JJBA Fluff

Scandalous (Jonathan x Speedwagon)

Sitting in the bar with a couple of friends. That's where I wished I could be. Anywhere but on the journey I'm on now. Of course those friends would be the ones on this trip with me, but nonetheless my statement stands true. The three of us were in a small inn that our journey happened to pass by. We were all but exhausted from the traveling and emotional shocks we all faced. It seems now that our minds have finally been able to take a breath and understand everything. Oh, poor Jonathan. He had lost everything he ever knew so quickly. I can't imagine that feels good. Zeppali seemed alright phisically, but worn out by the constant stress of having to create his perfect mentor and to fulfill his fate.

Compared to these men, what did I have to be worn of? Absolutely nothing that amounted to even a fraction of what they are going through, but I still can't help but be terrified. Even in my head, those words are hard to say. How could I, Robert E. O. Speedwagon, be so terrified for the lives of these men I had barely just met? Moreso that Joestar than Zeppali, always putting himself in danger to protect those around him. I wanted to hate him for being so kind in a cruel world, but my heart wouldn't allow me to no matter how hard I tried. Every time I wanted to hate him he just made me admire him. Every time he turned out alright it made me so pointlessly happy and relieved, and for what reason?

Perhaps it was the fact that he had shown me my first lick of genuine kindness in a man who was only defending himself from something I had caused. He had chosen to spare me because he didn't want to hurt those who loved me. Fairly speaking, I had no family at home and likely nobody who would even care much if I up and disappeared. I guess that's what made him special. I rolled over in the rickety bed to see Jonathan staring up to the ceiling. We had all agreed to share a singular room earlier that night for protection reasons. We wouldn't want one of us to get killed and have none of the others notice. The room we booked was one of the last few available, having only two beds.

No matter how much I insisted that I could sleep in the chair that was also in the room, both Jonathan and Zeppali insisted that I was being stupid. Jonathan said he would rather Zeppali have his own bed out of respect for his teacher, which I was secretly thrilled with. Just knowing he was so close to me made my heart leap even as much as I willed to to feel bland and stone cold. I detested these feelings I had for this man and I always tried my best to repress them. Hell, if anyone were to find out about any of them, I would likely be considered disgusting and mentally unhinged. I will admit, I'm not far from their point of view. Feeling how I do is wrong, horrible even. I sighed and tried to forget about it. It's not anything I could control, so no use fretting it. I sighed softly and rolled to my back, my mind refusing sleep no matter how much I knew I needed it. I just couldn't help but worry for those around me. I feel Jonathan's stare boring into the side of my head, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, my head turns right to his. Our eyes lock for a moment before either of us say anything.

"Can't sleep?" He asks, giving me a warm smile. I nodded and sighed, looking back to the ceiling. He shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable. ,"Me neither." Gosh, there it is. That warm feeling in my chest that I got every time he talked. I hate the fact that it existed, but I couldn't help but love it. I wanted with ever bone of my body to just rid of it, but unfortunately that isn't how feelings work. "What has you up?" Jonathan asks. I just shrug.

"I'm just worried, I supose." I respond reluctantly. Jonathan gives me a questioning look. "I know I only just met you, but I still care for you and Zeppali." I whispered, not wanting to wake the resting man who was only just over a meter away. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you guys." I say, slightly embarrassed at showing how worried I was for them. Men don't generally share how they feel, that was usually considered quite feminine. Instead of chastising me, the Joestar just nods.

"I understand. I care for the both of you greatly, I don't know what I would do with myself if I got one of you hurt just because of my stupid brother." He sighed and turned to me, fixated on having this conversation. I was slightly surprised at how he was so open without feeling embarrassed, but I would take a nice moment like this any day. I shift and turn to Jonathan, our eyes fixating on eachother's. "You're honestly my best friend, you know." He said quietly, a small smile on his face. I blush softly as a smile forces it's way onto my own lips as well. It was nice to hear that he cared about me like that, I just wish.. I don't know. I just wish for a bit more? Oh, shut up Robert. Don't even think like that. He is your best friend, nothing more. He never will be anything more, no matter what you wish or want.