FEVER: CHERRY LOVER {✖}

TUESDAY . P2 {✖}

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"well would you look at that." an unfamiliar voice spoke nearby. kakyoin turned his head directly where the voice was located and saw a group of five guys together. they must be jealous of jotaro's popularity with the girls... jotato did seem to have a hate fanclub based on other men's selfish hatred and poor experiences with getting girls because of this handsome raven-haired man. heck who wouldn't fall for him? "hey ladies," the same man from before spoke again, "why don't you come and hang out with us instead? it'll be real fun~." he offered, expressing a somewhat handsomely, smirk expression to direct the girls attention to him instead.

this planned somehow worked until one girl insisted jotaro should come along. making the situation a hundred times worse for the poor kujo. "shit-". kakyoin cussed under his breath. this was starting to become more overwhelming difficult then he had anticipated from the start. maybe while the girls are distracted i could swiftly snatched jojo out from the arm- aH shit nO! the girls won't even let go an inch of him... dammit. unless perhaps... a diversion- oH! that's impossible, it'll take some miracle for that to occur. "come on now ladies, leave the poor lame kujo alone, let a true man treat you right~," he insisted, getting closer, "kujo is nothing but a selfish brat. he'll never treat you like i would-"

"oh yeah?!" a girl from the crowd exclaimed. "i'm sure he'll treat me better than you or your friends ever would! right jotaro?" the girl heart eyed stared at jotaro's ocean eyes while closely leaning towards him. fucking whore. the jealous cherry man thought.

"no." jotaro spoke coldly. "let me fuking go." he said, but unfortunately it only made the girls more eager until one of the guys 'touched' one of the girls. as he attempted to pull her attention away from jotaro. that went downhill immediately to no surprise but to the point kakyoin found his chance! a miracle! this is it! don't mess it up egghead! he encouraged himself. targeting his opportunity.

the crowd went wild, as the girls were fighting with the weird group of guys on how inappropriate they were behaving towards them, and how they eagerly tried getting jotaro to help them. jotaro knew what the guys were attempting was wrong but... he hated women. especially these kinds of women below him. he didn't gave a shit to what happened to them. eventually things got a little even more physical as the girls were starting to use fists. right then and there was the absolute perfect opportunity. jotaro was free from the girls attention and touch but just for a brief time. now! kakyoin ordered himself, as he crawled closer to jotato under the bushes, rose to his feet, and grabbed him by the arm.

jotaro was jolted back a little, slightly close to tripping. kakyoin turned around to face jotaro face to face. jotaro stood frozen, shocked to see kakyoin at the most bizarres of times. "come on!" kakyoin whispered, tugging jotaro to move towards the opposite direction of the group. eventually jotaro did as he was told and ran as quickly as he could with the man he sole wanted to see so badly yesterday, but... what was he doing here? especially at a uncomfortable situation he was dragged upon. and the man he desperately wanted to see saved him... when they finally seemed to be far away from the group and to themselves, they stopped running and try to catch their breath.

"k-kayoin..." jotaro stuttered out, gasping for air as he turned to face at his friend more directly. "w-why- where even!" he asked straightening himself, as he stared at his friend bewildered. "w-where... where were y-you?" jotaro questioned again, cupping kayoin's cheek with his warm hand, carrying a worried expression as his face was stripping with sweat from the running.

"o-oh you know... being at home... doing home things then school things-" shit. kakyoin was flustered and stuck. he didn't know what to say. everything he had planned before asking all vanished and replaced with anxiousness and fear. what am i fucking doing, shit shit shit. thoughts stormed into the poor cherry-haired boy. jotaro solely stared at him puzzled but immediately shook it off.

"why didn't you come to school yesterday?" jotaro directly asked, hopefully that should get the boy's head going correctly with a simple question. maybe this time he can finally get answers from that night! but kakyoin just stood there more quiet and still which was abnormal for him. jotaro's hands began to feel more hotter by the second as he realized his hands were still cupping kakyoin's cheeks. with realization, jotaro let go and set back a bit. giving kakyoin some space. "well...?" jotaro urge calmly.

"i was afraid to see you..." kakyoin quietly spoke, averting his eyes elsewhere purposely to avoid making eye contact which annoyed jotaro yet it worried him even more. especially with his response. kakyoin could feel his face getting hotter and the nervousness grew. sweat began to drip but it wasn't from the run. he didn't knew what to say or do or whatever he had planned. this was all so sudden and unexpected. he was absolutely frozen. this made jotaro feel more worried for kakyoin, and himself to a fear he may not be receiving answers he so craved, yet he continued to try.

"w-why..?" jotaro queried. there was only silence. "kakyoin," he started, "what's wrong?" silence again. "kakyoin..." hearing his name like that wanted kakyoin to resist the urge to cry yet he was still tearing up. oh he wanted to tell him so badly. that night. that wonderful night. he too question was it really a dream or fantasy and if anything was real anymore. he craved for a kiss again. oh what the hell is wrong with me? he queried in his thoughts.

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✖ this story has been marked canceled due to lack of interest/fixation in the fandom. may return but is unlikely, please do not expect updates anytime soon.