Jotaro's icy hues cascaded over our group as he released a sigh. He knew why we were here. Setting down his notebook on the coffee table, he stood up and walked toward our group. His critical demeanor was unnerving, but I kept my calm composure. Stopping in front of Okuyasu, he looked down at him coldly and put his hands in his pockets. A small sweatdrop rolled down Okuyasu's forehead as he tried to deter his nervousness.
"Is there another stand user?"
"Yes, I'm sure of it," Okuyasu exclaimed.
"What happened?"
Okuyasu explained the situation to him but my attention was caught on something else, Josuke. His attention was directed to Jotaro but he noticed my gaze. Glancing at my figure, a faint pink tainted his cheeks and a small smile played upon his plump, kissable lips. The small curl of his lips is enough to make butterflies flutter in my stomach and my heart to pump aggressively. Looking away, I felt a hand cusp my shoulder. Flickering my (e/c) orbs at the perpetrator, I saw Jotaro, who wore an impatient expression.
"Are you ready to leave, (Y/n)?"
Nervously, I answered, "Y-Yeah, where to?"
"The tailor shop... we were discussing this a few moments ago."
"Oh yeah, the tailor shop..."
"Pay attention next time. Let's go."
Jotaro's cold words cut through me and revealed my embarrassment. Usually, I'm not the type to show my weakness but this was a fault on my part. Was I really staring that long at Josuke? Did anybody else notice this? God, this is fucking embarrassing. Glancing at my feet, I followed the group with my head tilted to the ground. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I tucked a stray, (h/c) lock behind my ear. In my peripheral vision, I could see Josuke walking beside me.
"Hey, (Y/n)."
His sudden words caused me to flinch a bit in shock. He noticed my action and giggled to himself. I'm such a fool. Grinning, he teased me.
"Relax, I'm not going to bite you or anything like Jotaro."
"Josuke, I heard that," Jotaro glared at Josuke.
Giggling in a low tone, he said, "Don't be scared of Jotaro, he's really a cool guy."
"Maybe he is to you," I roll my eyes in a dramatic fashion.
"He wasn't nice to you because you were checking me out," he teased.
Flushing furiously, I replied, "Shut the fuck up, I wasn't."
"Then why are you blushing like a tomato right now? You're not good at lying, (Y/n)," he giggled.
"F-Fuck you, Josuke," I stammered in embarrassment.
Playfully, he stuck his tongue out at me. Shaking my head, I looked away from him. I heard a giggle slip from his lips, causing me to blush a bit more. His laughs were a melody that I could listen to every day. They were so rhythmic and made my heart squeal every time. How could a man be this perfect? Am I just a sucker in love? Sighing inwardly, I continued to walk in silence as Okuyasu, Koichi, and Josuke talked happily about nonsense. His chirpy, goofy behavior was irritating at times, but I still loved it. I secretly loved everything about him but I never show it. Maybe it is time that I unveil my true self.
15 Minutes Later
"Is this it? It looks nothing like a tailor shop," exclaimed Okuyasu, who wore a confused expression.
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The Mysterious Art of Falling in Love (Josuke Higashikata/Reader)
Romance(F/n) (L/n); an average, 3rd-year student who minds her own business. She didn't like drama because it wasn't her 'thing'.She never expected to be in such bizarre situations, such as tracking rats with the ability to melt flesh, meeting a crazy mang...