last flowers | rohan/reader

6。 orchid

A coaxing hand drags the detective forth. It's Rohan's. He's persistent and his grip on her wrist is just as unwavering, possibly growing tighter with every step. The last thing she recalls is seeing Josuke Higashikata and a few others - partaking in a somber discussion she's unable to follow other than the buzzword she's conditioned to catch in menial conversations: her name.

"Rohan-sensei, [name] shouldn't be involved more than she is already."

"She's much older than you, Josuke. Since when did you earn the right to dictate what this woman does?"

"It's... Ugh. It's for her safety. You know it's dangerous. Especially if she doesn't have a stand. If she encounters Shigechi and Reimi's killer without one of us, who knows what'll happen? I don't want to know. You shouldn't either."

"Rohan... What're we doing?" She finally pipes up after the concerning silence has dragged her and Rohan three blocks from the initial meeting place of the group of stand users. They were nearing Grand Morioh Hotel, the room lights' twinkling in the distance, especially as the moon took the sun's place in the sky.

"You're going back to your room, and packing all your belongings. Then I will be taking you home. To my home." He glanced back at her, two feet behind him. Her eyebrows were knitted together with worry and confusion, as he guessed. It was unanimous to leave her in the dark about the majority of the world she didn't know. An unfortunate thing, Rohan had initially thought, but it was better this way. Her role in the investigation would inevitably get her killed and he didn't want to shoulder that guilt. No, it was more than that... He didn't want to lose her yet.

"What do you want me to do, then? Make her forget about Morioh entirely?"

"No... That wouldn't be fair. My mom would probably think something was up, too."

"Rohan. We'll leave it up to your jurisdiction."

"Wha? Jotaro, you're letting him choose?"

She fit the victim profile. That was the deciding factor. If she'd been a normal cop that didn't know Rohan or anyone else remotely connected to the group, there wouldn't be any issue. They'd carry on like they had been for the past week or so, without [name] in the equation.

"She trusts him. It's better off this way."

"But I don't want to sleep on your fancy couch again-"

Rohan rolled his eyes and brought them both to a halt, in front of that glittering hotel that'd just been in the distance before. "Then sleep on the floor, I don't care. Just get your things, and check out."

"Fine. You're not coming up with me?"

"You want the receptionist to get the wrong idea?

"Tch. The receptionist is a creep," She jerked her thumb at the front desk concierge through the glass doors. "And I wanna take a shower here. You shouldn't wait down here, either. He might try to make a move on you too."

"Whatever. Let's make it quick." Now, the detective was pulling him by the hand.

The elevator ride wasn't anything special, like she'd pictured in the movies. She half-hoped Rohan would throw her against the lift's wall and take her then and there, but that was something out of fiction that'd never even touch reality. He stood by her side, arms crossed and foot tapping the worn patterned carpet, which was enough for the time being. Certainly he didn't intend to make it anymore awkward for the gentlemen standing behind them.

Upon arriving at her room, the detective's eyes flitted over her messy clothes and work supplies. "Oh, sorry. I guess I need to gather everything up... I don't know when I threw everything around, though."