Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Video Killed the Radio Star

On Friday at 6 a.m. you stood at the entrance to your school's football stadium.

"Are you sure he'll be here?" Jotaro sighed tiredly. He had agreed to meet you at the school. Classes for the day had been cancelled so there wouldn't be anyone else on campus but staff and personnel trying to fix the electrical problems.

"Almost definitely." You nodded, walking up to the chain-link gate that led into the stadium. There was an old rusty padlock holding the gate closed, you squatted down and fiddled with it, trying to guess the combination. "Tim's got a bone to pick with the football team. Since school's out for the day, it would be the perfect time for him to try swiping the season trophy." You looked up at Jotaro who was just standing over you. He always looked angry in some way, but right now it felt like he was growing impatient. "What's wrong?" Jotaro motioned for you to step aside. You backed up a few paces and watched as Jotaro's Star Platinum lightly flicked the lock. The gate slowly creaked open, and Jotaro proceeded inside.

"Compared to the motives of prior enemy stand users? This is ridiculous." Jotaro muttered listlessly.

"That goes to show the kind of emotional maturity teenagers have." You said following the man.

"I've never seen a stand user apply their abilities for something so juvenile."

"Say what you will, but I think this is an extreme but reasonable reaction. Maybe this is meaningless to you, but that trophy means a lot to my classmates, and Tim's looking for good revenge." You glanced around at the empty bleachers and field "I think his stand messed with his head or something." Jotaro stopped to look back at you.

"How so?"

"Well... Tim went from a mild-mannered wallflower to a rude bully overnight. I just thought, could his stand have anything to do with that?" Your stand user mentor stood in silence staring off into space for a solid minute. "Mr. Kujo?"

"Maybe." Jotaro muttered. "Different people have different reactions to stands, and stands have different effects on their users." He continued walking through the stadium and onto the field. You slowly followed him. Jotaro thought back to when he first developed his own stand. To many, it also appeared he changed overnight. In just a day he wound up in jail.

"I'm just hoping he's cooled off since yesterday."

"And if he hasn't?" Jotaro asked flatly. You unconsciously cupped your bandaged hand. It didn't hurt but there was a faint scar from the burn. Jaya had told you to take it easy since her hamon healing couldn't do everything.

"I'll improvise." You shrugged, summoning Golden Soul and looking around the stadium again. Jotaro paced back towards you.

"So, you don't have a plan?" Jotaro muttered through clenched teeth.

"I do." You said, not looking at him. "Unfortunately, it's only a rough draft at the moment." Golden Soul pointed towards the press box as it loomed above the field where you stood.

"Give me a break kid." Jotaro briefly hid his face with the brim of his hat "You're not being careful enough with this guy. Stand users are dangerous. They'll try to kill you any chance they get, you've seen it yourself. You need to get your guard up."

"Maybe you need to relax." You turned from the press box to look Jotaro in the eyes. "Being less guarded around you hasn't backfired just yet." Jotaro seemed to contemplate something before going back to looking around the stadium.

"Where's this important trophy you wanted to protect?"

"Oh, it's not here. All awards given to the sports teams are kept in the gym building."