JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Dio x Reader x Jonathan: "The Game"

It had been years since their last large fight: that was when Dio had kissed Erina and Jonathan had beaten him to the ground in his rage. you had screamed at the both of them for days, long after Erina's departure, at their combined impulsiveness and stupidity. However, the three of you grew closer after Erina left for India, and the spat had been forgotten, you still sensed the tension between the two of them. Each morning, beginning with your very first day at Hugh Hodgson Academy, you would walk back to school together. Their mansion was just a half-league from yours, and they each made sure to greet you at the front door everyday, kissing your hand upon parting as you blushed. As you returned from school, Dio would smile slyly and offer to hold your book bag while Jonathan scowled and took your hand in his. They escorted you to the door, where each would either embrace you, kiss your cheek, or offer some other courteous gesture of affection while the other rolled his eyes. At least they were civil towards each other.

The sort of love they expressed towards you was entertaining, in a way. You knew you weren't anything special: you weren't extremely pretty or intelligent, but you were company, and that was enough. They wrestled for your affections by inviting you over for tea, swimming with you in the brook near your house, proving their strength by climbing trees. But it was all just a game to them... Right?

You weren't exactly a devoted fan of rugby, but you made sure to support your boys whenever a match was in order. Dio struck a hard blow, tackling his opponent to the ground, his broad and muscular shoulders glistening with sweat under the midday sun. You were enamoured with the very sight of him, yet snapped your gaze away as soon as he turned to smile smugly at you. You could swear you saw him wink out of the corner of your eye. But your sight instead caught Jonathan, as he blazed across the field, long, dark hair flowing in the gentle wind as he whipped through the chaos. He dodged many blows from the opposing team, Dio sprinting to guard his tail. The crowd cheered as Jonathan flashed a smile in your direction.

And then, you blinked for only a second. Suddenly Jonathan lay upon the ground.

It had been a blow from another player, slamming him into the grass with a grunt of pain as he rolled over on his side. This was a usual occurrence in the savage sport, however, something seemed unnatural. You gasped as a small stain of crimson began to spread along his upper arm, and your first thought was to leap straight out of the stands as soon as the referee's whistle blew. You lifted your skirts to hurry down the bleachers and into the crowd that was forming around your injured friend. Dio, however, stood to the side, glowering down at Jonathan's defeat. However, a sly smile graced his face. Had Dio... Had he sabotaged Jonathan? You shot him a enraged glare as you knelt onto the turf. You guided Jonathan to sitting, and began rolling up his sleeve.

"(Y/n)?" You hushed him as you inspected the wound. "It's nothing, just a scratch." You placed your finger over his mouth to make sure he remained quiet. The scrape was quite a bit larger than 'just a scratch'. It seemed it would need almost immediate attention. You offered him your arm to hoist him off the ground, seeing his knee had been heavily bruised as well. He limped slightly as you led him off the field.

Though school was not in session that Saturday afternoon, thankfully the principal trusted you enough to give your a key to the nurse's office. Jonathan was in no state to patch up his wounds alone, and you were extremely unwilling to leave him. However, Dio frowned as you two started towards the building. He grabbed you by the hand.

"(Y/n), come, stay for the game!" You scowled, your face flushing with anger, "I'm sure there is someone else more qualified to take care of his injuries–"

"Dio if you want to stay here and play your silly little game, then by all means, do!" Your voice was surprisingly coarse as you pushed his hand away. His eyebrows raised in shock and anger, "But I'm actually going to do something useful, if you'll kindly excuse me," You spat the words in his face as you led Jonathan to the infirmary.