JJBA Oneshots

Midnight Rides - Gyro x Reader

It was 1 month into the Steel Ball Race. You were familiar with a few of the contestants; mainly the big names like Diego Brando and Johnny Joestar. You weren't in it for the sake of being a contestant, though. Unlike everyone else, you were there as a medical service to those who'd really be needing it. You'd found yourself residing by a stream with your horse, Golden Wind, when one of the familiars rode by with a companion unbeknownst to you. 

The man was definitely...unique. He styled a unique hat with specifically cut horizontal stripes and what looked to be glasses pressed on top of the hat's brim. His outfit wasn't the only thing out the ordinary, either. His lips sparkled a lime green color and he had small patches of what looked to be facial hair of some sort marking along his jawline. You could've sworn you caught a glance of what seemed to be grills when he opened his mouth to take to the Joestar he was riding beside. 

You paid no heed- it wasn't anything new to you. Though, the stranger did spark your interest. You re-focused yourself to your original intention- helping anyone who might need some medical assistance. Who better to practice your uncertified skills than the infamous jockey, Diego Brando. You heard angry grumbling and met the feral eyes of the Brit and offered him a small smile.

"Brando? What happened that got you like that," You began rummaging through your first-aid kit, looking at him through your lashes. 

He mumbled a barely audible "cactus" under his breath, and you nodded in sympathy. Though Diego was hard to get along with, you knew it was just temporary. It wasn't like you'd have to associate with him outside of a few bandage-ups. You inspected the arm of the blonde and nodded. 

"Do you mind rolling up your sleeve a bit? There's a few little pricks that I'll need to get out with tweezers. I can't get a good grasp with your sweaters thickness." 

He shuffled a bit, obviously not wanting to give into his vulnerability. You rolled your eyes, doing it for him, and ignoring the flaming daggers his eyes shone at you. Within a matter of less than 5 minutes, you'd gotten the small pricks out of his arm and he was ready to be back on his way.

"Brando, don't get hurt too much. I don't mind helping you with small injuries on occasion, but I also don't want to have to waste everything on you, God forbid there's others who might need the attention more than you." 

He gave a simple "hmpf", and hoisted himself back onto his horse, trotting off. You shook your head, pitching your tent next to your newfound stream and unfolded your sleeping bag, ready to turn in for the night. You were almost asleep when loud footsteps sounded outside your tent and you heard 2 voices. 

"Gyro, you idiot! Watch where your going, I can't see anything!"

"Nyo-ho, Johnny, I don't have night vision. Someone already blew their campfire out early." 

"Just, watch wherever the fuck your moving. The last thing we need is an even more severe injury than what you already have." 

"Johnny, I insist I'll be fine. I don't need any help. We're only losing time that we should be using to get ahead of other contestants." 

"Gyro, its been 20 minutes and your still bleeding." 

You snickered slightly at the childish bickering. Your only source of light was your small lantern that barely provided anymore light, and you began rearranging some bandages to attend to Johnny and the "Gyro" fella he was talking with. 

"How can I be of help?" 

Gyro seemed to mentally clock you looked familiar,

"Didn't we see you earlier tending to that Brando?" The way he spat Diego's name made you wonder what their backstory was, but you nodded slightly.