I'll Chase You! (Josuke x Reader)

Chapter 3

Word Count: 3898

Josuke sat at his kitchen table with Jotaro, nervously fidgeting. He wasn't sure how to explain the current situation he was in...

Jotaro could tell he needed to express something by how his head looked downwards. "Josuke. What is it? I can tell something's wrong." He spoke plainly.

Josuke looked up at his nephew hesitantly. "I know... we're waiting for this stand to attack us." Josuke began slowly, watching Jotaro's expression for any hint of anger. "But I really need to go to a friend's house..." He sighed. Didn't seem like he was too happy about it either.

"No. Angelo might attack while you're over there." Jotaro crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. He already considered his word final

"B-but then my mom's gonna get so maaad!" Josuke groaned, dropping the side of his face on the table. His stomach churned with anxiety. "Damn Koichi..." He mumbled.

Koichi had come the previous day to check on how he was doing. He ended up mentioning that Y/N was sick while Josuke's mother was in earshot.

Jotaro raised a brow, looking down at his uncle. "Why would she be mad?" He asked.

Josuke raised his head up, combing his fingers through his hair. "She wanted me to bring them a whole pot of soup she'd made. They're super sick and--" Josuke was interrupted by Jotaro sighing deeply.

"I know who you're talking about... Fine. We can go but only for half an hour. No longer." Jotaro stood up, looking at the watch on his wrist.

Josuke beamed, making his way to the fridge to get out the soup. "Thanks Jotaro!" He said, as they made their way out the door and towards your abode.

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You felt your body was actually fighting off this sickness now! Although limited, you could slowly make your way downstairs and actually do something for once! Turn on some god damn tunes!

Laying in your bed upstairs all day was mind numbing, especially when you couldn't tell what time it was, passing out frequently! Having the radio on would serve to at least have some white noise on the background while you slowly succumbed to the death of this fever.

You turned the knob of the radio once you had successfully wobbled your way to the kitchen. Then, you took a moment to catch your breath by holding the counter. "Shit... Can I at least make it back to the living room without sweating balls?" You groaned.

The tune of Morioh's #1 radio station began playing. It was a great resource for entertainment, traffic, and even the weather! However, you perked up when hearing it would be raining today.

Listening for a few more minutes, just leaning on this counter, you heard the front door opening. You carefully made your way out of the kitchen, spotting the pompadour before the actual person made it through the door.

"Oi, Y/N!" Josuke exclaimed, holding a big pot in his arms.

However, your eyes quickly made their way upwards to the taller gentleman behind Josuke. He looked back at you with a kind glint in his eyes, even though his face was practically unreadable.

"You're walking. I see you're feeling better." Jotaro said, walking around his uncle to make his way towards the kitchen. "Josuke! Set the pot on the stove so I can reheat the soup!" His voice was intimidating, especially in its louder volumes.