Our Tiny Little Secret | Jotaro X Reader Omegaverse

Chapter 15

     "L/n! Get him! Hit him right in the ass!" Hiroshi shouted, grinning proudly as his thick arms forcefully held his own teammate very securely in place. He'd purposefully stuck the guy's wiggling ass toward me like the pervert I'd always suspected him to be.

    I flung the ball with a long, exasperated sigh toward the two idiots, the somewhat soft material heading straight toward Hiroshi's annoyingly bright expression. He simply moved his head away from the path, frowning at my own little grin.

     "You're gonna get your ass beat if you keep this up, Miura!" the victim pathetically threatened, hitting uselessly at his chest.

     "He's right, Hiroshi," I chuckled, picking up a second ball, rolling toward me as though it wanted me to blast it right at his face as much as I did. "Right now, you're dead to me."

     I drew my arm back, licking my curled lips as I sliced the air with my determined hurl. His eyes grew wide, and he dropped his grip on his poor victim, collapsing his knees to the gym floor all in such a slow motion compared to my approaching attack. It grazed his blond locks as they lazily fell with his weight. As he hit the floor, the ball slammed against the opposite wall to ours, an echoed bang startling each player into a frozen confusion.

     Every pair of blazing eyes flung toward me as the now deflated ball dropped to the floor with a much softer plop. Even Hiroshi looked fazed by the throw... the overwhelming strength behind it. I was frozen as well, my heart beating with an extreme intensity. I had thrown that. I... had done that.

     "Whoops," I practically stated, tilting my head blankly as though I wasn't surprised by the scene at all. "I missed."

     There were whispers, but no one moved. It was irritating, really. No balls were being thrown. No balls could be thrown because no balls were being thrown.

     I looked to my left at the supervising teachers. They were snoring in their chairs, lines of their drool dripping onto their shirts disgustingly. Then... I looked to my right. Jotaro stood beside me, looking not at me but down much lower at something else.

     "When did you get here?" I mumbled, tilting my head slightly in confusion. As a ball was finally thrown once again, more and more action slowly returning to the court, I let my eyes follow his gaze.

     My hand gripped his jacket, trembling and swollen mysteriously. I blinked a few silent times, but I couldn't fathom why or when I'd reached out toward him... grabbed him even.

     I quickly shook the thick cloth away, hiding my hand in my pocket. I was beginning to understand why it'd happened. My arm throbbed as I looked away from his confused gaze in frustration.

     "Sorry. Instinct."

     "Go to the infirmary," he suddenly demanded, beginning to walk away toward a stray ball. I watched as he glanced back at my motionless figure, my arm still trembling with a growing ache traveling through the limb.

     "Y/n!" Hiroshi suddenly cried, sprinting toward me with a teeth-baring frown of despair as though he'd just lost his firstborn child. His hands were roaming my every inch as he frantically shoveled short gasps of air into his lungs. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did he do something to you? You beat him up, right?"

     "When would any of that have happened?" I asked in disbelief, glancing up at the watered eyes of the toddler. "I'm going to the infirmary."

     "So he did do something," he accused, his teeth grinding together as a flaring red swiped away the pale hue from his cheeks. He glared at Jotaro, who was not oblivious to our interaction in the slightest. "I'll take you there. Your back is in no shape to walk on its own."

     "My back?" I questioned, swiping away his hand as it approached contact. "Nothing's wrong with my back."

     He arched a brow, swiping away my swiping hand and pushing lightly on my lower back. I flinched, quite obviously, looking guiltily away from the psychic as his other hand patted my shoulder reassuringly.

     "You've been complaining about it all day," he mentioned, sliding the evil hand higher on my back and pushing again. Only this time, it was to get me to move. "I'll take you there."

     I hadn't been complaining about my back; that didn't even sound like something I'd do accidentally. Hiroshi was clever, but he never really paid any attention to anything... anyone. I supposed it was because he admired me that he watched my every move. Perhaps he thought he would learn something. Who knew?

     I felt a small chill roll across the skin of my precious neck all so suddenly, my entire being fully aware of the hand that continued to casually slide higher on my back. He wasn't aware. I knew he wasn't, but why hadn't he stopped yet? As the gym door grew closer, I felt my eyes yearning to look back. Alarms rang... no, screamed throughout every little cell in my body.

     Get away!

     It was Hiroshi. There was nothing to be afraid of. Even if he was aware I was an Omega, he wouldn't attack me; he simply wouldn't care. I knew that was who Hiroshi was. I was safe. I was okay.

     I was okay.

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