Vows- Jotaro Kujo x Reader

~Part 1~

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"Jo-"

You were about to call out to Jotaro after spotting him at the top of the stairs however your voice was abruptly cut off as soon as you saw him plummeting down the steps. Your eyes widened and you dashed to where the boy was sprawled out on the ground.

"You alright Jojo?" you asked the vexed boy with a nervous laugh.

Jotaro groaned a bit as he squinted up at you.

"I'm fine..." he grumbled in response.

You sighed, kneeling down in front of him with a playful twinkle in your eyes.

"You descended with such grace." you teased.

You looked of the glowering male, a smirk on your face. Jotaro sighed and lowered his hat in front of his eyes.

You flippantly interrupted Jotaro prior to him being able to finish his habitual phrase , mustering up as deep of a voice as you could in order to mimic him. You snatched his signature hat off of his head, placing it on your own. You stood up to spin around, giving the annoyed boy a peace sign.

"I can definitely pull this hat off better than you can." you announced proudly.

You smiled when you saw his doe eyes as he longingly looked at the hat. For a moment, he appeared to be like the child he once was prior to growing into a lamppost. Well, a buff lamppost.

He felt lost without that hat on his head. Onlookers seldom managed to capture a glimpse Jotaro making any facial expression outside of a (￢_￢) or an occasional (￢‿￢ ) that only you had the caliber to bring onto his predominantly imperturbable face. Let's be real, the hat was a part of him.

Jotaro was his hat.

Preliminary to Jotaro being able respond to your teasing, your attention was diverted by the anxious squeals of the overzealous fangirls who were frantically racing down the steps to check on their  b e l o v e d  JoJo.

"They're really pitiful aren't they? You literally treat them like utter crap and they just keep coming... huh. Talk about dedication." you pointed out, your expression pensive as you observed the barrage of females approaching the two of you. 

Jotaro winced at the wound on his leg and released a heavy sigh at your comment. He could care less if those insufferable girls liked him or not. As long as you liked him, no one was relevant to him.

Considering that you were best friends, of course.

No additional reason.

It was a funny and a rather, b i z a r r e ( ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ) combination, the two of you; the stoic, delinquent, Jotaro Kujo, and the free- spirited, eccentric (F/n) (L/n).

You were about to say something else however your face dropped as you looked down and detected the bleeding gash on Jotaro's leg.

"Jotaro-" your voice faltered as you were cut off by the perturbed squeals of all of the fangirls who made their way down the stairs.

You were pushed back by the crowd and yelped as you inevitably tumbled to to the ground.

"Lord have mercy these girls are annoying as hell..." you grumbled under your breath as you glared at the crowd surrounding the black haired boy.

As much as you wanted to be nice, you were really beginning to understand why Jotaro got so annoyed by them. They really were relentless. You shuddered at the thought because quite frankly they were kind of scary.

You brushed your skirt with your hands and winced a little at the small cut that you now had on your palm. Your eyes landed on the group, a dark aura practically surrounding your presence. You found your irritation exacerbating by the second as you saw the irksome girls flocking around Jotaro. You couldn't understand why it bothered you THIS much though.