As Jonathan loses his father from an unknown illness it sparks a fire of curiosity in him to become a detective! Follow his adventures to find out the truth behind his fathers death. Making friends along the way as scandals follow and more mystery's come needing to be uncovered! a jjba fan book of my own AU!

i, giorno giovanna, have archived my dream. but i could never have done it without the help of hoes who trusted their lives in my hands. this is for them, those who gave their all for my dream.

((Y'all loved my previous Erasermic fic, now get ready for the sequel)) *** "I've decided," Aizawa told Kayama with a dead serious expression. "Love is dead." Kayama just snorted in response. "Let me guess, Yamada didn't reply your texts?" Aizawa groaned as he reluctantly nodded. *** Stay tuned... ;)

[COMPLETED] This story features the development of our two lovebirds in their relationship and their goals. On their way, their feelings for each other start swirling around and mixing up. What's going to happen next? [Note: Its been a while since I've written a fanfic, so don't blame me if it doesn't turn out as good. This story's gonna be a bit hard to understand, but I'll try my best to do what I can to make you guys understand.] Highest rangkings: #1 erasermic #1 mha

((Completed)) ((🥇Hit 1st place in the easermic tag on April 14th, 2019🥇)) Aizawa decided it was time to move out of old apartment complex after the years of hearing his stupid neighbor Toshiori... Tishinori? Something like that, Aizawa didn't want to know his name after hearing several women screaming his name through the paper thin walls, Aizawa needed to get out of the place, now. He was sick of the moans he heard and the "aftermath", it always was a soap opera in his room, once he was done fucking another women would come in and yell at Whats-his-face, blah blah blah... Hizashi's old roommate, Nemuri Kayama (sorry if that was spelt wrong) left after the several years they dated, she ran off with some dude, leaving Hizashi in the dumps. He couldn't take the loneliness no more so he posted fliers saying he needed a roommate. *TIRED OF LIVING ALONE IN QUIET? GOOD!! I'VE HAVE A SPARE BED AND BATH READY FOR LIVING!! Kyoto, Japan, 1768 Sakura Varns, Room Number 38, 2nd floor, Call Number Below for more information* printed on bright yellow paper and placed everywhere in Kyoto (they both live in Kyoto) Aizawa was out to grab his ordered take out when he saw, and really couldn't miss, bright yellow pamphlets or something and headed home

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*