JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Jean-Pierre Polnareff x Reader: Arcade

Requested by @Kakyoinmydude

A/N: Happy I got this request because I literally haven't written any Pol for this book (wow). Hope you enjoy! P.S. you may need to bust out your translator for some parts. I wanted it to be authentic ok XD

A cold shiver ran down your spine as a sudden gust of chilly air hit your exposed nose, the warm man beside you pulling you closer. You buried your face into the soft cotton fabric of his coat,

"Jean-Pierre, did we have to come visit Jotaro when it's winter? It's so damn cold."

The silver-haired man laughed quite heartily, the deep vibrations grazing your cheek,

"What do you mean, mon amour? It gets just as cold back home."

You pouted behind your muffler, a rosy flush painting your face,

"It just...feels colder here."

Polnareff smiled and looked down at you with his pretty blue eyes,

"Well, good thing you've got me right~?"

You smiled and looked into his eyes, their soft affectionate gaze making you feel that much warmer.

"We still have some time, wanna do something?" Polnareff said with a hopeful grin, making you wonder.

"Was there something specific you wanted to do?" you said with a raised brow and a smirk, knowing Polnareff always had something scheming in that flat-topped head of his.

"Ah, well," he scratched his cheek with an expression akin to getting caught red-handed,

"I've always wanted to go to a Japanese arcade," his face suddenly sparked in a child-like excitement, "I've heard they're just magnifique!"

"An arcade, huh?" you chuckled, "That's so typical of you, Jean-Pierre."

The man leaned back a bit aghast, "Huhh!? What's that supposed to mean!?"

You laughed, Polnareff demanding to know why you thought the situation was so funny as you both walked along the icy Tokyo sidewalk.

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The bright neon lights of the arcade floor blinded you as you walked in beside Polnareff, the tall man-child practically jumping in place.

"Ouah, it's so bright and colorful!"

"Let me go and exchange some money," you said, but it was pretty useless since Polnareff had already bolted off on his own.

You smirked and rolled your eyes as you walked to the exchange machine,

“Mon dieu…”

After that was done, you gave Polnareff his share. He immediately B-lined it for the Street Fighter 2 arcade machine to which you followed with a smile. It was a little embarrassing with Polnareff's overly excited attitude and occasion French outburst at losing a game, but you still enjoyed yourself nonetheless. You were just happy that your beloved Frenchman was having the time of his life in that neon-coated space.

After about an hour and some, you and Polnareff decided it was time to go and get back to the hotel.

"Hold on, cheri," Polnareff grasped your hand to stop you.

"Hm?" you looked over your shoulder, "What is it?"

The adorable man's face beamed, "We can't forget our souvenir."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot," you took out a few spare yen coins you had left and looked around, "There's bound to be one in here somewhere."

"Ah! There," Polnareff said and pointed to a station full of gacha machines.

Your eyes closed with a large smile,

“Good eye, Jean.”

With that you both made your way to the machines, you jingling the metal coins in your hand as you browsed the selection of machines.

Polnareff took a few from your hand,

“I know which ones I want.”

Those "ones" being the tiny plastic ninjas that were made in every single color imaginable. They also came with tiny weapons, so they were pretty cute. You, however, had set your eyes on the one thing you had been hunting for since the first time you and Polnareff started this tradition: the salmon sushi cat. It had evaded your grasp so many times, but you were sure that this time would be different.

You placed you yen in the machine to which Polnareff smirked with pitiful brows,

“You’re still trying to get that cat, mon amour?

Your tongue grazed your lips in anticipation as you turned the dial, the excitement in your body being almost too much,

“Of course, I am,” you said as you swiftly grabbed the plastic ball from the release chamber,

“I won’t stop until I find it!”

Your eyes widened as you opened it, expecting what you had been desiring, but…

“Ugh, damnit! The seaweed cat again?”

Polnareff snickered to himself, but you caught it and punched his arm,

“Don’t you dare laugh! I’m trying again.”

Polnareff watched as each time you inserted a coin, a gacha other than the one you wanted kept popping out. By the time you got to your last coin, you had gotten six gachas. This was your last chance! You prayed for good luck and inserted it. Even Polnareff started to stiffen a bit at the tension looming in the air as you turned the dial and he was pretty sure he could start to see beads of sweat develop on your brow.

A deathly silence followed after the gacha clunked in the chamber. This time, you took care to grab it and with much hesitation, you turned the gacha open.

“What is it?” Polnareff said as you pulled out the tiny keychain.

“I…” you burst into the biggest grin that you could’ve possibly mustered,

“I got it! Look, look!”

Polnareff stepped back a bit as you shoved the gacha in his face, a genuine counterpart smile on his face,

“That’s great, (name)! I’m really happy for you.”

You squealed as you tore the little devil from its packaging and held it to your chest as if it was the most precious doll you had ever owned.

“It’s so cute! Ah, I’m so happy!”

As you were having your jumpy, happy fit, Polnareff couldn't help but feel his heart melt into a puddle of goopy mess. Seeing that adorable child-like sparkle in your eyes and the wide cheeky smile that parted your beautiful face. He loved you so much.

"Where should I hang this? On my--"

Before you could finish your sentence, something warm press against your cheek just at your jawline. It was a few seconds before you realized that that warm thing was indeed Polnereff's lips. It was a surprisingly quick kiss, this being Polnareff and all, but it was somehow lingering as the male pulled back to look at you.

“Je t'aime, (name)”

You stood there in a little bit of a shock, your face warming as you let out a bashful chuckle,

“Je t'aime aussi, Jean-Pierre.”

Polnareff grinned smugly at how flustered he made you and wrapped you his arm around your petite self,

“Alright, let's get outta here,” he said in a surprisingly gentle voice.

You nodded, all the while your heart softly beating against your chest. It always surprised you how he could still make you feel this way after all this time.

What a beautiful dork he was...