Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Little High, Little Low

Friday morning was eventful to say the least. At seven o'clock you were climbing out of Vita's second story window in a pair of poorly fitting jeans, and a Pink Dark Boy T-shirt. Vita offered to sneak some breakfast up to you before leaving, but you decided to leave before his parents realized you were there. The climb down was much less daunting with an absence of killer crawlers and heavy rainfall.

You also didn't feel like eating as you made the walk of shame back home. Thinking about the tongue lashing you were about to get from Senora Jones made you lose your appetite.

The streets were empty as you headed home. Every crack and divot in the asphalt had been turned into a puddle.

You relaxed a bit when the bakery came into view. After the hectic evening you had, it was nice to be home, even if there was a reprimand behind the door. You tried going through the front door, but it was locked. Luckily you had a key to the back door. When you entered the bakery kitchen you found a note in your mother's handwriting.

'Do not go anywhere after school. You will work a shift in the bakery.'

It was unexpected, but given the fact Senora Jones probably stayed up late waiting for you, it made sense for her to want to sleep in before getting to work. As quietly as possible, you got your school supplies and left. The walk from Vita's house are up most of your time, so you weren't left with enough time to change out of Vita's loaned clothes.

The walk to school was uneventful. You hadn't seen or talked with Jaya since the hospital incident, and Vita was nowhere in sight when you left the bakery. Julius was also out of the hospital now, so you assumed Jaya was busy helping him recover, and readjust to life now that he was a stand user. Given your luck, it wouldn't be long before you ran into him again, especially since he was a stand user now. You were starting to think your excited utterance yesterday about stand users being magnets for one another wasn't that far from the truth.

The school was as lively as it always was. Despite the fact you came to school alone, you had the oddest sensation of being watched. It wasn't quite the same as when you were fighting Quiet Riot. This sensation was much less supernatural. You could have sworn you caught a bubblegum pink blur in the corner of your eye every time you turned around.

As you were heading to your first class of the day, you stumbled upon a familiar scene, and a familiar face you weren't expecting. Blake Greenmin. He was harassing Tim, however this time it seemed Tim was standing up for himself.

You couldn't tell what the boys were talking about, but Tim looked ready to bitch slap the guy. It was difficult to invoke that level of emotion in Tim, you knew it firsthand. Blake noticed you approaching before Tim since the usually stoic boy was in the midst of a bit of an outburst.

"Just because I never did anything before doesn't mean I wont say something when you act like such a bast-"

"What's going on here?" You quickly interjected, placing a hand on Tim's shoulder as he calmed down.

"Timmy and I were just talking." Blake gave you one of his typical mocking smiles. "No need to get involved."

"Well now you're talking with me." You said coldly. "If you would excuse us." Tim looked at you worriedly, but you motioned for him to go ahead and get to class. Blake made no move to stop Tim as he left. He also made no objections as you led him to a more private area. After making sure the two of you were tucked away in an isolated corner you let go of your façade and openly glared at the boy. Meanwhile Blake calmly positioned himself against a nearby wall.

"My offer still stands Jojo." He teased.

"Don't call me that."

"What? Worried your darling little Jaya's feelings will get hurt?" Blake failed to hide a smile at how the mere mention of Jaya's name from his mouth got a rise from you. "I'll admit," he continued, "I wasn't expecting her to be so strong, however she's still not a stand user, I could make her do whatever I want. I bet with some persuasion and a bit of force I could-"