Signed, Mrs. Kujo

In His Company

I can't just write how I feel directly onto the page in a way that accurately portrays what I want to get across. So, instead, let me describe for you, how being in Jotaro Kujo's company feels to the best of my ability.

Being next to Jotaro, while pleasant and heartwarming, is also the worst thing I can do to myself. My chest gets tight and I drown in air, forcing myself to take a breath. Jotaro is bad for me; I know this because of all of the nights that I lay awake with the thoughts of him being surrounded by girls, the constant insecurity in our relationship and the way I feel near him or even away from him.

Our relationship is sometimes perplexing, but I can't deny everything that I've accomplished in his company.

Throughout the years, my insecurities were revealed to be nothing but that— yet, I have these feelings, especially when I'm suddenly alone. The first time, was shortly after we first began dating- when things were going by smoothly, and I didn't feel that anything could change us. Then, Jotaro was suddenly gone on a mysterious trip for just over a week and came back different-- he was more cold and distant than before. Calling him solemn before was wrong, he was just a moody guy, but the sad difference in his behavior and words changed how we interacted.

In his company, I began feeling more and more purposeless. I would be there in our relationship, but he was always miles away with an egregious look on his face. I would take a step forward, and he would take a stride back. When I tried to bring up our distance, he would shake it off and change the subject. We barely touched or looked at each other anymore, which led to more and more sleepless nights that affected my performance in school and my general mood. That's when I decided that I needed to talk to Jotaro for real. 

He used to swing by my house on the way to school and we would walk together, but that interaction slowly diminished. I got up early to meet him at his house before he could avoid me. 

When I got there, the Kujo residence was as quiet as I'd ever seen it, and I noticed a steady stream of steam wafting through an open window connected to their kitchen. Every time I came here I was amazed by the beauty and size of the place, but I pushed through my amazement and knocked on the door. 

"Just a minute~!" I heard from somewhere inside. I smiled as I realized it was Mrs. Kujo rushing around. When the door slid open, she stood there breathing heavily, but her face lit up when she saw me.

"Y/n-chan," she exclaimed and wrapped me in a hug. I returned it and laughed softly as she tried not to get a wooden spoon that she was using earlier on either of us. "It's been forever since you've been here last! I was worried that my JoJo scared you away," she giggled and pulled me inside, not even giving me the chance to take my shoes off.

"It's nothing like that, I promise," I smiled and let her steer me to the dining room, where she sat me on the tatami and put a large plate of breakfast in front of me. My mouth watered as I said my blessings and dug in. "I missed your cooking," I said through a mouth full of eggs. My eyes were about to spill over with how happy I was to be here. I knew I missed being close to the Kujos, but I never expected to act like this. 

"Oh, hon, what's wrong," she said, sitting near me, and playing with my hair. I swallowed my food and wiped my eyes, laughing off the weird sentimentality I had just experienced. 

"I'm okay, I just really missed being here is all..." I trailed off as the door on the other side of the room opened and I connected with a piercing pair of ocean blue eyes for a split second before the door closed again and they were gone. 

Holy looked from the door to me a few times with a questioning look on her face before getting up to check on Jotaro. I looked down at my plate, embarrassed that Jotaro's mom was getting involved in our strain. When she managed to drag him back in after a while, though, I was glad that she sat him next to me at the table, and I continued to nibble at my now lukewarm food.