Summer Of 1999 | H. Josuke x F!Reader

✅️ Episode 18: Kira Yoshikage Just Wants to Live Quietly & A Worrisome Wisdom.

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"Good Morning, Morioh Radio.
Accompanying you today is your neighbor

Kai Harada

Here's our first track for today."

"Something on your mind young Missy?" Pedro had your attention whilst pouring you your favorable morning cup of favorite tea.

"... I can never lie to you Pedro, might as well tell you about it huh?" You said with a know it all tone.

"I'm one step closer Pedro..." You said as Morioh morning sun shining through with hope in your desperate lense of point of view.

"Ah, is it about you know who?" Pedro's voice came across as sympathetic in your ears.

"...Yes. I'm one step closer to find him. The utter selfish scum of a killer." You spat, failing to perceive Jotaro's figure by the majestic doorway.

"You heard me refuse right away, didn't you?" A man speak to no one in particular.

Filling in yet another shift, a lunch shift in St. Gentlemen more importantly, you held a tray of freshly baked baguettes to fill in empty display tray and refilled them. Ever since your encounter with the ghost Reimi, you've been on edge with no solid reason at all.

Possible identity of who have killed your beloved mother along with the other misfortune figures really sink in within your mind to think about. The killer could be anyone, and that disturb you quite a lot.

"Have I ever made you feel lonely?" The blonde haired adult spoke again as you filled in the baguette's empty tray.

"Excuse me, pardon." You look down and apologize rather quickly, wanting to go back and stress knead some dough.

"No excuse me. I'm sorry I didn't see you there..." A foreign man spoke to you, perceiving your unique features.

"My my my, what a beauty you are young lady." The man compliments as he took one of your hand.

"You're too kind sire, sorry, my hand is probably all buttery from the kitchen. It's been a pleasure, but I need to get a move on, lunch rush and everything you see..." You talk rather quickly wanting to be alone as fast as possible.

"Then at least give me a name... you're not one to forget after all... hm? Oh you have a name tag." The man hustle to read your name tag but a figure gets in between you and the persistent man.