JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Hot Pants: "Objective"

From the blow of the whistle, you could tell there was something different about that one, that rider with the pink hair, the flowers on their chest, the fur-lined hat. It must have been something in that determined demeanor or the desperation with which they spurred their horse onwards. Whatever it was, you felt strangely attracted to that one contestant. You felt, as crazy as it sounded, that you could understand them, in a way. That you had both been driven by the same circumstances to this Steel Ball Run Race.

Only later did you discover who this mysterious person was: Hot Pants. You placed just behind him in the first stage. At least, maybe it was a him... You decided to approach him at the inn after the rush of reporters and the press. Maybe you'd make a friend, maybe not. But at least you'd have a better idea of who you were up against exactly in this race.

You didn't expect to meet him outside at the stables, stroking his horse's mane as he spoke soothing words to the beast. His voice was soft, melodious, somewhat high for a man, but you paid no heed as you approached with your steed.

"Congratulations, great job out there today." He looked up with a piercing glare, and your heart almost wrenched in fear. He wasn't tall or particularly muscular or intimidating. But there was a ruthlessness behind his deep violet eyes. " My name's (y/n) (l/n). You're Hot Pants, right?" He nodded slowly as he stepped away from his horse, extending his arm in forced courtesy.

"Glad to... make your acquaintance." He shook your hand firmly before he turned away. A bit of an odd one, wasn't he? But from that one small sentence, your entire relationship blossomed.

You met him several times on the road, several inns on the way, but the first time you truly got to know him was when you were forced to sleep alongside him on that frigid winter night. You only noticed the smoke once you had already begun to set up camp.

"Hot Pants, is that you?"

"(L/n)," He glared at you, scrutinizing your figure as you approached through the withering bushes. You chuckled as you entered the clearing.

"You can just call me (y/n). You know, it might be better if we lodged together tonight, we'll both use up less resources that way," This was certainly not an excuse to chat with him, to sit alongside him and talk until the sun came up. You still weren't sure why this jockey in particular captured your eye so, but you would take any chance to strengthen the bond between you two, for you had no other friends on this perilous journey. You expected him to reject you, but oddly enough, he consented, as it was the most practical choice. It was your job to tend to the horses while he set up the tent and took your packs inside. And once you were finished you decided to follow him...

"JESUS F***ING CH–"

"Language please," She spat, turning around to glare at you with annoyance. The figure before you was half naked, wringing out her wet clothing as she threw on a thick coat. She turned around as if nothing was the matter "Could you try these by the fire?" she handed you the wet fabrics before she looked down at your snow soaked clothes. "You should was well. If you know what's best for you." You stared in shocked silence.

"You're a woman?" she continued rummaging through her sack, ignoring your presence entirely. "So that's it! Why didn't you tell me?" She shrugged her shoulders with indifference.

"Does it matter?" You paused. It was a fair question, and still, you wished you had known.

"I just, I felt so alone at the start of this race. Competing against so many famous and feared riders, no one even took me seriously as a contestant–"

"Well then, that was your fault." You blinked your eyelashes.

"Excuse me?" She stood, turning around to face you.