#first time drawing koichi but i think it looks alright

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a small break in my abba week posting to sing happy birthday to this goober

#ill post my abba drawing for today later shh shh #first time drawing koichi but i think it looks alright #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 4 #koichi hirose #diamond is unbreakable #jojos bizzare adventure fanart #jjba fanart #anime #digital art #fanart #my art

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Unpleasant Pleasantries

Rohan Kishibe x JosukeSister!Reader

Trigger Warning: inappropriate stand use, mild suggestive themes

Rohan thought this to be the perfect opportunity to get back at that imbecile with the hair of a 60’s delinquent, but instead found something more fulfilling than revenge.

It was your first time meeting the famous mangaka, but Koichi insisted that you introduce yourself to the newly found stand user as a formality.

~

“It’s better to make friends than enemies, y/n! So please do this for me.” He begged, clasping his hands tightly together as he bowed.

“Koichi-chan, he ripped out pages from your face and tried to do the same to Okuyasu and Josuke. I don’t know if I trust this guy.” You sighed, nervous and even a little scared.

“It’ll be fine, when you tell him you’re related to Josuke, he won’t even think about trying anything!” Koichi’s eyes glistened, still silently begging you to go.

“Fine, but if I don’t show up back home in an hour, call Josuke please.” Koichi nodded enthusiastically, shouting thank yous while he ran off to find your brother.

~

Thanks to the written address Koichi had given you, it was easy to find the large Victorian mansion that belonged to the isolated artist.

“Come on, y/n. You can do this. Just a quick hello and you’re done.” You tried to psych yourself up, taking one last deep breath before approaching the walkway that led up to the door.

Knock Knock

You waited, your heart rate a bit too quick for your liking.

You could hear the steps on the other side slowly approaching and suddenly stopping, only to find the door creak by.

“Now who would be disrupting the Great Rohan Kishibe?” The man spoke in a sinister tone, swinging the door open.

Rohan Kishibe looked nothing like how you expected him to. He was built slim but still toned, his green hair neatly styled and face slim and sharp with a cute dolphin bandage placed on the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at you intently, as if he was trying to analyze your face as well.

“I-I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. My friend Koichi wanted me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N Higashikata. I’m a stand user and I go to school with the rest of the boys.” You stammer out, guilt hitting you for interrupting the presumably busy manga artist.

The man eyed you with a devilish smirk, clapping his hands together like he had discovered something amusing.

“You’re Josuke’s little sister! Oh how fun! You know, you’re too cute to be related to that boy. Now please come in, I’ll make you some tea and we can talk.”

“I’m actually the same age as him, and I’d love to join you but I got... study plans with K-Koichi!” You tried to avoid his stare but as he made eye contact, you knew you had lost.

“Nonsense! I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ll be studying with me, now please come in already.” His smile grew while he pulled you into his abode by your wrists.

The house was lightly decorated with manga related memorabilia on the wood carved shelves and many original panels from famous mangas hung framed on the soft toned walls, but the home still held a grand Victorian feeling to it.

Your original unease disappeared as you took in the grandeur of the mansion and the interesting items that adorned it so carefully. Rohan smirked at the curiosity in your eyes and the quick movements they made while you focused on specific areas of his home.

“Would you like a personal tour of the property before we study? I will warn you though, not all the rooms have been styled by yours truly yet. It’s a work in progress at the moment.” The smile he bared had you suspicious again, but you didn’t want to be rude to the owner of such a magnificent estate.

“As much as I would love to, your home is absolutely stunning, I sadly only have an hour to study. My mom would kill me if I got home late again.” A hefty sigh escaped your lips and you gave him your best upset expression you could muster.

You hoped he wouldn’t key in on your lying, remembering the warning Koichi had given you about his ability to discern genuine emotions from fake ones.

The mangaka squinted his eyes for a moment, causing your heartbeat to speed up substantially, but his face returned to its usual smile that you swore held a bit of deviousness underneath.

“Oh! it’s alright, dear. I understand. I’ll save it for your next visit. Let’s get to your work now, follow me to the kitchen. I’ll prepare us something and you can take a seat by the window.” He gently took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen and carefully pulling out a seat for you at his dining room table.

A beautiful bouquet set in a hand sculpted vase caught your interest on the table as Rohan busied himself with brewing a fresh pot of tea. The flowers were bright in color compared to the muted ones of the vase, but the contrast made both appear unique and appealing to the eye.

“I see you even appreciate the smaller details of a home. Though I am a mangaka, I do dabble in other forms of artistic expression. Take pottery for example, I glazed this vase in a muted color pallet so it could stand out on its own when beautifully bright flowers were placed in it. The two compliment each other nicely, don’t they?” He set down two tea cups and began to pour.

“Yes! And I especially love the bright purples in the lillies you picked here.” You gently touched a petal, Rohan now lightly tapping his cheek, pulling out a chair for himself to sit right beside you.

His closeness and unwavering gaze brought a heaviness to your chest, making you stumble over your words.

“Um-m thank you for treating me so well and letting me study in your home, Rohan-sensei.” You began to unpack your notes and textbook, Rohan scooting closer to analyze what you had written.

“No need to thank me, my dear. Now let’s get to your studies. What is it you need to work on today?” The smile he shares with you is comforting, but you can’t help but feel like he was plotting something.

You set your pencil bag down and prepare your notebook, trying to make yourself busy by setting up.

“Biology. I’ve only just recently started going to school in person, but I tested well enough to be placed in the highest class. Today we’re supposed to label all the organs in this frog drawing.” Your tone comes off as annoyed and Rohan picks up on it, tilting his head to the side while he reads your frog diagram.

“You aren’t a fan of biology? I’ve got a few anatomy sketches of animals you could use instead of this photocopied worksheet. Maybe that will help peak your interest?” He stands and saunters out to find his sketches, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

When Rohan returns, the two of you work on your Biology homework for about an hour, finishing the entire pot of tea in the process. You found out that Rohan was quite skilled at anatomy, having an entire sketchbook dedicated to the anatomy of many living things, including the likes of frogs and flowers. He was extremely helpful and fun to talk with.

As you packed up your bag, Rohan remained seated in his chair, playing with one of the lilies from the bouquet. You weren’t sure if you should head towards the door and leave Rohan or wait for him to stand and lead you out. You were about to speak when the mangaka interrupted with a swish of his pen in your direction.

“Heaven’s Door.”

You felt a sharp shove of air to your midsection, sending you onto the floor. Every movement you attempted was futile as the grinning artist looked down at you. A deep chuckle haunted you while he leaned in closer to your face. His hands gently caressed your cheek, opening it up like a book.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re interesting and I’d love to learn more about you, but I’m impatient. It’ll be far easier for me to just read you. Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll make sure you don’t remember this.” He flipped through your pages, ignoring the tears that ran down onto the very paper he was trying to read.

“Now let’s just read the juicy bits today. You were hospitalized along with your brother when you were only four, a strange parasite made up of Dio’s cells attacked your immune system at age twelve and had you bedridden until fairly recently.” The curiosity he held for your story excited him, the pen he held in one hand quickly wrote onto the notepad he placed on the floor beside your head.

You felt like sinking into yourself, ignoring his quips and teases as the embarrassment of the mangaka reading your thoughts and feelings enveloped you. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be this way? He was so kind before and just like a flick of a switch, he changed.

“Oh, now how did you escape that? Here we are, thanks to Mr.Joestar’s Hamon lessons, you not only came back from your illness, but gained a proper stand and the ability to wield Hamon just like your father and great grandfather! Wait, what’s this new paragraph about?” He squinted closely, reading your page out loud again.

“I have to visit Rohan Kishibe today because Koichi told me to. He practically begged. Even though I’m scared, Koichi gave me his word that nothing bad would happen. Rohan Kishibe looks very different from what I imagined a mangaka to look. Well, what did you expect me to look like?” His smirk grows as he continues on.

“Ah, another new bit is here! Rohan Kishibe is very good at anatomy, he’s been kind and helpful, I’d like to get to know him better. I think Josuke was just overreacting when he called Rohan Kishibe pure evil. I could see us being friends.”

His smile disappears skimming the next sentence, his usual tone of voice changed as he starts to read. He sounded upset, hurt even.

You were the one being wronged here! Why would he get upset? He doesn’t have the right.

“Josuke was right. Rohan Kishibe is not nice, he is terribly mean. He’s using me for his entertainment. He doesn’t care. Rohan Kishibe is not kind, he is not helpful, he is cruel, I don’t want to get to know him. I want to forget him.”

“I hate Rohan Kishibe. I hope to never see him again.”

Rohan paused, looking away from your pages, trying to focus on anything else for the moment.

“W-well, I’ll just fix this last paragraph and erase it from your mind. You’re being dramatic, I’m not as terrible as you describe me.” Chuckling to himself, he tries to laugh off his obvious pain and attempts to regain his composure.

“No! I won’t let you erase my emotions!” You shouted, a wave of Hamon spreading through his arm as his pen touched your page, his attempt to rewrite your memory foiled.

The mangaka was sent flying back, his right arm dropping the pen and your face finally shutting closed, returning your ability to move. Although you were upset at the betrayal of trust you gave the man, you felt a twinge of guilt in your heart when you spotted his still form draped across the wood floor, cradling the arm you had burned with your Hamon.

Running to his side, all thoughts of malice left your body while you attempted to get a better look at his injury. His arm was still intact thankfully, but it was badly burned and needed to be set correctly and quickly if he ever wanted it to heal properly. You took a deep breath and turned Rohan over to see if he was still conscious.

“Oh god, Rohan I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Your eyes fill with tears again as you see the artist weakly rest himself against the wall, still holding his arm close to his chest.

“No, no it’s alright. I brought this on myself. I accept that.” He grimaced, trying to take a peek at his injuries but too frightened to actually check.

“You read my thoughts and history, it wasn’t right but you didn’t physically hurt me. I don’t know how that happened, but I promise you I’ll fix it.” You swore to the manga writer, now searching through your backpack.

When you found your pair of scissors, you went into full first aid mode, removing the sleeve from his right arm by carefully cutting the loose cloth off. After tossing the short sleeve to the side, you cut the bottom of the skirt you were wearing off into a long bandage-like shape of clothing and ran it under the cold tap water from the kitchen sink, returning to the injured Rohan.

“I’m going to wrap your arm with this, it won’t be painful if you let me use my stand, but I’m going to ask you first before I use her on you.” The man nodded, accepting your offer to erase the pain.

“Under Pressure. She’s a stand that has the ability to manipulate emotions. She can change them within a radius or focus on only one individual. When she focuses on a single person, she is only able to change their emotion to the opposite of what is being felt.” You began to wrap his arm, nervous about what he might feel when you placed the wet fabric loosely around it.

All Rohan could do was bite back his lip to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. Instead of the immeasurable pain he imagined to come with dressing a freshly burned wound, he felt a wave of euphoria. He now understood what you meant by the “opposite” emotion would be felt.

The artist never knew wrapping his burned arm would feel so good, every touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to water. It confused him, even though he understood that the opposite of pain was pleasure, it still startled him every time you did one more pass of the homemade bandage.

He tried his hardest not to be flustered, but when you finished off his arm by tieing the last bit with a knot, he let a small whimper escape his lips. His hand shot up to cover his face, it’s hue now a bright crimson.

Your cheeks turned bright pink as well. You turned away swiftly, to avoid eye contact.

“U-Um just stay put. I’m gonna borrow your phone for a second and let you catch your breath.” Scratching the side of your cheek, you stand up and make a b-line for the phone, dialing your home and hoping that Josuke would pick up. You glanced at the clock set on the wall, it read 8:15.

I’m late.

As soon as the phone line rang once, you spotted the front door to Rohan’s manor fly across the main hall. Peeking your head out from the kitchen, you see a furious Josuke with Koichi in pursuit.

“ROHAN-SENSEI! WHERE IS MY SISTER YOU CREEP?! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME 15 MINUTES AGO!” He yells out, his voice echoing throughout the home.

“Josuke! I’m here! I was just about to call you. Listen, I messed up bad and hurt Rohan. He’s in the kitchen bandaged up but I need you to heal him all the way.” You run to Josuke, giving him a tight hug while trying not to cry from the stress of the situation.

Josuke squeezes you once and let’s you go, looking you over from head to toe so he could make sure you weren’t injured as well. When he spots your torn skirt, his aura radiates a dark malice you’d never seen him show before.

“Wait Josuke! I did this to myself, we didn’t have bandages so I cut some cloth.”

He looks you over again and sighs heavily, the purple hue that was full of rage, leaving him.

“Ok, fine. Where’s that jerk? I’ll fix him up real quick so we can go home.” He grumbled, following you into the kitchen.

Even though Rohan wanted to refuse any treatment from Josuke, he finally accepted the help when you threatened to cry on the spot. His arm had returned to its previous state, unburned and fully functional, thanks to Josuke and Shining Diamond.

Josuke picked up your backpack and held the now fixed front door open for you, while Rohan stood and waved goodbye. You awkwardly returned the wave and made your way back home, your thoughts chaotic and confused.

On the one hand you felt guilty for putting Rohan through such an immense amount of pain, but you were also upset at the humiliation he put you through by reading your life with Heaven’s Door. These thoughts plagued your mind as you laid your head to rest for the night.

~

It was roughly two in the afternoon when Rohan Kishibe knocked on your front door. A short but older woman answered, complaining about the loudness of the knocks when she looked over the artist.

“Oh, my apologies. You’re that Rohan Kishibe my kids talk about. How may I help you, Mr. Kishibe?” She asked with a warm tone to her voice, leaning against her door frame and smiling up at him.

“Is y/n in? I’d like to deliver this to her personally.” He spoke softly, shaking the box he held in his hands.

Your mother couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. He appeared to be anxious and uncomfortable, most likely it was his first time gifting something like this.

“She’s not home yet, but give her five minutes. Why don’t you come in? You can wait for her up in her room, just don’t go raiding her drawers or anything.” She joked, Rohan’s cheeks turning vivid scarlet.

“I’m only pulling your leg, sweety. I know you’re better than that. Now come on! Have a seat at her desk and I’ll bring you up some lemonade.” Rohan followed her inside.

When they reached your room, Mrs.Higashikata opened the door and waved her hand to your desk seat.

“Pull up that chair there and I’ll be back with some refreshments.” Her smile gleamed at him. She walked off to the kitchen, leaving the artist alone in your room.

Rohan browsed around your room, taking in the personality that was apparent by the many bits of decor that gave your little private space a peculiar style. Your walls held photos printed on Polaroid film, sketches presumably drawn by you, and posters of your favorite video games and shows.

When he glanced around your room, he was immediately caught off guard when he spotted two volumes of his very own manga, propped up and on display in your bookcase. To say he was flattered was an understatement, he was completely floored. You were a fan of his?

His heart was heavy all of a sudden, he felt a dreadful pain in his chest while he held the book in his hands. He turned his head toward the doorway when he heard your voice greet your mother. To regain himself, he quickly skimmed through the pages of the manga he was holding, hearing your distant conversation come to an end.

You entered the room. Dropping your bag at the corner of the closet, your eyes never leaving Rohan while you take a seat on your bed. The mangaka gently placed your copy of Pink Dark Boy back in its original position, turning around now to face you.

“I’d like to humbly apologize for my abhorrent behavior and actions yesterday. I was terrible. I know it might be asking too much of you, but I brought you this as a peace offering. I want us to start over. I’d like to get to know you the right way.” He passes you the box he was carrying with him, nudging you to open it.

Casually unknotting the bow and removing the lid from the bottom, you slowly lift what appears to be a white sundress out of the box. It was beautifully made and looked to be just your size.

“I know it’s not the skirt you tore, but I felt like you deserved something a little more unique.” He averts your gaze quickly when you attempt to gauge his reaction.

The mangaka appears to be flustered, apparently not very used to apologizing. His eyes held a fear of rejection but also a glimmer of hope. A breath you never knew you were holding was released with a quiet hum.

“It’s beautiful, thank you, but do know that buying me things isn’t going to repair my trust in you. We can at the very least start over though.”

Rohan smiled to himself, thankful for your empathetic nature, and nodded a quick yes.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, how about we take that dress and enjoy some tea at the cafe? My treat.”

#rohan kishibe x reader #kishibe rohan x reader #rohan kishibe #kishibe rohan #jjba reader insert #jjba part 4 #jjba x reader #jjba

[genork-the-fandork]

To celebrate Odaiba Day, I wanted to give some recognition to the “Odaibas” of the other series; that is, the days that started the other series’ adventures. While Odaiba Day doesn’t exactly recognize every Digimon beginning, I’d like to think it’s a celebration of all things Digimon.

So here are some one shots featuring the Adventure and non-Adventure series. I hope you enjoy! <3

01

"Wow. So today was the day, huh?" Tai said, glancing at the calendar on the fridge. It was the same brand of calendar that had been up the first time around. Now, two years later, it felt like yesterday that he was realizing the time flow between the Digital World and the human one was different.

The rest of the gang was crowded in his living room, eating the snacks his mother had put out for him. When they'd planned to get together, they had completely forgotten about the actual anniversary of their adventure. But in some ways, they had subconsciously remembered it anyway. Tai had a feeling the date would live on in their hearts for a long time.

"Tai! Hurry up with the food!" Agumon called, his face covered in crumbs. "I'm starving!"

"You might wanna do what he says!" Matt added. "I'm afraid he's going to eat Patamon next!"

"What?!" Patamon squeaked, hiding behind T.K.

Laughing, Tai brought out the rest of the snacks, leaving behind the calendar that had served as an eternal reminder of that fateful day.

02

Davis half-expected something exciting to happen on his first day of high school. Unfortunately, it was the same old school nonsense that he'd never really liked. No new kid that somehow knew the girl he liked, no computer warping him to the Digital World. It was almost saddening, really.

But his spirits lifted when he saw T.K. and Kari waiting for him outside the school. Yolei was off to the side, probably calling Ken or Cody to make sure they were ready to meet up. "You ready to go, Davis?" T.K. called, grinning the grin that used to annoy Davis to no end.

"'Course I am! I've been waiting for this all day!" he called back, running up to his friends. "Ramen, here I come!"

Kari and Yolei giggled as T.K. and Davis set off down the street, bickering over what type of ramen was the best. 

It wasn't a big celebration, like the rest of the gang tended to do on anniversaries, but it was fitting for them, and that was all that mattered.

Tamers

Takato remembered the exact spot where he had first found the physical form of Guilmon. He also remembered the exact spot where the baby forms of all the Digimon had gone back to the Digital World. There were a lot of things he remembered, sentimental as he was, but he was starting to forget the exact day when it had all begun.

"To be fair, Takato, everything started on different days for all of us," Henry reasoned, closing his shoe locker and hoisting his messenger bag onto his shoulder. "I met Terriermon before you met Guilmon, and Jeri met Leomon before Kazu and Kenta met their partners. It's a bit hard to remember an anniversary when none of ours match up."

"But it would be nice to celebrate something that changed our lives the way the Digimon did," Takato said with a sigh.

"Why don't we just celebrate the day we all promised we'd meet again?" Rika said from Takato's left, appearing out of nowhere. She had long since mastered Renamon's signature skill.

Henry and Takato exchanged a glance. "That's perfect!" Takato exclaimed. "Then that'll be our anniversary!"

"But that's today—" Henry started to say, yelping when Takato grabbed his and Rika's hands and started dragging them down the street.

"Time to celebrate!"

Frontier

"We look weird," Koji said as they all stood in the train station, looking like a very conspicuous group of schoolkids.

"Well, where else are we supposed to celebrate?" Takuya snapped, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Maybe not so close to the stairs I fell down?" Koichi suggested, eyeing the offending stairwell cautiously.

"What are we gonna do? Play card games in here?" J.P. asked, snacking on some chips.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Tommy said. "Can we decide what we're doing here?"

"I knew I shouldn't have come," Zoe sighed. "Takuya didn't have a plan, just like I thought."

"Is it so bad that I wanted us all to spend time together?" Takuya nearly yelled, drawing the attention of passersby. Blushing furiously, Takuya muttered, "This is where our adventure began, guys. Cut me some slack, it's not like we were at a summer camp or something."

They couldn't help but smile at that. "Maybe we should go grab some pizza?" Koji suggested softly, placing his hand on Takuya's shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan," J.P. agreed, and they all got up and headed out of the train station, teasing Takuya about his lack of planning.

But they all silently agreed that they appreciated his efforts very, very much.

Data Squad [Savers]

"Remember the day we met?" Marcus asked, staring out at the world he now called his home.

"Hard to forget. You punch hard, Marcus," Agumon said, shaking his head at the memory. "Sometimes I still feel like I have bruises from that fight."

"Ha, sorry about that, buddy." Marcus grinned. "I never woulda thought that would lead to us both here, in the Digital World. Pretty wild, huh?"

"You got that right." Agumon paused. "I hope Yoshino and Thomas are alright."

"Ah, they'll be fine. They're smarter than me," Marcus said, waving off Agumon's concern. "If anything, I just want them to hurry up and open up the gate again so I can see my sister."

"We'll see them again, I'm sure of it." Agumon slapped a clawed hand over his chest. "If it's the last thing I do, I'll tear apart the worlds to let you see your sister again."

Marcus couldn't help but laugh at that. "Hey, thanks, bud."

That was when they heard someone calling Marcus's name.

"Marcus! Agumon! Are you there?"

They looked at each other, astonished. Was that…

"Yoshino! Over here!"

Marcus spun around with a wide smile to see his friends running toward him.

Well, what a happy anniversary this was.

Xros Wars [+Hunters]

"Man, what a ride the past couple years has been," Taiki said, adjusting the goggles on his head. "I don't think there are words to express how crazy this has all been."

"Easy for you to say," Akari teased. "You didn't get left behind twice when things were going down."

"I said I was sorry," Taiki began again, and Zenjirou chuckled at the familiar apology.

Tagiru and Gumdramon weren't even paying attention; they were too busy scarfing down their junk food. Yuu and Nene watched in almost concerned fascination while Ryouma and company dined at a table across the aisle from them.

"Hard to believe it's been a year since everything calmed down," Kiriha said, sipping his milkshake as he rested his arm over the seat of the booth. "Sometimes I wonder if I'll wake up and need to go solve some Digimon problem."

"I know what you mean," Taiki said. "It never really leaves you."

Nene smiled. "But now the world is safe and we can focus on spending time together, right?"

Zenjirou blushed at the word "together," but before he could ask her out again, Tagiru said, "Only if it means we come back here every time!"

The others laughed at that, letting Tagiru's antics wash away the uncertainty and fear that the Digital World was never truly saved. For now, they were here, and they were going to have a good time together.

#digimon #digiweek2021 #gen writes #digiweek day 7 #digimon drabble #digimon adventure #digimon tamers #digimon frontier #digimon savers #digimon xros wars #the logic on some of these doesn't track but shhhhh #didn't remember the exact nuances of savers's ending sorry a;sdjf;asdj

[divinedecay]

Old Cardigan

Prompt: cardigan by Taylor Swift + more fluff than I expected Pairing: Rohan Kishibe x GN!Reader Word Count: 1,726 Warnings: this is, yet again, so self indulgent A/N: Shoutout to Taylor Swift anon for inspiring my second Rohan fic of the week by mentioning cardigan. Also it’s been a minute since I’ve written two fics in a week so like????? Nice

Sometimes Rohan felt like an old cardigan.

    He felt like something that people picked up, wore a couple of times, then shoved under the bed and forgot about. Not in his career - that was going well - it was his personal relationships. People tried - and failed - to penetrate his unsociable shell, and dropped him. The only people who had bothered to stick around were Koichi and his ridiculous friends Josuke and Okuyasu.

Well. And you.

    You weren’t exactly a new fixture in his life - your family and Josuke’s were old friends, and so you tended to hang out with them, despite being Rohan’s age. Koichi brought you and the others around to his house often, and at first he found you as insufferable as the others. But, as Koichi had, you grew on him. He’d never admit it, but you impressed him. You were so uniquely, unapologetically, you. And you put up with his jabs in the most unexpected way. You grinned.

    He’d never used Heaven’s Door on you, under the request of Koichi, but he’d gleaned a little bit of information from back when he first met Koichi. Enough to be satisfied that you were relatively harmless to him (he’d found out later that you have a stand, but by then he didn’t much care). At least, you were supposed to be.

He hadn’t expected to start falling for you.

    You had a way of making people feel like they were the most important person in the world when you looked at them, when you listened. Your smile could light up the world, he sometimes thought, and you somehow thought watching him sketch was the most fascinating thing in the world. And you always surprised him with your stubborn care for anyone close to you. Even him.

    He was even more surprised when you showed up at his door one day, in the rain. He was amidst his most recent breakup, and not in the mood to see anyone. But you barged into his house, made tea, turned on his favourite show, and forced him to take a break from the work he’d thrown himself into like he always did after a breakup. You ignored his snide remarks and hateful comments, made him dinner, and then asked if he was okay.

“Of course I’m okay.” He didn’t even know how you knew about the breakup.

“The guys were saying you really liked this one.” He had, he wouldn’t lie (to himself, anyway).

“I’m used to breakups. If they can’t handle me, it’s their loss.” He hadn’t been able to read your expression, then, and you hadn’t asked again. He woke up the next morning curled up on the couch, with breakfast on his coffee table and a note from you saying you’d had to go but he had better eat, or else. He’d smiled to himself, shaking his head. He knew then that you would ruin him, completely and utterly, and he wasn’t sure he cared.

    He was proved right nearly a month later when he kissed you on a whim and it felt electric. Everywhere your skin was on his, sparks traveled through his veins. It was the best thing he’d ever experienced. He never admitted this fact to you, but if he could have just kept kissing you, he was sure he would have been content for the rest of his life.

    After that, and you agreed to be his s/o, he put in effort to make you happy. He took you anywhere you wanted to go, even if he didn’t much care for it. You always respected his need for space, but, somehow, you always seemed to know when he needed you to stay. He refused to let himself get too comfortable, though. Just in case.

~

“Something’s bothering you,” he nearly jumped, not expecting you to appear behind him. He’d been staring out the window rather than working on his drawing, lost in thought. Wondering vaguely, as he always did, if you were going to be like the others. If, once the thrill of being with him expired, you would discard him like many of the others had. Sometimes he ended things before it could go that far. Other times, he ended up like some of his old cardigans. He had to weigh the options - was it worth it to be hopeful? Was it worth the pain?

    One of his least favourite things about himself was his ability to fall in love. He completely and utterly tumbled head over heels and that was that. He would never admit it, of course, but it hurt every time someone left. He tried to brush it off like it was nothing, laughing saying it wasn’t a big deal. That he didn’t care. His prickly personality made for an easy shield. Only a couple of people would ever be able to tell he was upset, and he made sure it was more trouble than it was worth to comment on.

    You, though. You felt different. Even when you left his presence you seemed to linger - just like one of your kisses to his collarbone.  He would definitely have trouble if you were like so many of the others. He had a feeling he’d be cursing you for a long time, that you would always haunt all his what-ifs. He really hoped you didn’t leave. But this isn’t something he’d admit. Not to you, not to anyone.

“It’s nothing,” he says, not bothering to turn his head to look at you and instead focusing back on his sketch. This didn’t last long, though, as a moment later he felt your lips by his ear and a jolt of electricity went up his spine.

“Rohan,” your voice is soft, “I’m not blind.” You shift, moving to sit in front of him in his window perch. “Something’s bothering you. Talk to me.” He meets your eyes and finds genuine concern there, and, for a moment, he can’t find his words. This is new. And very undignified.

“Nothing’s bothering me, Y/N.”

“Yes there is. You’ve got that worried divot between your eyebrows and your mouth is pressed into near non-existence like it always is when you’re upset.” He looks away, back out the window. Could he do this? Could he give up one of his most vulnerable places, one of his insecurities, to you? Trusting people with his life - as he had Josuke before - is much different than trusting people with his shame. And he trusted no one with his shame.

    Unbeknownst to him, though, you had ideas about what was going on in his head. Something Koichi had mentioned offhandedly had given you the idea. And you knew Rohan better than he thought you did. You could say the words for him, if he couldn’t. You knew what it was to be afraid to share your shame.

“You’re afraid,” you begin, and he stiffens slightly. “You’re worried that I’m going to throw you away once the ‘thrill’ is gone.” He keeps his eyes trained on a distant building, not looking at you.

“Like I would ever think something so undignified.” There’s an edge to his voice, and you know you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“You’re not a cardigan, Rohan, to be worn out and discarded.” You pause and smile. “If you were, you’d be my favourite. But you’re not. You’re Rohan Kishibe, mangaka, simultaneously the most selfish and most caring - about people close to you, anyway - person I’ve ever met. You’re a lot like a cactus, sometimes. All prickly pins when people try to get close. But, Rohan,” You reach out and cup his jaw, running your thumb across his cheekbone, “I’m not going anywhere.” You feel him lean into your touch, just a little, but then he’s moving, standing, striding across the room and waving his hand dismissively. 

“Don’t be foolish, Y/N. As if I, Rohan Kishibe, would ever have to worry about something like that. Have you met me?” His tone is dismissive and rude, and he sounds like the bastard he is. But he isn’t fooling you one bit.

    He reaches the door to the room and turns his head to look at you, still sitting on the window seat. His eyes soften, just for a minute, then he’s gone. You sigh, but there’s a smile playing at your lips. Dating the infamously selfish and closed off Rohan was never going to be easy, but you were confident the two of you were going to be alright.

~

Rohan had been right. You were going to destroy him.

    Not in any bad way, but with every small smile, every glint in your eye, every kiss, he felt himself getting a little more lost in you. And, at this point, he knew he wasn’t fooling you one bit when he acted like a royal pain in the ass. You’d been there on his best days, when he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead and there wasn’t anyone in the world more important. You’d been there on his worst days when insults poured from his mouth and he shook and pretended like he wasn’t struggling so badly that he needed to cry. You’d been there for his most vulnerable moments, when he’d needed you to stay and hadn’t been able to voice the indignity of it, but you knew anyway. And you said it for him.

    He’d been there for you, too, on your best days when you laughed and smiled and stayed in bed with him all day. And he’d been there on your worst days when your mind played tricks on you and you were so empty that you couldn’t get out of bed. He was there for your vulnerable moments, when you admitted for the first time that you loved him, when you shared your fears.

    It had been nearly two years since the moment you told him you weren’t going anywhere. It had taken a long time for him to talk to you about it, for him to trust you with his shame. But he did trust you. And he loved you more than he cared to ever admit.

    Yes, he had definitely been right. You had destroyed him in the best way possible, and when he had his arms around you, your eyes locked with his and everything was perfect, he knew what you had said was true. He wasn’t an old cardigan to be worn out and thrown away.

He was Rohan Kishibe, and he would never have feel that way again.

#rohan kishibe #jjba rohan #rohan kishibe x reader #rohan kishibe x gn!reader #JJBA: DiU #old cardigan #my work #for the taylor swift anon

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, Vigilantes 36, Replies Part 1

1) ““Kyaa~ My name is Koichi Haimawari, I’m 19 years old and today is my first day at Vigilante school, but I’m running late! I hope Knuckleduster-sensei doesn’t scold me, nor that I collide with some cute upperclassman on my way, dropping my food and starting a romance story that will take 324 volumes to even get to handholding” -Koichi, shoujo protagonist in training.”- Koichi actually runs into a bunch of people and has the usual ‘romantic first meeting’ thing with passing students at least 2-3 times a week, but they’re always dissuaded from pursuing anything further because he immediately sees a fight around the next corner and they then get a front-row seat o witnessing his version of ‘crime-fighting’ which to an outsider looks like casual masochistism, freaking them out from further interacting with the ‘creepy weirdo’. Such is the pains of pursuing a life of vigilantism.

2) “Alright, we start off with the standard stuff, trouble on the street, and of course with two people that could snap Koichi in half without even breaking a sweat. The exact type of people he should stay far away from, and of course the type of person he’ll definitely mess with in 3… 2…”- As Koichi’s ‘crime fighting’ improves, so too does our ability to accurately predict his reactions, down to the second

3) “…

Alright Koichi, now you’re just asking to get punched.”-Hey, he’s got a new move, he wants to show it off as much as possible, strategic implementation be dammed- and it’s not like he’s encountered a bunch of accidents that would leave civilians dangling off rooftops and about to take a nasty fall. In fact, I don’t even think the majority of the buildings around the neighbourhood are tall enough for that- or at least, tall enough that he could feasibly save a falling body in time before it impacted solid concrete

4) “But, need to congratulate you, because they stopped fighting among them and focused on you instead. Amazing display of cunning and tactic to end a conflict, you learned that from a particular little bird, didn’t you?”- Alas, it used to work really well when Knuckle was around, because then he could sucker-punch a few of them in the back of the head before they knew he was there, but without him, Koichi’s just drawing fire without any feasible way to ‘stop’ getting attacked besides the aggressors having vented their frustrations out on him- and it’d not like he’s Izuku I-can-do-this-all-day Midoria, keeping on going even after his arms and legs have been broken. 

Koichi’s got a normal pain threshold, and since his quirk mainly relies upon manoeuvrability, avoiding hits at all is his best choice- though sadly, if his attackers don’t hit something, they’ll just keep swinging until they hit him or a passer-by.

5) “oh my god the handprint on his fucking face jesus Koichi. Also, geez, I wonder why are you getting your ass handed to you more now that you became an static target rather than a mobile one.”- Well, he can still move around on the side of buildings like he does on the ground, it probably just takes him more of an effort to push upwards agasitn gravity than he’s used to- if he can get his momentum going on a vertical surface then it’s like being on solid ground to him, just with the fact that he has to keep pushing in a certain direction to avoid sliding to the ground. But yeah, he’s tending to get beaten up a lot more because by showing off his new move, he’s placing himself at the optimal level to be punched like a normal person, not to mention stuck still on a vertical surface. 

He’s basically forfeiting the main advantage of his quirk’s ability be zipping around at the hard-to-reach knee height at high speeds, all to show off his cool new move to people who don’t know or care about it. Koichi needs to get over his fanboying at realising his ability is cooler than he thought and start thinking about practical applications for his power- like being able to stop at eye level to point a piece directly between some aggressors’ so they decide it’s not worth catching a bullet in the head to be fighting out in the streets like that.

6) ““Also the mailman, the supermarket cashier, my teacher… I didn’t even said anything to them, they just saw me and immediately went ape shit. I managed to get away but… The old lady that walks her chihuahua around the block, I don’t think I’ll survive another encounter against her” -Koichi, probably.”- Koichi mastered the art of drawing Aggro from a young age, but alas, not to the extent of learning how to stop doing it all the time.

7) “Also, wouldn’t recommend you going to visit your brother-in-law right now Koichi, he still has his gun, the nurses tried to sedate him but he refuses to let go of it, and his rubber bullets already seriously injured three doctors and a pigeon that landed on his window”- They’d have a better chance of getting Phelps to let go of his rigid belief in the law before letting go of his gun.

8) “Oh god no, not brainstorming, I suck at brainstorming you have no idea. Whenever I need to use my creativity my mind goes blank and then an elevator music starts playing in the background until its over.

Hopefully y’all will be better on that front than I am.”-  On that note, any ideas for what kind of merchandise they could be selling at those concerts, besides the examples shown? Question open to anybody who wants to answer.

9) “IT’S THEM

THEY ARE SITTING TOGETHER

ALSO THEY WANT TO BRING TONY BACK HELL FUCKING YEAH I APPROVE THIS CHAPTER ALREADY”- I’d buy merchandise of those two doing a music video dance together whilst Tony does a smooth jazz solo song as accompaniment.

10) “I WANT PICTURES OF THOSE TWO ON A DATE GODDAMMIT”- It’ll be easy enough to get, just need to have a photographer hide out in one of the rose bushes that spontaneously generates in their presence whenever they’re together.

11) “So, the idea is more on the lines of souvenirs, they are trying to create a very specific atmosphere here, which is nice, but it means that they’ll need to be really creative with what they’ll be selling, their options are somewhat limited.”- Koichi saw his opportunity to get his opinion noted for the ‘perfect merchandise’ within those limited options and he took it, with a tenacity of will that would have made Knuckleduster proud if he could apply it to actual combat.

12) “OH GOD THE J-MAN ARE HERE ONCE AGAIN, OH THIS IS DEFINITELY GOING TO BE AN EXPERIENCE, ALRIGHT.”- Might you say… a Golden Experience?

13) “Second: Those girls are worried about koichi, as any grandma would be. They are wondering if he’s eating right and sleeping well, although, going by how he passed out of boredom one can say that he has no trouble falling asleep.”-Nor waking up, so long as the magic code words ‘Wearable merchandise’ are mentioned in his vicinity. It’s like smelling salts, and especially effective should Koichi succumb to sleeping gas or the like whilst out on the job

14) “Oh god, the beast has awoken from his slumber, and he look high as shit, as usual. Alright Koichi, do you have any suggestion, like a device to propel small metallic projectiles forward at high speeds?”- The same as his answer for any suggested group-creation project, with the cravat that he honestly does believe it’ll work somehow, like he’s mass ordering super Mario powers/costume changes to help him fight crime in different looks and abilities… Pop might need to schedule a counselling session for Koichi, I’m starting to worry that all this non-stop crime fighting is affecting his outlook on reality.

15) “If there was ever something resembling respect for koichi on their minds, rest assured it was completely and totally annihilated after that last… I don’t even know what to call it, so let’s go with “idea presented”.”- Even Teruo Thought it was a dumb idea/suggestion, and he’s a hardcore fanboy who shot himself up on trigger and had trouble with the law for a chance to meet his idol- that’s how inane an idea it was Koichi, and the distressing thing is you earnestly believe this, like some kind of Magic feather deal. One of these days Koichi, you’re going to have to go into battle hoodieless, and you better pray you know how to fight crime without your security blanket then…

16) “KOICHI PLEASE YOU’RE NOT A FUCKING KID, STOP MAKING A SCENE, POP IS GOING TO BEAT YOUR SHIT IF YOU DON’T BEHAVE YOURSELF”- everybody’s a kid at heart for that one piece of their childhood nostalgia, that show or tv programme that reminded you of what it was like to be young and carefree again before the weight of the cruel reality of this world bore you down to the ground and slapped you awake from your fantasies. Mine was either Avatar the last Airbender, or How to train your dragon, but I’m plenty sure there’s others out there with similar fond memories. 

In Koichi’s case, the hoodies remind him of what it was like to be a kid earnestly hoping to be an official hero one day and playing make-believe in preparation for that, much like Izuku used to play-act with his mom. And I think wearing the hoodie does act as a psychological trigger of sorts for Koichi to get going in ‘hero mode’ for real- sorta like he internalised the opinions everybody held about him being unable to be a hero on his own merits growing up, but wearing the hoodie gives him a sort of jiminy Cricket-like voice of confidence inside himself saying the sort of things he wished he could hear from others before Knuckleduster showed up, like ‘you can do it! Don’t be afraid! You got this! Etc’ which lets him act heroically, and thus feeds his delusion that he’s channelling the Power and confidence of All Might himself when he wears his merchandise. @thelreads

#bnha vigilantes #bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #vigilantes 36

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

For the soulmate au thing how about 2: name tattooed on wrist, for Rohan. Considering how popular he is there is no where near enough content for him honestly. Anyways, I love your blog and hope you have a lovely day!

I'm suprised too, he needs some love.

I hope you have a nice day too!

Chaotically in order

(yandere Rohan X Gender Neutral Reader)

Marioh Cho was a small town but it was also a bizarre one. Not that you could remember any other to compare it to. You just woke up one day in a tree with no recollections of who you were or how you got there, the only identification you had was a bag with the name (Y/n) on it. That's when you met the group of teens that would become your closest friends. Josuke, Okuyasu and Koichi and much like them the town was also just as friendly, besides the occasional rouge stand user of course.

You had managed to get a job in a cafe and a small rental apartment within a couple of weeks and life seemed to go quite smoothly for you. Of course you wanted to figure out who you were and how you ended up in such a predicament but for now you just wanted to plant your roots and keep it steady.

Today was a beautiful Saturday, so you had decided to catch up with Josuke and Koichi at the cafe you usually were working at. You had also invited Okuyasu too but he couldn't make it. You assumed it may have something to do with his father, however despite the lack of Okuyasu you all had a good talk until you looked in you bag in search of a pen to use for a drawing you were working on when your stand Learning to fly had activated and you had ended up with several different ones.

"Hey that's my pen I've been looking for it for weeks!" Koichi exclaimed as he grabbed one of them.

"Welp at least you have it back now, my stand really has a mind of it's own I guess..." You said as you rubbed the back of your neck with your free hand before searching through the handful of pens you had for the right colour until Koichi interrupted again.

"That looks like one of Rohan's pens, don't you think so Josuke?" Koichi said as pointed to a black and gold one amongst the rest.

"Yeah" Josuke agreed as he tried to snatch it out of your hand but you stopped him.

"Wait, Rohan?" You exclaimed.

"Do you know him (Y/n)?" Koichi asked.

"Not really but I've have a tattoo with that name on my arm for as long as I can remember" you said as you pulled it out of your hand and put the rest away.

"Maybe he knows something about how you ended up here" Koichi explained before writing down something on a napkin.

"This is his address, hopefully something good comes out of it" he said as he handed it to you with a wry smile on his face.

"Be careful thou, he's a real creep" Josuke warned with an annoyed expression on his face as he fixed up his hair.

"Josuke you don't have to say something so harsh about Rohan, I'm sure you only feel the way you do about him because he said something bad about your hair" Koichi said as he looked up at the other teen. The looked like they were both years apart but surprisingly they were in the same grade.

"Hey I'm not just gonna let anyone get away with dissing my fucking hair like that, it takes me ages to get it looking like this" he argued with a huff.

🖋️🖋️🖋️

You looked down at the napkin once more before nervously knocking on the door. You were anxious but also hopeful that this Rohan Kishibe knew something about how you ended here. You silently waited for a few minutes until you saw the door creak open slightly.

"I'm not expecting any visitors today, if you want an autograph then you'll just have to wait til the next issue comes out" the male said arrogantly as he peered through the door.

"I'm sorry but Koichi told me to come here" you muttered as you tried to avoid eye contact with his harsh gaze.

"Are you a friend of Koichi?" He asked.

"Yes" you replied. His expression lightened and he opened the door fully. You were able to see the male properly. He had short green hair that was held up by a zigzaged shaped headband and wore a baggy green and purple outfit.

"Well any friend of Koichi is a friend of mine, come in" he chimed as he moved aside to let you in. You quickly took of your shoes and put them aside before entering his home. It was fairly clean except for the occasional bundle of pens, pencils and erasers that littered his home. It was no suprise that he would have lost one at one stage.

"So what brings you here today?" Rohan asked as he brought you into the living room and sat down on his lounge and you followed.

"I think this belongs to you" you said as you pulled out the black and gold pen and handed it to him.

"So you just came here to give me a pen?" he asked in a sceptical tone.

"No... I also wanted to ask you something" you nervously replied.

"Oh you want to get a sneak peek at the latest chapter of Pink dark boy before it's published?" He asked.

"No, I'm afraid I don't know what that is..." You mumbled.

"Wait you haven't heard of my work before?!" He asked in absolute shock.

"No, not as I'm aware of... I can't recall much, I was here to ask you if you knew who I was?" You explained.

"You see I woke up a maybe just over a month ago in a tree with no memory of who I was or how I got there" you continued before lifting your sleeve up to show the tattoo on your wrist.

"I thought that you might be able to explain how I got this" you said.

A smile grew on the males lips as he  pulled up his sleeve to reveal (Y/n) written on it.

"So I assume you are (Y/n)?" He asked.

"Wait assume? how could you have my name tattoed on your wrist and not know who I am?" You exclaimed.

"It's a birth mark" he responded.

"And yours is quite possibly as well" he explained.

"But how could we have corresponding birthmarks?" You asked, you just couldn't wrap your head around it.

"I believe it maybe a soulmates sign, a symbol that we were meant to cross paths" he said slyly as a mischievous smirk drew on his face as he leaned closer to you, causing you to press yourself against the lounge as you felt his dark gaze violating you. This was what Josuke must of meant by calling him a creep.

"You know, I always wondered what you would be like..." He hummed as he  harshly grabbed your arm.

"Wait what are you doing?!" You screamed as you tried to get his grip off of you before he pinned you down and a creature that almost looked like a little boy appeared, he must of been a stand user. He noticed that your your attention diverted from him.

"Oh... Your a stand user too? Don't worry I just want to have a look at your memories... It won't hurt, I promise" he cooed before grabbing a pen with his free hand drawing across your face causing your face to peel back and. You hated this you felt so violated know that he was going to look through your memories, there may not be many but you still didn't want him seeing into your private life.

He hummed in delight and muttered under his breath as he read your life story like a book.

"Truely remarkable, you'd make a great character in Pink dark boy... A young person with amnisia trying to maintain an ordinary everyday life while also getting caught up in situations that could only be referred to as bizarre, a character with developmental potential... A character that couldn't be hated by the readers!" he exclaimed as he sat up and pulled you up before waving his pen in your face. You wanted to run away so badly, you would already be out the door but you just couldn't, your body was as stiff as a rock, unaware that he had already written his orders on you.

"I know you want to run but I need you to be still for a bit while I sketch you up" he said as he grabbed out his sketch book before pressing the pages on you face til it was closed.

'Oh Koichi, what the fuck did you get me into?' you mentally asked as he pushed you head lightly to the side. Fear just continued to build up in you

"Oh your such a perfect muse already... I could just draw you from every angle" he cooed.

🖋️🖋️🖋️

After all the fuss he made of drawing you he removed the writing he had wrote in earlier. You instantly ran to the door but you found yourself unable to turn the doorknob.

"Please, just please let me go!" You yelled at the male.

"No I have so much more to learn -" he said until his home phone began to ring and he picked it up.

"Oh Koichi hello... yes they're with me" he said. You quickly tried to grab the phone out of his hand but he managed push you to the floor and use his stand on you again.

"Oh (Y/n) are you alright? I'll put them on now" He said as he helped you up.

You grabbed the phone out of his hands and this time he didn't stop you.

"Hey (Y/n) how are you doing? I hope he isn't acting weird?" Koichi asked you.

"No everything's fine... I'm actually getting along with him very well" were the words that came out of your mouth which were contradictory to what you had tried to say.

"Oh that's good, I just wanted to check in on you that's all" he said

"Well good bye" he said.

"Bye..." You sheepishly replied before the phone hung up. You were mentally screaming as you realised how hopeless you were.

"You have such an interesting personality... I just want you to show it to me first hand" he said as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere jjba #rohan kishibe #rohan jojo #rohan x reader #soulmate au #spacy works

[danganronpa-21]

Chapter 5 Deleted Scene - Boy’s First Locker Room

Life is busy right now. Some parts of the business you will draw content from; others not so much. The stuff you won’t get content from is what’s most immediate, and so I present to you content until I can make more.

This is yet another deleted scene from Chapter 5 of The Old World’s Future, this one coming from the sixth draft. I am currently chugging away at editing to create the seventh and final draft, but I’ve known this scene was going to be cut for awhile. Fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I didn’t know it far enough in advance to not make an edited image for it -- so this one comes with an image! And cause I know there’s a chance that someone will ask... yes, they are wearing clothes. The sprites simply work best from the waist up. I’m not about to sexualize my boys and hopefully nobody else will try either.

This is meant to be a bonding scene between Koichi and Phoenix together; I hoped to play it to a comedic/bonding idea. It didn’t come out as I’d hoped across several versions and just generally didn’t add enough to the chapter itself, thus it was cut for time. Hopefully you can enjoy it anyway!

Is there a proper way to introduce someone to the locker room, if they’ve never been in one before? 

Please note that this question, is in fact rhetorical, because as far as I’m concerned there isn’t. There was no comfortable way for me to parade Phoenix into the locker room for the first time. But regardless of how well I knew that, I still had to do it. Hell, while I was doing it, I had the urge to hold on to his hand as if he were my son or something. The terror-filled world of the boys’ locker room would never be something I could protect sweet, innocent Phoenix from. We were both simply forced to dive straight in, and do our best to get the hell out of there as fast as possible. 

Still, that didn’t stop me from at least trying to give him a warning. Right as I placed my hand on the door handle, I turned back to look at him. Though I tried not to look concerned, my brows were furrowed. I pushed myself to smile a little. By that point, the idea of it was kind of moot. Based off the concern written all over his face, he already wasn’t convinced. 

“While we're here, it’s probably best to just try and get through it as quickly as possible. The boys’ locker room tends to be a bit… rambunctious. You’ve never really been in one before, so it’s probably best if you just try to stick with me. Stay out of trouble and all that, you know?” I offered, trying to be encouraging. Looking back at my soon-to-be friend, I couldn’t tell if it was working. He nodded to let me know that he did understand what I said, but the way he bit his lip made me less sure. The question that came after made me even less comfortable with trying to take him there.

“Pardon me, Naegi-san, but I do have one question to ask before we enter…”

Thoughtfully, I turned to him.

“What’s that?” 

“What exactly is it that we are supposed to be doing, in the locker room? I was under the impression we were meant to be changing in to our physical education clothes… for the activity? Was I wrong in thinking that?”

Oh no, I thought, he’s even more innocent than I thought he’d be. Even with all of the Japanese dramas Natsumi had claimed he was “obsessed with”, Phoenix did not actually have a concept of a locker room. He must have thought we were changing in the bathroom or something, like one would if they weren’t a rowdy high school student. Man, was I about to drop the bomb on him.

“Ummm… sort of,” I fumbled, trying to think of a good way to phrase it, “We are doing that, it’s just that… that’s what we’re doing in the locker room. It’s specifically a locker room meant for boys, because… well, because we all change in one big room together. It’s meant to be faster than waiting for a bathroom stall.”

Immediately a blush spread across Phoenix’s face, like he had just been told something irredeemably dirty. He almost seemed to take a few steps back, as if the news I had shared shocked him that much. I had tried my best to put it lightly. It was tough to know whether or not I had succeeded. 

“All of the boys c-c-change out in… in the o-open? N-no privacy or… or a-anything?” 

“I’m afraid not, but… It’s really not so bad, once you get used to it.”

“It feels like such an invasion of privacy!” He exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands. “I do not know how you could manage to change your clothes in front of other boys… I fear I will get self-conscious.”

I placed my hand on his shoulder. The hope was that maybe I’d comfort him a little, but who knew if that would come to fruition. I had been trying to not freak him out before, and look at how far that had gotten me. 

“Trust me, nobody’s even looking at you. Everybody is more concerned with themselves than what your body looks like.” I assured him. Deciding to take a chance, I puffed up my best proudly to make a joke. “Plus, martial arts has helped me get some pretty decent muscle, so everybody will probably be focused on me than they are on you.” 

I punctuated the end of my sentence with a wink, and successfully managed to make the parapsychologist snicker. Truth be told I did sort of have some decent muscles going, but they were nothing to write home about. It was more of something I said to help ease Phoenix in to the idea of changing in front of others, rather than being something that had some semblance of realness to it. I’ve never really been the type to brag about myself. 

“Thank you for your words of comfort, Naegi-san… I suppose that changing in front of others shall be yet another aspect of Tokyo life that I must learn to adjust to.” My companion replied gratefully, using his middle finger to push up his thick-rimmed glasses. “So I imagine that I will have to grin and bear it as we go in.”

Mustering up the most genuine smile I could manage within that moment, I nodded and pulled on the door handle. The second I put my weight on the door and pushed it open, Phoenix and I were attacked by so many things that I had begun to associate clearly with the locker room experience. Just opening the door offered us a tasting plate of screaming, banging, the pungent scent of sweaty freshman boys, the additional pungent scent of too much cologne, and the nearly unbearable feeling of dread it brought all who entered. Knowing there was no way I could save him from this torture, I didn’t turn to look back at Phoenix. The poor thing was probably traumatized already, so instead I ushered him in as fast as I could. 

“The sooner we get in, the sooner we get out.” I had assured him. 

I kept my hand wrapped around his arm as we wandered in, wondering if this was how my mom felt having to parade around three kids. If it was, I decided that I’d immediately need to buy her a cake or something. It was a challenge to not feel overwhelmed just having to look after Phoenix. Imagine having three little kids running amok. My mom is like a freaking superhero or something… But I digress. Having to look after Phoenix simply made me nervous. I made my best attempts to help him dodge the roughhousing boys as we ventured further in, and eventually we found a spot where we could get changed comfortably. Practically the second I placed my gym bag down on the bench, I let out a sigh of relief. 

“I must say, I have… never seen anything like this,” Phoenix confessed, glancing over at me as if to ask if it was always this way, “But I suppose I do see what you meant when you said that nobody would be interested in you and I. Everyone appears to be rather busy.”

“Yeah, they tend to do that. Best thing we can do now is to hurry and get changed so we can get out of here.” 

With those words, I wasted no additional time prying my bag open and taking out my gym clothes. Before Phoenix had even placed his bag on the bench, I was pulling off my blazer and unbuttoning my shirt to just get everything off quickly. As I moved to undress myself, he seemed to observe me with this distinct look of surprise on his face… as well as redness that I don’t think he intended for. 

“Something up?” I asked him, hoping maybe it would give him the hint to move along. Instead, his face only seemed to grow pinker once he noticed that I’d caught wind of him gawking at me. He rapidly averted his gaze. He hadn’t wanted me to know that he was watching me… but I could certainly see it. It had been written all over his face.

“No, I am alright, thank you. I am simply amazed by your speed.”

Pulling my shirt off my shoulders, I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah, I’ve gotten pretty fast, I’ll admit. It’s an art that you will learn in time. Today, you learn… ummm… uh…”

I noticed an amused grin begin to creep its way across Phoenix’s face as he watched me struggle to find the words. I hoped it was more of a finds-me-charming grin than it was a thinks-I’m-a-moron grin. 

“About bonding with our classmates via a scavenger hunt,” He supplied, “That’s what Ashikaga-sensei said, right?”

“Y-Yeah, right.” I said, pretending that I remembered. All I could actually remember from what our teacher said was that we were doing the activity in teams. Well, subdivisions, anyway. 

The activity was supposed to be a class versus class scavenger hunt, in which Class 99-A would compete against Class 99-B. As a class we were supposed to use the clues we’d been given by our respective teachers to locate each item, and then bring it back to our final class meeting point. However, because our classes consisted of so many people, our teachers had decided to split us off in to subdivisions. Each subdivision was still a part of the class team, they’d just be assigned a specific chunk of clues that pertained to a specific chunk of items. This chunk would match up with one from the other class’ subdivision, too, so it’d still be a race to see who could find the item first. 

If the whole thing sounds needlessly complicated, that’s because it was. But it was also a bonding experience that would solidify my relationships with my classmates, so I took it willingly. Especially considering that I honestly had a pretty solid subdivision. By some bizarre stroke of luck, Ashikaga-sensei had placed Phoenix, Natsumi, and I all in to the same subdivision. The only real downside to that was that we had another teammate, but even then, that seemed manageable. Sure, this fourth teammate was the Super High School Level Child Star, who had a reputation for being prissy and vain — but in comparison to worse things, it felt like a small price to pay. I mean, at least our fourth teammate wasn’t Asuga or something. Now that would have been a disaster and a half. 

“I do not believe I have done a scavenger hunt of this caliber before,” Phoenix remarked to himself, “Natsumi and I used to do them together as children when our families would set them up, but it was never anything so… grand, I suppose.” 

“Well, Hope’s Peak is known for being over the top. It was like that even before my dad became headmaster.” I snickered to myself, tugging my gym shirt out of my bag with a bit of a struggle. “There’s a lot you can get away with when you’re government-funded.”

My blond companion nodded, once again trying to avert his gaze. Honestly, I found the way he was avoiding me to be kind of cute. Like he had this intense need to respect me and my wishes, so he just wouldn’t look at me until I had finished changing. Talk about chivalry. Whatever girl snatched him up would be lucky indeed. 

“That is true. I have heard many stories about the exciting endeavours of Hope’s Peak students.” He answered. His face held a soft sort of smile, once that disguised an emotion I had been unable to place at the time. In a way, it struck me as reflective, but at the same time it had a twinge of fondness to it. And considering all he was doing at that moment was looking around in his bag for his own t-shirt, I knew it couldn’t be because of what was going on around us.

So, doing my best to make him comfortable in this new place, I engaged him.

“Oh, you’ve heard stories?” I prodded, “Do you know any alumni on your island?”

But just as the words fell from my lips, Phoenix’s smile suddenly turned forlorn. Without thinking I found myself opening my mouth to speak, but I didn’t bother to push out any words. By the time I was prepared to, Phoenix’s gaze became locked completely on my own. This was the first time he had looked at me since we had made our way into the locker room. Wearing this dismal grin on his face, he turned to me and uttered some words that seemed so obvious at the time.

“Yes… I suppose you could say that they were… something like that, once upon a time. Quite a while ago…”

#Danganronpa 21 #danganronpa 21 deleted scenes #The Chronicles of Chapter Five #koichi naegi-kirigiri #phoenix nevermind

[soaringlanddormitory]

Alright then here you go! I basically find each and every male of yours that wears glasses attractive (draw em all in suits and they can marry me) asdgfhkl...Oksy but I find Koichi to be the most attractive. Also Kaoru and Dai look good! And Hiro!! From the girls I find Yuliya the prettiest. Christelle and Mi are beauties as well though. And honestly Chiharu is very pretty ovo!

Thank you so much for this!!!

Have all my next gen glasses boys!! Yes this is the first time Yasuo shows up but I had to kjfbgkjfdg Killian is in everyone’s list holy heck he’s going to explode jgkdfbgk Stop Naoki because he’s getting his ego higher tHAN IT ALREADY IS Yasuo… doesn’t know how to feel so gjkfdbgj And Koichi is going to give you a large stuffed toy and he feels very flattered jgdkfbgjkdfg But his confidence and ego just got higher kjgbdfg

You killed Hiro!!! He feels really soft about this!! Dai feels so happy about it but he feels really flattered but he’s more focused on his student being real jgdkbg And of course, Kaoru, as always, has to mention he’s taken jkdfbgkjfdg

“Oh-! What pleasant words! Thank you so much, I’m glad you think that-!”

“Why… is everyone saying things like this today…”

“Awww thank you so much!”

Yuliya is very flustered by this?? Like she wasn’t expecting this??? She’s really happy though and I swear, she’s going to thank you a lot after her face isn’t as red kjgfdbg Christelle is red too, and she’s still not used to all of this gjkdfbg While Mi?? She’s just proud someone called her pretty jkfdbgkjfdg

“ajkfbdskjfsdbfkj????”

She feels so happy but she doesn’t know how to word it properly!! Don’t mind her, she’d probably give a smile while having tears because she got too embarrassed!!!!!

#ask

[wri0thesley]

y'know that one post where it's like *best friend calls me and asks abt what color my dress is for prom so he can get a matching tie and i asked "since when were we goin to prom and he's all like "fuck i forgot"*? how about that but with josuke bc i can totally see that happening with him, sweet precious babby (please and thank you, i need more josuke fluff in my lif e)

Having a crush on your best friend isn’t easy.

Having a crush on your best friend, who happens to be one of the most popular boys you’ve ever met, who has girls falling over his feet and friends hanging on his every word and a cool and mysterious aura that makes people just want to be around him - that’s even harder.

You’ve long since accepted that Josuke Higashikata would never be interested in someone like you. You’re awkward and he sees you as a friend and sometimes when he looks at you too long you blush and pray he doesn’t notice - he treats you like he treats Koichi and Okuyasu. You don’t think he’s ever imagined you in a romantic way in his whole life.

Still, it doesn’t stop you from dreaming. You think about holding his hand and going out for ice cream together, about running your hands through his hair when he takes it down from the pomp and playing with the zippers on the front of his shirt. Sometimes he puts his hand on your shoulder and it’s so warm that you feel like you’d die if you ever got to cuddle him. Sometimes he smiles so widely it makes your heart hurt.

Josuke Higashikata is a ray of sunshine in your life and you’d never, ever tell him how you really felt in case it makes him act . . . strangely around you. Sure, it hurts a little that you’ll never get to feel quite how soft those full, pillowed lips are, but it’s worth it to be able to call him a friend. Josuke’s the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

You know it’s hopeless, but as prom approaches you can’t help but think about what it would be like to walk into the room on Josuke’s arm, as his date. You think about wearing little golden peace clips in your hair, about how handsome he’d look in formalwear, about it would be to kiss him whilst you slow danced--

After you’d found the date, you’d tried to teasingly lead Josuke into revealing who he was planning on taking to prom and what he was wearing. You’d mention it and he’d go pink, mess with his hair, try and laugh it off - after a week, you’d dropped it. Maybe he wasn’t going at all? It wouldn’t be like Josuke to miss a party, but you guess he probably did have girls begging him to accompany them--

For the past three months, he’s mentioned prom exactly once, when he’d sent you a text saying he wouldn’t be able to meet you for lunch at the cafe like he’d said because he was going prom suit shopping with his mother. Your heart had done a funny little twist - he’d just out and out told you he was going, and he was taking it seriously enough to buy a suit, and you had no idea which girl was about to be on the lucky end of Josuke Higashikata’s presence. It had stung a little that he hadn’t said, but you guessed you got it - maybe he didn’t want the poor girl to be the object of jealousy.

He’d added a smiley face to the end of his text so you’d added one to yours, telling him it was fine and you’d take a raincheck, and then you’d bought a pint of ice cream on your way home and watched a sad movie and kidded yourself you were crying because the impossibly pretty lead actress had just been dumped.

You buy a deep purple dress without even realizing it because apparently you have Josuke on the mind.

* * *

It’s two in the afternoon and you’re still in bed, but when your phone starts ringing you groggily begin to grasp around for it, hands closing around nothing a couple of times before you locate the source of the noise.

“H-hey?” You mumble into it, without even checking who the caller is. “Hey?”Josuke’s voice comes through the speaker, chipper.

“Hi!”

You’re instantly awake hearing his voice, a smile obvious in his tone even though you can’t see. The way he talks just makes you imagine an excitable puppy on the other end of the line.

“Oh! Josuke! Hi!”

He says your name with a light laugh that’s almost teasing, and repeats a greeting to you in a way that’s affectionately teasing and makes your heart twist with desire to hold him and tell him how you feel.

You don’t know when you turned into such a romantic sap or what it is about Josuke Higashikata that makes you act like your brain and heart have both turned to jelly, but whatever it is they should bottle it and sell it in stores.

(You think about the first time you’d teased him, when you’d first met him, about the way he’d blushed when a pretty upperclassman had asked him if he was alright and how he’d blushed and held up his hand and protested; “N-no! I’m not like that! I’m a love kinda guy!”)

“Why are you calling me?” You ask him. “Not that I mind! But aren’t you supposed to be out with shopping in S-City today?”

“Yeah! I’m out right now! I bought the best new pair of Bally shoes to wear from prom, I can’t wait to show you them--”

“Josuke,” you say, laughing, “come on. I know you didn’t call me to tell me about the shoes. I know you well enough to know that you’d wait until we were all together to make a big deal and bask in our adoration.”

“They’re really good, in fairness!” He says, cheerfully. Josuke always manages to be cheerful.

He’d mentioned he was going shopping with Tomoko this weekend, to pick up some final bits and pieces and because his Dad had sent over some money from the US to celebrate him getting good exam results.

“Come on, then, Fashion Boy,” you say, “what’s the situation?”

His tone takes on a shyness.

“I. . . uh. I guess I forgot to ask you? Or I forgot what you told me. Um.”

“Spit it out!” You say, shaking your head and grinning. His unsure voice is so fucking cute. You think about the lucky girl who he asked out to prom and how she got to hear that voice directed to him and you want to die. Does she even know how lucky she is?

“I forgot what colour your dress is and I need to get a tie to match so uh-what-colour-is-it?”

His words all come out in a garbled rush, so quickly that at first you think you must have misheard it.

“Josuke?” You ask, and he makes a frustrated noise. “I. . . don’t understand?”

“What colour’s your dress?” He asks, again, obviously trying to be a little slower. “I want to get a matching tie.”

“Josuke,” you say, eyebrows drawing in in confusion, “That’s. Generally a couples thing?”

“Yeah? I know! That’s why I’m askin’!”

“Josuke,” you repeat, trying to process. “You should probably maybe call your date and ask her? We don’t all like, convene to plan dress colours? She might be wearing something entirely different to me.”

“I’m talkin’ to my date right n--!” He starts saying, frustrated, but then his voice cuts out. You hear a very soft; “Shit.”

In the distance, Tomoko rebukes him for bad language.

There’s a moment between you two where nothing happens and you can practically see Josuke in your mind’s eye, biting on his plump lips and toying with the tails at the back of his pompadour, cheeks beginning to flush red.

“Josuke?” You ask, as the silence begins to get too much for you.

“Shit.” He repeats. “I can’t believe I didn’t ask you--”

“Ask me what?” You say, even though a traitorous part of your mind has already begun to celebrate. This can only mean one thing, right? Is Josuke going to--

“Willyougotothepromwithme?” Josuke says, voice out in a rush, words tumbling over one another so quickly you can barely make them out. He takes a deep breath. “Sorry. Will you go to the prom with me?”

You bite your lip to stop the smile from sounding too obvious over the phone, even though you’re longing to beam out to the world what just happened to you. This kind of thing doesn’t happen outside of a romance movie cliche, does it?

“It’s deep purple,” you say, and then promptly slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the excited giggles that seem to want to issue forth. “A-ahh,” Josuke says, “I-is that a yes?”

You want to scream out. Of course it’s a yes. Anyone who said no to Josuke would be a fool. But instead you just make a coy little noise of agreement and you swear you hear the whoosh of air moving quickly as Josuke presumably fist pumps.

You hear one last thing before he disconnects the call - the voice of who is unmistakably Tomoko, Josuke’s mother hissing;

“You FORGOT to ask her?”

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #writing #josuke higashikata #afab reader #female pronouns #Anonymous

[bananagator]

Sushi Lunch

AU: Cat Rohan’s Bizarre Adventures - Rohan is afflicted by a Stand that makes him act like a cat.

Characters: Rohan, Koichi, Josuke, Okuyasu

Part 3/?

[Click for Part 2]

In which lunch plans go awry.  Feel free to send me messages/asks!! :3c

Rohan left his house.  He did not notice a certain black and white cat with green eyes watching him.  He did, however, give a jump as a car went down the street.  He walked swiftly along the outer edges of the crosswalks, trying to avoid the crowds of people.  He really hated crowds.  Especially when he got mixed up in them.  Plus, Rohan could not help but feel his skin crawl a little whenever someone was behind him.  Only the thought of Koichi kept him hurrying along to the meeting place.

He was less than pleased at the sight which greeted him when he arrived.

“Oh, it’s Rohan,” Josuke said.

“Yo!!” Okuyasu gave a little wave.

Rohan scowled.  Just what he needed for his headache.  Two loud idiots.

“Rohan-sensei!!” Koichi called.  “I’m glad you made it!!”

“Sure,” Rohan said, still a little miffed.  He tried not to let his unhappiness show and smiled.  “Good to see you, Koichi-kun.”

“Hey, what about us?” Okuyasu whispered to Josuke, who rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry about that guy,” Josuke muttered back.

“Well, shall we go?”

“Where did you have in mind?” Rohan asked.  “Tonio’s restaurant?”

“Nah, not today,” Josuke said.  “Me and Okuyasu already went there.  Place is totally packed again.”

“Yeah! It’s true,” Okuyasu said, nodding.  “We were trying to figure out where to eat lunch when we ran into Koichi.”

“Guess we can just sort of wander around for a bit?” Koichi said.

“Hey, what about Café de Maigot?” Josuke suggested.

“--Yeah--!!”  Okuyasu said.

“--No--!!” Rohan and Koichi shouted at the same time.

“Huh?“ Josuke blinked.  “What’s with you guys?”

“Yeah, why not? Their food ain’t bad...” Okuyasu said in bafflement.

“Ah!! Er, um... ha haha...” Koichi awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and tried to think of what to say.  “Oh, well, that’s...”

“Hah!!” Rohan scoffed.  “That place is a joke.  Their pitiful excuse for service leaves much to be desired.  I wouldn’t eat their food even if you tied me up and dragged me there.”  His voice dripped with unbridled disgust.  Josuke and Okuyasu exchanged looks with each other.  They had both seen Rohan frequent the café.  Something wasn’t adding up, but it didn’t seem like a wise idea to question Rohan’s sudden change of heart.  Meanwhile Koichi was shooting them a desperate warning look.

“B-Besides!!” Koichi said.  “Me and Rohan-sensei already went there recently, so it’s better to pick somewhere new!!”

“Um, okaaay,” Josuke said.  “Then...”

“Wait I got it,” said Okuyasu suddenly.

“You do?” Josuke and Koichi said.

“Leave it to me,” Okuyasu said and boldly led the way down the sidewalk.  All of them shrugged and followed him.

--

“Ta-da!” Okuyasu said proudly.

“Um.  Okuyasu?” Josuke said cautiously.  “This is a convenience store.”

“Yup!! Pretty great, right?” Okuyasu said.  “Told you I got this.”

“Y-Yeah...” Josuke said.

Rohan pressed his fingers to his throbbing forehead.  Koichi touched him on the arm in reassurance or perhaps the instinct that Rohan was seconds away from walking off.  Sure enough...

“I’m going home,” Rohan muttered.

“Wait, guys!!” Okuyasu said.  “Don’t you know what this is?!”

“What?” Rohan said sarcastically.  “A waste of my time?”

Okuyasu ignored Rohan.  “Look!! There!!”  He pointed at a large, colorful sign on one of the convenience store windows.  The sign boasted of an amazing half-price sale on bento lunches and sushi.  Beautiful pictures of nigiri sushi, perfectly golden pork cutlets, udon noodles, and inari adorned the sign.

“Wahh!!” Josuke gasped.  “Half-price?! And it’s today only?!”  He turned to Okuyasu eagerly.  “Okuyasu, you’re a genius!!”

“Right?!” Okuyasu exclaimed.

“--Good job!! Good job!!--”

“--Good job!! Good job!!--”

“Ugh...  Getting so excited over something like half-price sushi...” Rohan said.  “Those two simpletons have no sense of dignity...”

“It may not be as fancy as a restaurant, but there’s usually a good selection,” Koichi said.  “Plus, you won’t have to eat anything that’s hot,” he added.

“Alright, maybe just this once,”Rohan said.  He did have to admit, the food on the sign looked enticing.

They wandered up and down the bright convenience store aisles.  There were packages of instant ramen and yakisoba, koala bear snacks, all kinds of buns, cute boxes of various candies, and cheerful cartoon characters.  Josuke and Okuyasu frequently gasped, grabbed hold of each other by the arm, pointed at some item or another, and chattered away.  Okuyasu cried more than once.  Rohan stayed as far as possible from the incongruous pair.

Koichi tagged along with Rohan as he surveyed the different bento lunches.  Just as Rohan was on the verge of deciding between the eel special or a mackerel combo, Okuyasu came dashing up calling out, “Hey!! Rohan-sensei!! Look what I found!!”

Rohan scowled.  “Don’t shout at me.  We’re in a convenience store, not a sports stadium, so quit making a racket.  It’s embarrassing.”

Okuyasu skidded to a halt.  “Sorry, sorry, my bad,” he said.  “But look!!  Look what me and Josuke found!!”  He held it out to Rohan.  “It’s that character you always draw in your manga!!”

Rohan took the object from Okuyasu and raised an eyebrow as he turned it over in his hand.  It was a plastic-wrapped figurine of the titular Pink Dark Boy.  He squinted and carefully examined it.

“Tch!!” Rohan said.  “This paint job is atrocious!! They didn’t even paint inside the lines.  It’s downright lazy.  Not to mention the poor choice of color scheme.  What the hell were they thinking?! The neon doesn’t work at all.  It doesn’t even look like Pink Dark Boy.  It’s totally off-model.  I have half a mind to find the manufacturers of this shoddy excuse for a toy and tell them to fire the one responsible for this.”

“I don’t know, I thought it was kind of cute,” Okuyasu mumbled, scuffing his feet on the tile floor.  Rohan tossed the cheap toy back at him.  Okuyasu fumbled to catch it.  “I thought you’d like it,” he said.

“If you really want a figurine of Pink Dark Boy, I can tell you where to buy a decent one.  Don’t waste your money on something the creator didn’t put their heart into making.”

“Um, you could also check out my collection,” Koichi piped up in an attempt to cheer up Okuyasu.  “If you ever wanna come over to my house, I have a few limited editions, too.”

“Okay, yeah.  Thanks,” Okuyasu said and wandered off.

Koichi sighed.  “Geez, Rohan-sensei, you're so clueless.”

“What did I do?” Rohan asked.

“Try to dial it back, okay? I think you hurt Okuyasu’s feelings a little bit.”

“Fine, but I don’t see what the big deal was.  I was only being honest.  It’s not my fault he overreacts to everything.”  The irony seemed lost upon Rohan.

“Let’s just pick out a lunch.  I’m sure Josuke and Okuyasu will be wrapping up soon too.”

Rohan selected the eel special, and Koichi went with a chicken and rice dish.  Okuyasu had settled on fried pork curry, and Josuke got a sushi bento.

-- 

“It sure is nice that this convenience store has a little outdoor seating area,” Koichi said. 

“Yeah the other one doesn’t, huh? It’s right by the road after all.”

Koichi sat with his back to the store, and Okuyasu did the same.  Rohan sat on Koichi’s right, which left Josuke no choice but to sit next to Rohan.  It wasn’t ideal but much better than if Koichi and Okuyasu weren’t also with them.  Josuke did not yet realize that, in under five minutes, he was about to change his mind.

Josuke broke apart his chopsticks.  Rohan glanced at Josuke’s sushi and felt electricity shoot through him.  Perfect slices of vibrant fish glistened in the sun.  Rohan stared and began to salivate. 

“Time to eat!!” Josuke exclaimed.  He picked up the first piece of plump tuna and brought it up to his mouth.  Rohan felt something snap within his mind.

“Josuke!!” Rohan burst out.  “Hold it!! Don’t eat that sushi!!”

Josuke was so startled that he almost dropped the piece of sushi.

W-W-Wagh--?!” Josuke gasped.  "W-W--W-Wha--?!”  

Koichi and Okuyasu were open-mouthed in shock.  Rohan had his hand outstretched dramatically.  He and Josuke both felt their hearts racing for slightly different reasons.  Rohan heard a voice in the back of his mind saying that this was stupid, but he was not the sort of person to back down once he had fixated on something, and he certainly wasn’t about to let a chance slip past him.

“G-Geez Rohan,” Josuke started to say.  “What’s your prob--”

“Don’t move, Josuke!!” Rohan snapped.  Josuke flinched and instinctively froze in his chair.  “Whatever you do, don’t move a muscle.”

“Rohan-sensei, what’s going on?” Koichi asked.

“Wait, don’t tell me... Is it some kind of enemy Stand user?!” Okuyasu said.

“W-What?! An enemy?!” Koichi gasped.

“Are you serious?” Josuke managed to say through pressed lips.

“You really are clueless, Josuke,” Rohan said.  “You didn’t even notice it?”

“Wh-- Just hurry up and tell me what kind of Stand it is!!” Josuke said.

“It’s not a Stand!!” Rohan said.

“?!”

“Say what?!”

“That sushi...” Rohan said.  “It’s exquisite, don’t you think so?”

“Rohan, I swear t--”

“Before you eat that sushi, I have to draw it!!” Rohan said.

“What?” Josuke said.  “Is that all?! Geez you nearly gave me a heart attack!! Why the heck--”

“I told you not to move!! What if you ruin its perfect form?” Rohan demanded.  “All I want is to do some quick sketches.  Or are you saying you won’t even sit still for one minute before scarfing down that sushi? It’s not as though you’re in some kind of a big hurry, right?”

“Josuke, just let Rohan sketch it, “ Koichi said.  “He’s really fast.”

Rohan was already getting out his sketchbook.

“Ugh, fine,” Josuke said.  “But next time don’t suddenly scare me over something so trivial like drawing!!”

Rohan pierced Josuke with a hawk’s gaze.  “It’s not trivial, Higashikata Josuke.  This is art.  Capturing the essence of reality is what captivates the hearts of people who can appreciate true beauty.  Reality itself is entertainment.  However, in order to reach the hearts of readers, I must constantly practice and hone my skills to--”

“Okay, okay,” Josuke said.  “Sorry.  I get it already.  Could you just hurry up and finish your sketches so I can eat my lunch?”

“Hmph!! Lift it up higher,” Rohan said.  He gestured imperiously with his pen.  Josuke scowled but did as Rohan said.  Rohan sketched away while making a big show of hunching over his sketchbook and looking back up at the sushi.

Scritch scratch scratch.  Glance.  Scritch scratch scratch.  Glance.

“Aren’t you done yet?” Josuke complained.

“No!! You can’t rush art!!” Rohan said.  He got up out of his chair and began sketching the sushi from different angles.

“My arm is getting tired!!” Josuke said.

“Quit being such a baby.  You’ve fought powerful enemy Stand users while heavily injured.  Holding up a piece of sushi should be no problem for you.”

Rohan leaned in close.  “The knife-work on this fish is surprisingly good for convenience store sushi.  The marbling and the color are excellent.  And the rice is perfectly pressed...”  He leaned in closer.

“H-Hey...” Josuke said.

“Relax, I’m getting the details down,” Rohan said.  “This aroma is wonderful.  You can tell the fish was fresh caught.”  Then a glint shone in Rohan’s eyes.  “But... how’s the taste?”

Before Josuke could say anything, Rohan opened his mouth up wide and chomped down on the whole piece of sushi.  He leaned back, chewed blissfully, and then swallowed it.  Josuke’s jaw gaped in growing horror.  Rohan smacked his lips.

“Yes, it’s fresh alright.  Quite delicious.  I should ask where they acquire this grade of fish.  I doubt someone who works at a convenience store has such a high level of mastery over fish preparation.  I wonder who it is...”

Josuke turned increasingly red in the face. 

“Rohan!!” he roared.  “I’m gonna freakin’ kill you!!” 

“Don’t be upset.  It was part of my research,” Rohan said.

Josuke slammed his chopsticks on the table.  “I’m about to research my fist in your face, you dumbass!!”  His chair clattered to the ground.  Rohan bolted away like lightning.  Josuke was hot on his heels.

“Guys!! Calm down!!” Koichi cried out as Rohan darted around his chair.  Josuke overshot and skidded, but it didn’t stop him for more than a moment.  He lunged for Rohan and nearly smacked Okuyasu in the head as he did so.

“Hey!!” Okuyasu said.

 “You know something?” Rohan said loudly as he leapt over Josuke’s overturned chair.

“That was my freakin’ lunch!!” Josuke yelled. 

“I only had one!!” Rohan shot back over his shoulder.  “Then again,” he said, as he rounded Koichi’s chair a second time, “For thorough research, I should probably try one more piece.”

“Don’t you dare--!!”

Rohan stretched out his arm and plucked up a different piece of sushi. 

“I’m warning y--”

Rohan popped the sushi into his mouth and swallowed it. 

“That does it!!” Josuke shouted.  “Crazy Diamond!!” He grabbed his chair from off the ground and hurled it.  Rohan’s eyes went wide.  He ducked and barely managed to avoid the projectile as he dove behind Koichi’s chair to hide.

“Guys!!” Koichi said, his voice partly drowned by the sound of the chair splintering to pieces upon impact with the concrete.  “Knock it off!!”

“Are you crazy?” Rohan said, poking his head out from behind Koichi’s chair.  “Were you actually trying to injure me?”

“Hey Josuke, calm down,” Okuyasu said.

‘“But he--!!”

“We’re gonna get kicked out if you go breaking their chairs.  I’ll let you have some of my curry.”  Okuyasu had moved out of his chair and put his hand on Josuke’s arm in an effort to calm him down.  Josuke’s teeth ground together.

“...  Fine.”  Josuke walked toward the chair debris.  Rohan inched further behind Koichi.  He had a grin that almost seemed apologetic.  Josuke stooped down and snatched up a shard of the chair.  He shot a glare at Rohan who pressed up against Koichi defensively.  The fragment in Josuke’s hand glowed gold and the chair reformed in seconds.  Josuke carried it over his head and set the chair down harder than was strictly necessary.  He picked up his chopsticks and began eating in a huff.  Meanwhile Rohan was still pressed up against Koichi.

Koichi sighed.  “Rohan-sensei, geez.  That was a bit of a mean prank.  Not that Josuke should have thrown a chair at you, but let’s not fight.”

“Sorry, Koichi-kun, I couldn’t help it.”

“You should be saying sorry to Josuke, not me,” Koichi said.  “Go sit down and behave yourself.  I can’t eat my lunch with you up against me like this.”

Rohan obediently sat back down in his chair and began eating his eel as though nothing had happened.  He pointedly ignored the dirty looks Josuke kept shooting him. 

--

“Mmm, their eel is quite tasty too,” Rohan commented.

“You’re a real jerk, you know that?” Josuke muttered.

Rohan raised an eyebrow.  “You’re not seriously still mad over a couple pieces of sushi, are you?”

“I am mad!!” Josuke said, slamming his fist down.  “Besides, why not ask Koichi for food instead of stealing from me?!”

“I didn’t feel like it.”

“Rohan wouldn’t be able to enjoy my food anyway,” Koichi said with a laugh.

“Huh? Whazzat supposed to mean?” Josuke asked.

“Oh! Uh...”

“I don’t feel like eating hot food in the summertime, that’s all,” Rohan said.

“Hey... Rohan-sensei...” Koichi said.  "Are you sure you don’t want to ask Josuke about...”

“No.  I told you, it’s fine,” Rohan said.

“What? What? Ask me what?”

“Nothing.”

“But Rohan-sensei, he could fix up--”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Hey, hey, now I‘m really curious.  Tell me, Koichi.”

“Koichi-kun, don’t tell him.”

“Oh come on, after helping yourself to my lunch, you could at least tell me what you’re being so cryptic for.  What’d you want to ask me?”

Okuyasu watched this back and forth while munching on a slice of fried pork.

“Sorry, Rohan-sensei,” Koichi said guiltily.  “But it would only take a second!! Then you could enjoy your food better.”

“Koichi--!!”

“Well, see,” Koichi started to explain.  “Actually, Rohan-sensei could use your Stand’s ability, Josuke.”

“Oh really? He looks fine.  And why should I after he callously ate my sushi?”

“Come on, I’ll buy you some ice cream later.” 

Josuke’s ears perked up at that.  “I’m listening...”   he said.

“Told you, it’s not a big deal,” Rohan mumbled and sulked in his chair.  By now the promise of free ice cream combined with Rohan’s sudden demeanor change made Josuke forget his anger.  Curiosity had taken its place.

“Come on, you may as well tell me,” Josuke teased.  “Now that the cat’s out of the bag...”

“Hmph!!” Rohan looked away.

“He got a tongue burn,” Koichi said.

“What, is that all? Oh well, let me see, Rohan.  I can patch up something like that in a second.”

“I refuse!!” Rohan stood up and began to walk off.

“It must be bad if Koichi is asking me.  Come on, don’t be so stubborn.”

Josuke and the others were startled as Rohan broke into a run while shouting, “Never!!” over his shoulder.  

“Hey!! Get back here, Rohan!!” Josuke called.  “Geez, what’s his problem?”  Josuke’s exasperation was quickly replaced by a devilish grin.  He turned to his best friend.  “Hey, Okuyasu!!”

“Hm?” Okuyasu finished chewing his fried pork cutlet. 

“I could use... a hand.”  Josuke said.

Okuyasu’s expression was blank as he swallowed his food, and then he matched Josuke’s grin with his own devilish grin.  “Leave it to me, Josuke.”  Okuyasu stood up.  By now Rohan was halfway down the sidewalk.  “Hehe...”  he chuckled diabolically.  “You won’t get away!! The Hand!!”  His Stand manifested beside him.  He swiped away the space and...

Rohan felt a tug at his back.  He fought it; his feet started to slide. He dug his heels in, but it was pointless.  For the briefest of moments, he was suspended in the air before flying backwards...  Right into The Hand’s muscular arms, which wrapped around his slight frame to safely protect him from getting his skull broken on the sidewalk.  Not that Rohan appreciated it in the slightest.

“Let go of me!! Let go!!” Rohan shouted, struggling like a mad man.  Josuke sauntered around the table to stand in front of Rohan, whose arms were pinned firmly to his side.  Josuke stopped short of Rohan’s thrashing legs.

“I gotta hand it to you, Okuyasu,” Josuke said, with a big grin, “that move was pretty great.”

“Heh heh...  I guess you could say... Rohan-sensei played right into my Hand,” Okuyasu replied.

“--Good job!! Good job!!--”

“--Good job!! Good job!!--”

“Shut up!! Unhand me this instant!!” Rohan growled.

“Not a chance!!” Josuke said.  “Now then, say ‘aaah’!!”

“No!!”

“Don’t be so mad,” Josuke said.  He side-stepped up to Rohan and cheerfully reached out.  “I have free ice cream riding on this, so let me take a look at it...”

Rohan growled and growled as Josuke got closer.  He opened his jaws wide and attempted to chomp on Josuke’s fingers.

“Whoa!!” Josuke jerked his hand back.  Rohan’s teeth snapped shut on air.  “Are you nuts?!” Josuke gasped.  “Are you trying to bite off my fingers?! I can’t heal my own injuries, you dummy!!” Rohan only growled.  His teeth ground.

“Rohan-sensei, take it easy,” Koichi said.  “Josuke is just trying to help you.”  Koichi reached up and patted Rohan on the shoulder.  Rohan was still growling but he stopped struggling.  The situation must have struck a bizarre sight to any onlooker who was not a Stand user.  Incidentally, none of the people who happened to catch sight of the strange situation stuck around; they averted their gaze and hurried off down the sidewalk.  Josuke bore a nervous grimace, Okuyasu was wide-eyed, and nobody really wanted to know why famed manga artist Kishibe Rohan appeared to be floating and growling.

"Go on and show him, Rohan-sensei,” Koichi said.  Rohan sulked, and then, with a “bleeegh,” stuck his saliva-dripping tongue out at Josuke.  It was at this point that Josuke began to reconsider the deal, ice cream or no.  He drew back and winced. 

“Ew, that’s so gross, “ he said.  “Hm?”  He looked closer (but not too close).  “Wait...  That’s a pretty serious tongue burn, Rohan.  No wonder Koichi brought it up.”

Koichi glanced up.  “Whoa, even I had no idea it was that bad!!”

Rohan said something incoherent thanks to his drooly tongue sticking out.

“Eww, I really don’t wanna touch that...” Josuke said.

“But Josuke!! Rohan needs you!!”

“...  Two ice creams.  Deluxe ones.”

“Wha--? Yeah sure, whatever!!”

Josuke grimaced and gingerly reached out with thumb and forefinger.  Right as Rohan started to say something in protest, Josuke grabbed the very tip of Rohan’s tongue.  There was a gold glow, and then Josuke let go as though he had been scalded.

“Eugh!! Ugh!!”  Josuke shook out his fingers vigorously.  “Man, I seriously need to wash my hands.”

“That was seriously brave, bro,” Okuyasu said.  “For now, use one of my napkins to wipe your fingers.” 

“Thanks, Okuyasu, you’re a real life saver,” Josuke said.

“Uh, Okuyasu? I think you can let go of Rohan-sensei now,” Koichi said.

“Oh, right right!! Sorry, Rohan-sensei.”  The Hand dissipated.  No sooner had Rohan’s feet plopped back on the sidewalk, than he raced over to Koichi and half-wound himself around the boy.  He rested his chin on Koichi’s shoulder and gazed sullenly over at Josuke and Okuyasu.

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Koichi said.  He laughed awkwardly seeing Rohan’s cheeks still puffed out in a sulk.  “But at least your tongue feels better, right?”  Rohan made a non-committal noise.  It was tantamount to a “yes,” as far as Koichi was concerned.  “I’m glad,” Koichi said.  “Would some ice cream cheer you up?”  Nod.  “Well then, let’s get going!!”

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JJBA #Diamond is Unbreakable #DiU #Kishibe Rohan #Josuke #Koichi #Okuyasu #my writing #my fanfic #jojo spoilers #i am very well aware of the height difference between Rohan and Koichi #the mental image is hilarious to me so #i love these dumb boys #this chapter was supposed to have only one other scene but it got longer than expected again