JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Jotaro x Shy Reader: "Firsts"

There was something so comfortable about the silence in between you two. You had barely ever spoken before, until the day he asked you out. Every day, you merely sat with him, on the rooftop, in silence, as you are your lunch a great distance apart from each other.

You had known who he was, of course. Jotaro Kujo. He had quite a reputation among the girls: a strong and sexy delinquent, a tall dark and mysterious man whose sheer voice could send shivers down a girl's spine. That wasn't, however, what you saw in him.

To you he was a quiet, introverted man. Each day he would sit at the table, one the ledge, sometimes lie on his back staring up at the sky. He seemed to be daydreaming a lot of the time. Sometimes he would take out a book and begin reading. As you were quite the reader yourself (you spent much of your time up there working your way through novels or manga, or doodling in your sketchbook), you took quite an interest in this. Mostly he read textbooks about dolphins, sea stars, marine biomes and different species of fish. He seemed a lot more intelligent than most of those silly little girls gave him credit for.

And yet, romantic that you were, you did begin to develop a bit of a crush on him. You never approached him, for you knew your feelings would never be requited: he was too handsome for you, too intelligent, too strong. And if he knew you pined over him, he would obviously spurn you and find somewhere else to eat his lunch. So you never approached him.

But, one day, you finally heard that voice that they had been pining over for so long.

"Hey,"

You flinched and darted your eyes up at his large, looming figure. You had been lost in a particularly exciting (and arousing) section of your manga, and closed the book quickly to give him your full attention.

"I'm Jotaro Kujo," he stuck his hand in your face, offering you a handshake as a greeting. You would have chuckled at his awkward introduction if you weren't so nervous. You rarely spoke to anyone at school, all your friends lived back in your home country. But the idea that he was actually trying to speak with you terrified you out of your wits.

"I-I know," you mentally scolded yourself at the stupid response, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. Your sweaty palm accepted the firm shake, and you rose, trembling, so he would no longer be looking down at you with such an intimidating glare. "I'm (y/n). (Y/n) (l/n)," you could swear you saw the corner of his lips curl upwards just a bit, soft smile.

That image burned into your mind, and you could scarcely remove it from your thoughts when he invited out to the small mochi shop, when he insisted he pay for your dessert, when he sat across the table in silence.

He stared off into the horizon as you stared into his deep aquamarine eyes. You weren't quite able to tell if the meeting was strictly a platonic outing, or if he had in fact asked you on a date. You weren't even sure if Jotaro knew. But he did ask you on another. And another.

You began to actually speak with each other. You learned about his interest in marine biology, his quiet life with his mother at home. You talked of your love for manga and reading, and he even picked up some of the novels you recommended.

His fan club seemed to notice your becoming closer, but didn't dare part you for fear of what Jotaro might do to them (he made it known that he would beat up anyone who so much as touched a hair on your head. He began showing up at your door, walking you hand in hand to and from school.

And it was a day like this when he paused at your door. The late afternoon sun pierced through the clouds, refracting its rosy pink rays across the horizon. He ran his thumb across your knuckles, gazing down at his ground. You didn't want to speak until he had said something, however, he didn't continue. You couldn't believe your eyes: was that a small blush crossing his cheeks?