancing through the window, Rohan realizes that it's getting quite late
already. "Josuke, we have to leave now. Getting locked up in school is a bad
idea."
The other glances outside as well, acknowledging the information. "Oh, right.
Guess we should go home."
Rohan nods and grabs his school bag from his desk. Josuke does the same thing
as well. He grabs the painting from the floor and picks up his bag.
The greenhead immediately wonders upon noticing the big case being carried by
the pompadoured male.
"Hey. What's that?" Rohan asks as he eyes the black painting case.
"Oh, this?" Josuke repeats as he looks at what he is holding. "Something the
art club downstairs gave me from their donation box thing. They said some of
those paintings need to move away rather than rotting in there, so I accepted
the offer."
"Oh, right. They do have that thing called Donation Box. But why were you
there?" The older male questions.
"I thought you were a member of the art club, so I tried checking it out... In
hopes of finding you." Josuke answers earnestly.
Going through all lengths just to see me, huh. Not bad, Josuke.
"I got my hands full on many things already so I couldn't handle joining at
all. I'm not that interested either. If there's anything, the manga club is
closer to the things I'm interested with. Well, I see then." Hearing the answer
causes Rohan's curiosity to slip away in an instant and his interests about the
said painting fades right then.
Without any further ado, both of them proceeds to the sliding door, and upon
seeing how empty the hallway is already, Josuke blushes because of his sudden
idea.
"H-Hey. Since no one beside us is here on this floor, can I... Hold your hand?"
Meekly, the pompadoured teen asks.
Being showed that kind of adorable character made Rohan chuckle as he finds the
brawny teenager... Cute.
"W-Well. It's going to be a helpful reference too." The greenhead, also shy,
agrees to the offer.
The pompadoured male giggles as he hears the other's answer. He then grabs
Rohan's hand to grasp his very own.
For some reason, Josuke's hand makes Rohan feel... safe. He reckons it's
because the said hand is bigger than his, but that isn't quite right at all. He
couldn't put his tongue around it, yet he doesn't find the feeling
uncomfortable at all.
Both of them start to set foot outside the classroom and begin walking away.
They find the emptiness of the hallway a pleasing sensation, and it feels like
they're the only ones alive in the world during that moment.
"You really should stop the whole reference thing to layer all your feelings,
sensei." The pompadoured male teases, giving off a smirk that caused Rohan to
feel annoyed.
Offended, Rohan blushes out of embarrassment and pinches the other boy's palm.
"Quit it, you brat."
"O-Ouch!" The younger male yelps as an inevitable reaction.
It caused their hands to let go of each other for a brief moment, but not too
long afterwards, they find their way back to each other to grasp one another
anyway.
Contented of what happened, both of them continues to walk in a comfortable
kind of silence, looking forward to how things will go from now on.
 
 
 
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"I'm home!" Josuke blurts out loudly with a smile on his face as he leaves his
shoes on the entrance way before proceeding to step foot in their house's main
hallway.
Tomoko emerges quickly, greeting her son back. "Welcome back. Make sure to
place your shoes properly, you did a half-assed job yesterday!" She lectures
outright, causing Josuke to release an annoyed sigh.
As she was about to reprimand such a behavior, he notices Josuke carrying a
huge case with him which seems to look like they're made for frames or some
sort. "What's that, Josuke?"
"Ah, right! Mom, I have this for 'ya. A painting I got from, er, the school's
art club." The pompadoured male proceeds to zip the painting case open and
pulls the canvas out, instantly revealing the piece towards Tomoko's direction.
The woman's eyes suddenly lighten up, clearly stunned of how beautiful the said
painting is. She immediately goes closer to Josuke and surveys the painting
more intently.
"Now, now, Josuke! You brought me something great this time!" She compliments
as she continues capturing the painting's image straight to her brain.
The pompadoured male snickers, apparently proud of himself. "Right? I knew you
would love this."
Tomoko then pulls the painting away from her son gently, holding it with
outmost care. "We should put this somewhere in the living room right at this
instant!" She coos excitedly.
"I know you're hyped and all, but we can do it tomorrow. Man, I'm beaー"
Tomoko gives Josuke a glare. "We should display this. NOW."
The threatening atmosphere has sent shivers down Josuke's spine, and the only
thing he could do is agree for his own safety. "Y-Yeah..."

But oh well. I wouldn't mind if it's that painting.
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     ALRIGHT JosuHan screentime is over lol it's time for the actual main
     couple to dominate this fic again haaaahhh thanks for reading
     everyone! Leave a kudos and a comment, I wanna hear your opinions
     about it! Hope you all stay tuned for more~
End Notes
     Updates will be anytime. I can write as long as I have my
     inspiration, Oreos, and emo math rock albums playing in the
     background kek
     I will try my best not to slack off orz gonna post the next chapter
     soon! Thank you for reading :^)
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