Our Tiny Little Secret | Jotaro X Reader Omegaverse

Chapter 4

     Saito Sensei looked at me only momentarily before returning his glare to the chalkboard. I knew he would speak to me later, but I didn't really mind. I had a valid excuse prepared, and it simply involved the number two.

     Jotaro scoffed when I sat down beside him, probably knowing instantly where I'd gone for so long. His finger tapped at the dark wood of his desk steadily as the lesson continued, Sensei's voice quiet behind the pats of his finger.

     "Stop," I whispered, pointing with my pencil at the cause of the problem.

     He didn't stop.

     "Kujo," I growled, glaring at his indifferent expression with my teeth bared like a beast ready to pounce. "I can't hear him with your fucking-"

     Only his eyes shot toward me, the raging ocean roaring as it rumbled and flung in every direction. I shivered at the sight, my blood running cold from my eyes to the nails of my toes and fingers. My heart leaped from my chest, punching at my bones and skin to let it run free. I gripped my chair, blinking and swallowing in confusion, searching for any escape from the immense fear I shouldn't have felt from a simple gaze.

     He arched a brow, his tapping finally ceasing on the wooden surface. "Wha-"

     "Don't-! Don't look at me like that." My voice was so very low, nearly inaudible, quivering like a coward in its uncertainty. I hesitantly returned to my notebook, hiding my face in a waterfall of hair, laying it shamefully around my flaming features.

     Why had I felt such a way? I was supposed to be stronger than anyone. I was stronger! Why was I so fucking afraid?

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     "At this rate, you're not going to last another day," Kujo scorned as the last few people had left the classroom for the day. We still sat awkwardly at our desks, my hand working desperately to copy down the ridiculous amount of notes I'd missed.

     "This is all new to me," I sighed, dropping my pencil and stretching out my cramped hand with a tired groan. "It's not like there's a book I can read, or study, or whatever. I have to figure it all out. Cut me some slack."

     "Get your shit together, L/n," he growled, scowling at his paper rather than at me. "If you get caught, everyone around you will be investigated or practically accused of being an accomplice."

     "If you'd turn me in, at least you'd be safe," I chuckled, twirling the wooden stick between my fingers amusingly. "I won't get caught. Ah... but if you were to turn me in, I wouldn't be in a very good situation, would I?"

     "No," he agreed, leaning his chin on his hand with a huff.

     "You know, I thought you would mind your own business and let me get caught," I confessed, smiling a bit at the thought. "I don't like you, so that would be ideal for me and for you. It doesn't make sense to me... why you would help me without any provocation."

     He hummed in wonder, tapping his finger gently against his cheek. He then stood abruptly without a word and began to walk away.

     "Hey!" I called out, rushing to my feet in alarm. "Where are you going? What about your notebook? You need to clean your desk!"

     "I won't look at you as long you don't test me," he warned, tilting his head with a small smile on his soft lips. "Stop testing me, Omega."

     How could such lips belong to such an asshole? But... I couldn't even get angry. He was helping me. He was... my only ally. 

     "Don't be careless." I hadn't demanded it of him. It was more of a gentle asking of a favor. "Someone could misunderstand." Someone could be listening.

     "Get your shit together," he repeated as though it were a simple salutation.

     His fingers lifted a thin cigarette from its box as he disappeared into the hallway. His footsteps could be heard for only a few seconds longer. I had stood there all that time, wondering what to do. I couldn't tell my parents. I couldn't tell Hiroshi. I couldn't ask Saito Sensei for advice. I was stuck with an uptight prick.

     "Ah!" I shouted in frustration, slamming my fist against the corner of my desk. A chip of the wood silently tapped the floor with how minuscule it had been. Was I getting weaker too? "Where do I even start looking for answers?" I asked myself hopelessly, clenching my hand mercilessly as I stared at the empty doorframe. "Where do I look for a solution?"

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     "Our Routes: Origin of Our Mysterious Traits. Second-gender Anatomy. Wolves or Humans? Second-Gender World Records. Pros and Cons of Your Trait." The librarian sighed as she exhaustingly read the titles of the books I'd plopped before her. Her black cat-eyed glasses slipped down her nose on cue as she raised her dark orbs to meet my eager ones. "You can check out two books," she objected, raising two fingers with ridiculously long claws she probably thought looked nice. I cringed at the sight. She looked like a wrinkly crocodile rather than a human being.

     "I have an essay due tomorrow, Miss," I smiled politely, though her frown made me was to puke in itself. "My previous research wasn't sufficient enough."

     "Two books."

     "I'm not going to lose them. I'm not going to sell them, trash them, stain them, or let my neighborhood alpaca chew on the covers. I'd pay for each book that I don't bring back anyway."

     I walked home that day with two books in my cursed tiny hands.

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