JJBA Headcanons

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This is requested by @dios_left_tiddy 
I hope it's to your liking
★SBR spoilers★

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     It was currently the sixth stage, and you were on dangerous terrain. It was snowy, dry, and downright cold, but you didn't mind, you had multiple layers of clothing on. It wasn't like you prepared for it to be cold, but coincidentally you already had it on you. You were a woman in the steel ball run race, yet no one knew you were a woman, that's why you had more clothes than usual.
      As you soon carefully galloped across the barren tundra, you could hear the occasional yelling and cursing. One of them even sounded like that Johnny kid, just by the sound of his desperate scream. But before you could even get there, the fight has already stopped, and they had left. There was blood littering the snow, and as you slowed your pace to try and understand what had happened, you caught something in your peripheral vision.

       You immediately froze as you shot your head in the direction of the figure. It was....groaning. 'I shouldn't bother with it. If it's another contestant, then that means less competition.' You thought. Were you seriously about to leave a man to die? In the cold? Your mind wanted to say yes, but your body didn't move.
       You and your horse stood there, contemplating whether or not to help the man. Soon the cold would start taking effect on your companion, 'better hurry.'
      You dismounted and slowly made your way over. Approaching carefully so as to not alert him of your presence. Once his full body came into view, you gasped at the sight of the bloody man. He had an awfully long gash on his left eye. His...his eyeball was hanging out of its socket..' oh god', you thought. He had black curly hair, it would be beautiful if it wasn't caked in dried blood. You didn't scream, but you were compelled to help the man.

      "What. Who is it?" His..nasally voice cracked, but there was a sense of caution. "Oh. Oh, Mister, you're hurt!" You dropped to your knees to get him up. He groaned more, it looked like he had a few bullet wounds... He looked up at you with his single intact eye, he held his breath as he ripped out the left eye. You felt as if you were to hurl. He let out an agonizing scream before clasping his hand over his mouth, he was breathing heavily now.

(Sorry It would have been weird to have him staring at you with his literal eyeball hanging)
      He didn't say anything as you struggled to get him to sit up. "Come...come on, it is cold out here, mister." He didn't complain, he would accept help from you, a young boy, or have to do it himself. As he stood up with your help, you lead him back to your black mare.
      "Darkhorse, you'll have to carry another person"
(I'm sorry I couldn't think of a name and dark horse was the only thing I can think of)
    She huffed in annoyance as you assisted the man up on your horse, mounting in front of him. "Don't worry, mister, just hold on, I'll get you to a doctor. Only God knows who could have left you to die alone in the awful snow." He hesitated at first, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing himself to bleed into the back of your hat. He noticed your small, possibly feminine physique.
      "Boy. What's your name?"
"Uhm, (l/n)"
He groaned again, he had his heart in his throat, deciding whether or not he should try and talk to you. "Aren't you too....small...to be racing? You're small for a boy of age."
"Mister, it'd help lots if you rested, I ain't need an unconscious man threatening to fall off. But...I'm 20 or so, we never had much food, so that explains my figure." You lied, of course, you had more food than others, but you had to speak out of your ass to explain your body.
"20? Son, you need as much help as I do" his breath was hot against the back of your ear, but that's not what made you squirm. He trailed his hand upwards as if to check exactly how underweight you are. But all he felt was a perfectly healthy body, and then he realized. He only brushed his thumb against your chest, from your front view, it was as if you had none. But just from one tiny touch, he knew. He automatically wrapped his arms around your waist, afraid he'd break the small figure who had just saved his life.