The sun warms your face as it shines through the large window in your room. Your alarm rings, and you swing your legs out of bed. You turn it off and push away the thin curtain blocking the beautiful day outside. The air in your room is stuffy from a restless night; its remedy is letting in the outside freshness. A soft breeze pushes into your room, making the curtains dance. Your regular morning routine commences, and as you brush your hair, you wonder how today will go. The endless anxiety and fear are apparent in your demeanour. Your parents pick up your subconscious hints and begin to question you. Once again, exams show one good purpose for existing. They wish you an extra good day and some good luck on the side.
Once you arrive at school, you see your friends waiting for you at the gate. They're a bit weird sometimes, but you can't help but love each one's individuality. Everyone has something to bring to the table, and that makes the friend group great to you. The gossip and banter accompany the group as they walk into school, filling the air with energy. They walk with you until you reach the door of your first class, leaving an echo of goodbyes and see you laters. More small talk takes up your time with classmates. The crowd hushes down once the teacher enters the class, so it begins. The lecture eventually melts into a mumble that becomes the background noise to your internal monologue. You look out the window, watching the birds fly in the summer sky, envious of their freedom and lack of responsibilities. Although being a human comes with a tremendous natural advantage, life would be much simpler if it wasn't so brutal. Although your problems are like mosquito bites in comparison to the horrors of the universe, you reassure yourself that problems are still problems, regardless of size. Maybe the murmur of the philosophy class is slipping through.
You raise your hand and request to use the bathroom. A slight head nod from your teacher sends you out the door. As you turn a corner, you see Jotaro walking in your direction from the opposite end of the hallway. Your feet stutter, but now is not the time to look any more suspicious than you do. With a quick breath in and straightening your posture, you look forward, anticipating his gaze. The bathroom is right there, but he's walking faster than you. It's inevitable you will pass by him. To your surprise, you walk right past him. The breath you didn't know you were holding comes out in a big huff and a sly grin twists on your face.
"You."
His voice stops you in your path. Any relief you once had has disappeared and been replaced with a booming heart. You turn around to face him, holding your breath again. Jotaro stands only a few meters away, yet it seems like you could never reach him. From underneath the visor of his hat, his eyes freeze onto yours in search of anything but his face. He slowly walks towards you, hands in the pockets of his pants. It felt like his shoes clicking against the polished floor was time itself. Every step he took held such power and control. Even though it was broad daylight, a darkness seemed to surround him. You look up at him once he stands close enough to make you uncomfortable. A sickening mix of cologne and cigarettes flavour the air around you two.
"I've had some crazy bitches want me, but none that would try to follow me. Who are you?"
Initially shocked that he is speaking to you and then shocked he would group you in with the 'crazy bitches' of his entourage, you respond with a healthy dose of sass and defensiveness,
"I was on my way to grab coffee yesterday. I don't know what you were up to."
He doesn't seem pleased with your answer. He adjusts his hat, tilting it slightly downwards,
"Give me a break. For almost an hour, you were looking for this coffee store. What a load of bullshit. If you want to fuck, you could've said earlier, but I still would've said no."
Whatever excitement you felt about him has just been blown up, leaving nothing behind. Does he think he knows it all? Then again, he remembered how long you two were walking and your face. Time to investigate him a bit more,
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But Not For Me ✷ Jotaro X Reader ✷
Roman d'amourWhat is second nature to you? The same as breathing in and out? What have you found you can't let go of? Or is it just the image you made of him? Wanting him, thinking of him, and him. You become victim to Jotaro's undeniable appeal. There's nothing...
