Dio Brando X Reader

Pudding

Ages: Geez we never find out Dio's age, but they were around the same right?

In pt.1 Episode 1 Jonathan is said to be 12. So i'll put the reader at the same age and Dio just one older, because it just feels right that way.

Right here, they are at those ages. (12-13)

Lets start off sweet, shall we?

Part. 1 | Pudding

She never asked for much, because she had a lovely life.

She had a roof over her head, a caring family, so to speak, and she was in good health.

She wasn't blessed with finery herself, but her simple upbringing humbled her into realizing there was more to life than riches.

What mattered most was being a good person.

To help others, to spread kindness to everyone despite their social status...

Just as she leaned from the Joestars.

As she walked along the hall, she made sure to be quiet and not make a sound, knowing that it wouldn't be in her best interests if anyone found out where she was headed, much less to know what exactly she was doing at such a late hour.

With a stealthy, little tap to the door (f/n) waited patiently, hoping it was enough to grab the attention of the person inside.

Having no luck, she repeated the same action, but this time with a bit more force. To add on, she brought her mouth close to the crease on the door, her voice low and secretive, "JoJo..." she called out, hoping she wouldn't have to go beyond that and be louder.

"JoJo...It's me, (f/n)" She added, waiting.

It took a moment, but he responded back, sounding surprised, "(f/n)?"

He opened the door with the same look of shock she envisioned right on his face, "What are you doing here?" he asked with bright eyes.

Immediately he moved aside, letting her slip in so he could close the door behind her and lessen their chances of being caught.

"I know it's late," she started, " but I came to give you this," she said while extending her arms out slightly, a small cup and dessert spoon presented to him.

" Pudding?" Jonathan said confused, looking down at the small cup in her hand with widened blue eyes."...Butterscotch pudding," he added softly, his shining eyes softening as he brought them back up to the young lady's face.

"You brought this for me, right? " he said just as gently, glowing with appreciation, already knowing the answer, but being left stunned for a better choice of words.

"Yes," she said with a small smile, handing him the cup.

" You really went through the trouble?" He asked her, a small smile of his own present as his hands momentarily grazed over hers, his slightly larger ones barley covering hers.

It hadn't been the first time she'd troubled herself, and yet he always found himself agape.

Ever since they were children, she'd shown to be sweet and thoughtful, as well as a true friend.

Eagerly she nodded, " It's just... your father sent you to your room without dessert," she answered him, saddened at the idea. " And from what I saw, your plate seemed as though you only got a couple of bites out of it..." she went on, remembering just how untouched it seemed.