The Son Of A Legend(Jouta Male Reader x fem JoJo highschool harem)

Chapter 1

Time Skipe 9 years old

Y / n pov

After arriving in this world I ended up in a house with no one I could not take care of myself so I went to an orphanage where I was adopted by the family L / the mother of the family was a nice person she bought everything I asked until I found out that only women have booths in this world and it was dingy that only i have one but i didn't show anyone my star green but after a few years i was put in a school called morioh academi she was one of the biggest schools in the world i clearly was happy but when I arrived in the boardroom this happiness is gone you may wonder why the fucking person I was most afraid of is in front of me a female version of yoshikage kira but she spoke before I left and looked for another director
Yoshi: Hello you must be the new student my name is yoshi kira and I am the Principal you must have come because of your time?
Y / n: Y-y-yes ma'am I came to get my time and know what my class is
Yoshi: Here you are in class 1-a and your teacher will be Robert E.O. Speedwagon
Y / n: O-ok Miss K-Kira I'm going now bye
So with that I left her quickly and didn't hear what she said later ...
Yoshi: I didn't think we would have such a well-toned student with pretty hands too (smile)
Coming back with our protagonist he is going fast to his class until he saw a door with the word 1-a there so he knocked and was greeted by Professor Speedwagon and he asked
Speedwagon: You must be the right new student so come in and introduce yourself to the class.
With that you came in and saw some very familiar faces but you left aside and introduced yourself
Y / n: Hello my name is Y / n Jouta L / n
And with that the girls were wondering why they have a boy at school but I was curious why elad don't talk about teacher Speedwagon must be something of them
Speedwagon: Right Y / n you can go to the wallet in the window
With that you went to my wallet and I sat down and thought
Y / n: "I can see that these years will be weird"
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ToBeContinued