A romance, scratch that, it's a smut :^ From the show Cells at work.

It's been 7 months since the defeat of Dio. 7 months since Avdol, Iggy... and Kakyoin's death. Jotaro hasn't completely recovered after the incidents and lives he had lost. Jotaro and Holly Kujo have now moved to America to live with Jotaro's old man Joseph Joestar, all while Polnareff is away in France doing whatever that Frenchman can get himself into. But after a new alert it has been revealed that 7 new enemy stand users have come out of hiding to start causing as much chaos as they can possibly cause. Jotaro and Joseph decide to reunite the remaining Stardust Crusaders and continue the journey they had thought they ended... Only to find out that one of the enemy stand users can bring their dead friends back to life. (I swear this is a Jotakak story. Please bare with me)

Jotaro, a 28 year old male who is studying for Marine biology, gets a phone call from an unknown numberless answers it and finds out it's his best friend back from high school. Noriaki Kakyoin. But, something seems off about him.

It's been a few months after the trip in Egypt. School's out, and Jotaro is in distress. His best friend, Kakyoin, is in the hospital. The SPW Foundation is doing all they can to save the boy from death. They both have concealed feelings for each other. How will they confess to each other, let alone find a way to save Kakyoin? - Hello! It's me again, and now I present to you a JJBA fanfiction! I'm currently obsessed with the show, and I'm nearly done with SDC, but I only know of Kakyoin's fate because of inevitable spoilers. But I can't accept character deaths, oh well! This consists mostly of fluff. Angst sprinkled here and there. OOC will be very present, since I'm a bad writer. Anyways, ciao! #1 - Jotakak, 3-24-20 #3 - post-canon, 3-26-20 #1 - fluffandangst, 4-3-20 #1 - coma, 7-28-20 #6 - jojo, 4-26-20

(AE3803 x U-1146) She can't. She couldn't. She stares into the bottomless pit of her emotions. He would always be there for her, wouldn't he? Every time she was headed for the lungs, she would grab two cups of tea, and he would always be there, stopping by. And almost every time she found herself running away from another germ, he would arrive just in time to target it. He would always listen to what she had to say, and she would listen to what he would teach. It was too much of a coincidence, wasn't it? She wonders if it made sense. She walks forward; she is greeted by the sight of a bunch of other cells. She pauses, doubts for a bit, but she gathers the courage to ask them, "What is love?" OR: AE3803 asks for love advice in a world where it barely exists.