(my English sucks so be patient with me)
The alarm clock rang loudly telling me that it was time to go to school, I hadn't slept a wink all night... I've been in Japan for 3 months and the anxiety attacks have gotten worse.but I guess it's okay, I have to get ready to go to school.
I got up slowly from the bed looking at the uniform, I was too scared to go to class but there was no other way, my hair was dyed from Spain so I figured I would be the whole center of attention at school. I was lost watching nothing process my own existence.
ーshiro, shiro!ーI looked around in confusion, meeting my mother's gaze.
ーsorry, I was thinkingーI say rubbing my eyes, she sat next to me so I looked at her.
ーyou have been strong since Spain, you are capable, you have always made friends quickly, don't let your anxiety stop youーshe says with great concern in her voice, you could tell she was trying not to show it but I had already noticed it, the people around me behaved differently from that day on.
My mother got up leaving the room empty and I looked at my bedside table, there I had a box with all the things that my friends had given me throughout my life ーMaybe I make friends easily but they don't lastーI say taking the box in my hands, I had moved 5 times and changed schools 10 so they never lasted more than 1-2 years, longed for a lasting and strong friendship, "we will keep in touch" the lie that was always told when two people drifted apart.
A pressure in my chest also made a lump form in my throat, before the anxiety attack arose I got up to pick up my clothes from the chair so I could get dressed. I quietly left my room and went down to the kitchen. everything was still full of boxes so I had to fight not to step on any of them and I opened the fridge.
ーAre you going to eat something?ーMy mother asked, dipping her Magdalena into the coffee.
I looked at her in silence and just took a bottle of water she seemed to sigh.
ーhereーshe gave me a bentoーI know you're not usually very hungry but have fruit at least, there are cherries inside, I wanted to buy watermelon but in Japan it's very expensiveー I looked at my mother, I didn't want to worry her anymore, she had even remembered that watermelon and grapes were my favorite fruits.
ーthank you...ーI only managed to say that and left with a farewell look at my mother, she waved her hand slightly, I left the house closing it carefully and starting to walk. a few streets away you could see more students walking to the same place with the same clothes, I began to get nervous. I looked at the time and there was time to turn around to arrive just in time for the beginning of the classes but suddenly there were girls walking in my direction so I kept backing nervously until I bumped into someone.
(The italics will be Spanish)
ーperdón, I mean sorryーI say turning around to find a huge, intimidating guy. I froze, I was scared and I didn't want to get in trouble on the first day. I didn't know if he got angry because I talked in another lenguage that was not japanese.
A girl grabbed me quite hard and pushed me to the side making me almost fall silent. I looked in shock at the group of girls that gathered around that boy...they were shorter than me and they had pushed me with that force.
He kept walking with a gloomy look and I hurried past that crowd of screaming girls. From what I had heard his name was Jotaro
ーalright shut up you fucking rowdy bitchesーJotaro yelled. Hearing his words sent a shiver up my spine. that boy really scared me so without looking back I sped up towards the school which was practically empty. I had already talked to the director about my colored hair which he allowed me to wear, so he had already shown me around the institute although I had to go a million times before finding that class, the worst part was that I wouldn't remember where each classroom was, I reluctantly entered and sat in the far left corner by the window, the tables were arranged three by three and that didn't like me...I wouldn't want to sit with some undesirables for the whole year.
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。:゚cold゚:。 jotaro x reader
FanfictionーJotaro, are you listening to me? ー deep down I didn't want to hear him, his cold and short words end up scratching my insides, why do I keep trying? I squeezed my hands trying to cancel that state of anxiety in me, he scared me. -jotaro x y/n -afte...