JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Anasui x Reader: "I Think"

You were quite open about the fact that you didn't belong there at the Green Dolphin Street Jail, but didn't treat any of the others differently because of it. That was how you got to know Jolyne. You both were in a struggle to clear your name, to warm your freedom. You both could be a bit naïve at times, but you vowed that you would help each other through.

You had heard tell of Narciso Anasui long before you had ever met him. Jolyne constantly complained about him. She didn't seem to hate Anasui, but was exhausted of his constant attempts to talk to her, to touch her, to hug her. But he was, apparently helping her case, so she let it slide.

You almost pitied him, however. You knew what it was like to be desperately in love with someone who didn't love you back; you had your fair share of heartbreak over the years. But it was only till recently that you actually had the opportunity to meet him. It was lunch time, when Foo Fighters (an interesting name, you had to admit) began to complain.

"Dammit, I'm SOOO thirsty!"

"Well I'm sorry, I already drank all my water!" retorted Jolyne. You shrugged, apologetically, also having nothing to offer her.

"She has some water..." Foo Fighters slyly gestured to a woman behind you. Jolyne muttered something you couldn't quite hear just under her breath. Foo rolled her eyes, and Jolyne begrudgingly mumbled a quiet affirmation.

Suddenly, a string snaked from Jolyne's, almost as if her finger was unwinding. A scream slipped out of your lips, but Jolyne's reflexes were quick enough to cover your mouth before too much of the cafeteria noticed.

And that was how you learned about stands: that you could see them, that you had one of your own, and that there were more like you. And that was when the three of them, Jolyne, Foo Fighters and Hermès, finally decided to show you their hideout.

As soon as you walked into the room, you saw him. There were two men, both lounging by the piano. One of them was obviously the man you had heard described countless times. His long pink hair, his fishnet top. But one thing Jolyne hadn't mentioned: he was insanely attractive. Maybe it was because for the past several months you hadn't been around many men, but his eyelashes were long and beautiful, his lips were full and soft. If only you had such a man pining after you. He spoke, and you noticed his gentle but sultry voice. Wait what had he actually said?

"Huh?" You piped up.

"I said, who's the new girl?" His cheeks were slightly red, most likely from Jolyne's entrance into the room.

"I'm (y/n), and you must be Anasui." You smiled, offering to shake his hand. However, he stood frozen. His face burning even brighter, he looked back and forth between you and Jolyne, a confused expression crossing his face. He didn't say much for the rest of your time there. You got to know the other man, Weather Report, and the boy, Emporio. They filled you in on Anasui's background, however Anasui himself was surprisingly quiet. You left that day, excited to come back if time permitted.

"But, Jolyne," You paused to think, "is he normally like that? When you described him... he just seemed so much more aggressive."

"I'm not sure," Jolyne mused, "Something may have happened today. But next time," she scoffed "You'll see what I mean."

Weeks passed, and he remained relatively mute. You were wondering if something really did happen to change him, and then, you came to the room by yourself one day.

You had just needed some time to relax, and laid on the comfy sofa, only to feel movement beside you. You flinched out of fear, but noticed it was only Anasui. Catching your breath, you chuckled.