Wait for it :: Johnny Joestar x Reader

Chapter 5

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The orders had been set on the table, now you and Johnny had something else to focus on rather than the previous embarrassing subject. You see him bowing his head and muttering something before digging in. You raise an eyebrow at him, which he catches at the corner of his eye.

"What?" He asks, not sounding as offended as you thought he'd be.

Words failed you at the moment, you didn't even think he would have noticed to begin with.

"I didn't think...you were religious?"

He scoffs, even with a little smile spread across his face. The irony of that statement isn't lost on him. He is looking for the Holy Corpse parts after all. For obvious reasons, he wouldn't let you know this, but it was a funny inside joke for him.

"Guess I don't seem like that, huh?"

"It wasn't meant to be offensive, I just--" "Nah its okay, I didn't take it with a grain of salt or anything." He cut you off, resuming eating his food. What kind of guy even is this, you thought. The two of you ate in silence for about 30 minutes. You had finished your meal, while the jockey was taking his time.

"You're a pretty slow eater."

"It's called savoring. When you've tasted dirt from lying on the ground for weeks, you don't take meals like this for granted. Besides, this tastes...like home."

The home Johnny was referring to wasn't his family household, of course not. There was only suffering back there. The 'home' he was talking about, was the familiarity of being famous, constantly traveling to fancy places, being able to freely ride his horse and walk around doing whatever he wanted, when he wanted. At least then he was sneered at for being a jerk and not over something he couldn't control. It was only 2 years ago that was his life, but it might as well have been 20 for as much as he's longed for it back.

"Johnny."

Your voice sparked a flicker of life in his eyes again, realizing his head had been tilted downwards towards the plate of food that hadn't been touched in about 3 minutes. Looking up at you, he muttered a 'hm?'

"So...your Italian friend. What's the deal with him, if you don't mind me asking." You hoped it wasn't a hard-hitting question that would make him upset, you were just curious.

The ex-jockey wasn't sure how to answer that question. You hadn't noticed his bullets earlier, so he was inclined to believe you weren't a stand user. Finally someone he wouldn't have to worry about, but that would make Gyro's situation all the harder to explain. The only way he wouldn't sound insane is to keep it as vague as possible.

"A couple of robbers ganged up on him, kinda similar to how they were about to get you earlier." His fork toyed with his food.

"Ah. I guess this city isn't so friendly." You remarked, to which Johnny agreed with a nod. "I hope he makes it out alright. Are you really...gonna let this jeopardize your standing in the race though?"

"I'm not leaving without Gyro." He replied, all too quickly. In almost a snapping manner, even. That was all you would say on the subject.

"I see..What made you pick up horse riding again though?"

"What's with all the questions? I just agreed to make you a better horse rider, not some two-for-one deal where you'd force yourself to be friends with me." Johnny retorted.

You felt slightly offended. 'Force'? Was he implying you were being fake with him?

"I'm not forcing myself to. Didn't you get that I pretty much hated you before? I see that it was pretty childish now that you've shown me my weaknesses in riding." You let out a sigh before continuing. "Listen, you're a lot easier to talk to than i thought you'd be, and well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad if we could be acquaintances."