Cupids Got Me In A Chokehold (Yandere Jotaro Kujo x Reader)

Same Old, Same Old

Monday rolled around and to your unpleasant surprise Kujo was there, clearly evident from the screaming fangirls. But were you going to let it dampen your mood? No way! 

...okay well maybe a little, but only a smidge! Because one of the few things you looked forward to in life was happening today, your one and one time with your home ec teacher. You've always loved the idea of being able to cook nice fresh home cooked meals for yourself and finally worked up the courage to ask your teacher for some extra help with some things after school hours. She agreed so on Mondays and Wednesdays, the only days when your boss actually gave you some time after school to do something, you spent nearly an hour by her side practicing things you only hoped to do, and others that you've never heard of!

Surprisingly enough your school was pretty highly rated for its home ec class, the teacher being competent and actually knows what they're doing instead of just putting some recipe they've found on the board and sitting back the whole time doing god knows what.

These were the only two days where you got up with the rush of students to leave class, you wanted as much time as possible to soak up any information given to you. Not that you'd tell anyone but you take great care in writing everything down you learned that day in a cutesy notebook you bought, making fancy headers and everything, even finding some study tips for notes in an old text book a while back.

Entering the classroom your teacher had some things prepared for the day. You offered many times to pay for the food that was used but she always refused.

"Good afternoon (Y/n)," your teacher greeted with a sweet smile, "how are you doing today."

"Mighty fine now that I'm here!" You mused and set your bag down on one of the chairs and went over to a sink to wash your hands. "How are you doing, Miss Yamato?"

"I'm doing fine as well. Do you remember where we left off?"

"Yep!" You then went on to explain what you did last week in great detail, something your teacher found amusing with how enthusiastic you got about cooking, reminding her of herself when she was younger.

"Right, honestly I don't know why I ask since you'll always know. Well, let's get started then." The hour went by too quickly for your liking, but you were used to being disappointed and this was a minor heartache compared to other things going on in life.

"Say, (Y/n) have you thought about joining the cooking club? I'm sure it's something you would enjoy, the other students are almost as passionate about it as you."

"Ah, well, I really don't think I'd be able to. Most of my free time is already taken up, and I really don't want cooking to become a chore for me, just another task to be checked off. Ya know?"

"Yes, I Understand what you mean. If you don't mind, can I ask what you're doing with your free time?"

"Um, I work on most days and only really have the weekends off. So then on the weekends Im spending most of that time I have left working on school work."

Miss Yamato frowned slightly, "Do you really work that much?"

"Unfortunately I do, but I'm saving up for college so I really don't mind!" You said smoothly. This though, was a complete lie. You know you won't be able to go to college. You're paying the bills for that Shitty apartment after all, as well as for the food and your father's addictions. You didn't want to be the one enabling his addictions but the consequences of what he does when you don't scares you far more than when he does have his vices. So, what little leftover money you had you were saving so that once you graduate you can leave your father and never look back, maybe moving out of the city and working at a ma and pops type restaurant.

Not letting your thoughts drift too far into fantasyland you said your farewells to your teacher and left for work, running part of the way so you wouldn't be late. Walking in you went straight to the bathroom and changed from your school uniform to your work one, leaving your stuff in your locker, you went out front and your coworker greeted you with a smile. He was also a high schooler but went to a different one. It was a bit far from this store and you were curious as to why he decided to work here and not somewhere closer but you never asked, didn't want to bug him if it was a touchy subject to him.

"My only true friend, how are you on this miserable day?" He joked.

"Pretty good actually, but if you ask tomorrow then my answer will most certainly change. How bout you Cain?"

"Miserable, I thought that was obvious." He said sarcastically.

You laughed slightly, "Well you know me, I can't seem to read cues from people even if told directly."

"Oh I'm well aware, I'm just trying to train you so you can become a functioning adult with social awareness."

"Really? Well I think I need a new trainer since you've accomplished nothing."

He gasped dramatically, "you can't blame me! I've got a student who's unable to learn, and I've tried quite a lot over these years."

"And you can't blame the student, if they're not receptive to your teaching then find a different method. Or a different field altogether since if I'm your only student and you can't even help one person. then I'm afraid teaching others isn't your forte my friend." You grinned.

"Excuse me?! I'll have you know I'm highly recommended and," Cain emphasized the word greatly trying to add oomph to his case, "I have a plethora of students who still send me thank you letters since they are so grateful! So you, my dear, really are the problem here." He ended his rant with a haughty look and crossed his arms over his chest confidently.

It was quiet for a few seconds before grins both broke out on your faces, "Yeah, show one of these letters to me and then I might believe you."

The time at work was going by fast, but as it would normally go on Mondays Cain would get off before you. You two would say your prolonged goodbyes and he would make his way to the town over to get home. With the happy distraction now gone, you resigned yourself to actually getting work done. Because for some reason your manager only seemed to yell at you for not doing anything even though you were the best employee there, no offense to Cain though.

As closing time got closer and the store seemed to be slow, as it normally was on Monday nights, you started sweeping the store and cleaning other things here and there, making sure to restock what needed to be. But even finding busy work didn't give you much to do so you stood behind the counter waiting for people to come and press A on you for a dialogue option.

The bell chimed and you looked over to the door and saw Kujo approaching the counter, "for fucks sake." You mentally cursed to yourself before putting on a fake smile.

"What can I help you with today sir?"

"(Cigarette brand name.)"

"Right." You turned from him and grabbed the cigarettes and scanned them in giving him the total. He handed over some money and his hand skimmed over yours, not thinking much of the small touch you gave him his change and the cigarettes.

"Thank you, please come again." You bowed slightly to which he walked away after a few seconds.

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Chapter has been edited