❝ 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 '𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋' 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄- 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. Naturally, it suited her in spirit, yet flatlined when it came to capturing the manner in which she would tuck the length of her hair out of her eyes while watching the television set Tomoko had set up in his room, or her usually capricious manner of speaking. Yet, 'Girl' would have to do, as he had close to nothing else to erect the basis of the nickname on. Josuke quickly shrugged it off, feeling it redundant to worry about such trivial affairs in the long run. In the short period of time to which he had dedicated to her that weekend, he managed to collect information that fell short to oblivion, a fact that impressed much more upon him rather than her. He failed, which was beginning to become much more inconsequential with each additional offense. Hopefully Jotaro would manage to accomplish what he was unable to, despite how daunting the challenge was in of itself. At least he wouldn't have to worry any longer once she was finally out of the mass of his pompadour.
Perhaps it was a condign punishment for him for her to recollect nothing of the past. He knew nothing of her background, nor did she. Although, they hadn't spoken particularly much- primarily due to her reluctance and lacking first impression on his part, which pissed him off predominantly because of how he couldn't blame her for the way she felt. A fitting punishment for his splay of frailty, no matter how short lasted it had been. The fact it had ever happened at all was a flagrant black mark staining a record of long standing masculinity that had been tainted at the expense of his dignity.
Regardless of social constructs, he found some solace in the way of school- a thought he would've seldom welcomed in the past, yet eagerly anticipated now. The foremost edge of his house slipped repeatedly tapped against the scratched wooden floors of his hallway, his arms crossed across the expanse of his chest as he stood behind the door of his- (her?) bedroom. The girl had been hiding herself in there for the vast majority of the weekend, and the fact she had been sleeping in his bed made him squirm.
The Higashikatas resided within a small condominium in the suburbs, and Josuke and Tomoko alike were both still reluctant to even enter Ryohei's room. This left the amount of space within the small building to be sparse as best, what with no additional rooming areas for guests, and Josuke had paid the price by having been confined to the couch for the weekend in order to make room.
And it wasn't like he had been receiving anything on his end in the first place.
Thirty three hours. Thirty three hours had passed since she had arrived, and the multitude of his grief had slowly melted into a thick sheen of an uncharacteristic lack of concern for much of anything, consuming his being entirely. The only productive events that had occurred over the weekend had been his passing of a particularly difficult level of Street Fighter, and the phone call he had made to Jotaro which was much lengthier than what he predicted the man usually put up with over the line, and even more so in the way of unpleasantries. They were to meet up at some inconspicuous rinky dink corner cafe in a few days, and it was entirely Josuke's responsibility to keep her safe until she was in the care of his nephew. Thus, he had convinced his mother to allow him to drag her to school with him, hopefully not garnering any unwanted attention from teachers and some of his more... 'enthusiastic' fan girls.
