"Oh no, holy fuck, what came over me?" Kakyoin cursed himself as he got home. "I could have just kept it as a fun little friend thing, but I just had to fuck it up...that's all I ever do,". He kept talking to himself for 20 minutes straight*. He jumped onto his bed, face first, and kicked his legs, banging them into the mattress multiple times. He was so embarrassed. The kind of feeling that makes you want to rip off your own skin and hang it out to dry.
His 'tantrum' was interrupted by his mother coming home. The one thing he was dreading. He decided it was best to head out, she wouldn't really notice if he was gone anyways. He got his skateboard (which he didn't use all that often), and a sketchbook, and jumped out the window. He landed in a bush and scratched his leg, but ignored it, since it never drew blood. He got on his skateboard, and went through an alleyway.
Kakyoin's original plan was to head to the park, but thought it would be boring, and decided to head to the beach instead, since they always had nice views. A perfect sketching opportunity.
~MEANWHILE~
"Ah, Jotaro, Mom's home!" Holly shouted in a soft voice. She had just gotten back from the store. Though, Jotaro didn't really have a clue to what she was buying. He was sitting on the couch. Not watching TV, not reading a book, just sitting there, with a far away look that seemed like he was staring daggers into the universes heart. "Er, J-Jojo?" she said, standing in front of her child, placing her two bags down. He looked up at her with a completely neutral face (which was ironic since it was coated in a small rosy blush).
"What?" He said simply.
"Erm, are you alright?" Holly said, sitting next to him now. He looked at her for a second, then looked down. He got up and walked to his room, without saying another word. Holly watched him leave, and stood processing what just happened.
A few minutes passed and Holly jumped a little bit when she heard the front door open. Then a bang.
"Holy shit!" A man said, "Curse the Japanese and their tiny doors!".
"Papa, are you okay?" Holly said running over to her father, Joseph.
"I'm fine sweetie," He replied, rubbing his head. "Where's my adorable grandson?".
"Well, I don't know if he's doing so great now, I think he has a fever," Holly said sadly.
Joeseph looked down for a second and looked back up. "Well maybe he'll be fine in the morning,".
As his mother and grandfather were enjoying themselves a few rooms over, Jotaro was very much not enjoying himself. His mind was racing at speeds that probably weren't humanly possible. It went a little something like this:
'Holy shit did that just happen? I swear that didn't fucking happen. Not like that's bad or anything. What am I saying it is bad, everything's going to be so embarrassing, I'm actually going to kill myself. Oh god. Oh shit. Fuck. I like him right? Why am I so worried? It's gonna be normal right? Nothings going to be bad. Yeah. Fuck. He kissed me. He kissed me? I wish he would have stayed a little longer now it's awkward-'
You should get the gist of it. He didn't sleep at all. And no, he was not going to be fine in the morning.
Thankfully, he wasn't the only one.
~TO BE MOTHERFUCKING CONTINUED~
In short. I was grounded. That's why I didn't post. Love u lil shits.
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What Loving You Is Like
RomanceAU where stands don't exist. Jotaro was never one to be soft. He never thought he would fall in love. But why was he so nice to the boy with red hair. He didn't know either. I do not own these characters
