JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Gyro x Reader "Sleep"

 Maybe he liked you back. Maybe. He'd smile at you whenever you woke up late in the morning, he'd laugh at your every joke, and you could swear you saw him blush and felt his heart speed up whenever you hugged him. Then again, he would sometimes whip ahead of you on his steed, sticking out his tongue at you as he rode past.

But you cherished the time you had spent with him and Johnny. He was so adorable as he blew hopelessly on the kindling, trying in vain to light the embers aflame and start the campfire. You would take the flint from his hands, strike a new spark, and soon the fire would be ablaze. Each time you proved helped him out, he would utter a meek curse as his cheeks burned and he set up his cot.

Tonight was colder than usual, and you rolled out your blanket next to Gyro's, hoping he wouldn't mind. As the others prepared for bed, you rifled through your pack of items. You had washed up in a nearby stream, you were wearing comfortable, clean clothing, and you just needed one last item: Lovey. Okay, obviously the name was a bit stupid and uncreative, but she had been your first. She was your Christmas gift when you were two years old, a small and fluffy pink teddy bear. You had named her yourself, and, for a two year old, it wasn't a bad name. You had stuffed animal "friends" at home, and each night you would remember that comforting feeling of you sinking into your warm bed, your menagerie of animal companions watching over you. It was a far cry from the cold, hard ground, beneath you now. The only reason you could get to sleep each night was that small comfort from home.

You grasped Lovey to your chest as you made your way back to the cot. Johnny had set up his roll across the fire from you two, and your face flushed, hoping Gyro would be okay with sharing his warmth. You crawled under the blankets, closing your eyes to the moonlight that shone above you. Maybe you would sleep a bit better tonight, knowing he was by your side.

You heard a choked grunt from behind you, and a scoff.

"Stop being so clingy, (y/n), give me some space!" You rolled around, sighing in your frustration and discomfort.

"Gyro, it's really cold tonight. Please, it'll be better for both of us if we sleep together," you bit your bottom lip, not expecting those exact words to come out of your mouth, but you brushed it off as you nestled back into the blankets. You heard the rustling of fabric next to you, a draft across your face, the sound of the cot dragging against the ground. You could try sleeping by yourself. Without warmth. Without comfort.

Your sensations had grown bleary with the oncoming of sleep, yet sleep still hadn't come. You dragged yourself off the dirt, hugging your plush bear to your chest. You rolled up your cot, preparing to carry it back to wherever Gyro had settled.

"Come on, (y/n)!" You rubbed your eyes. Gyro was standing, stiff and rigid in front of his bedroll. He seemed to have frantically whipped something behind his back as you approached, but you paid no mind. He groaned as you lay your cot next to his. But you were tired and cranky.

"Gyro, not tonight. I just wanna sleep." For a while he continued to move his cot around, and you continued to follow him, feeling a bit hurt. However, Johnny soon awoke at all the noise you were making, yelling at you both to shut up and go to bed.

It was actually the best sleep you had in awhile.

But you could still tell something was wrong. Gyro was tense, curled up in a ball on his side, facing away from you. You could feel his heat beside you, and tried to snuggle into it. But he shied away at your touch.

He didn't smile at you that morning. He blushed and looked away. You readied your pack in silence, puzzled as to why he was being so distant, so secretive. He lagged behind you in the race, right up until the finish line, where, he surged ahead to place second behind Johnny (he was bound to be a bit bitter afterwards). You placed fifth, and met them at the inn after you had fed your horse.