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There were a lot of things Jotaro liked about Kakyoin.
Kakyoin didn’t screech “JoJo” whenever they ran into each other or meet up. Kakyoin would talk a lot, yes, but his voice was pleasant to listen to and Kakyoin didn’t seem to mind Jotaro just listening and nodding along. Kakyoin was very intelligent, he got amazing grades and was more than happy to help others with their schoolwork. Jotaro would wait for him outside of the classroom waiting for Kakyoin to finish talking to whatever student or students needed help that day.
Kakyoin was also a bit of a dork. Well, he was a big dork.
Jotaro’s heart fluttered whenever Kakyoin would get excited about a new game and explain to Jotaro everything he needed to know about said game. Jotaro could listen to Kakyoin go on and on about some video game Jotaro had no interest in for hours. Kakyoin was also incredibly skilled, Jotaro wasn’t interested in art but once he saw what Kakyoin could make he decided to do some research on the very extensive topic. He ended spending a lot of money on a new set of brushes and canvases for Kakyoin’s birthday. The delighted squeal and tight hug he got in return were more than enough to make up for the huge hole in his wallet. Kakyoin was also an incredibly skilled stand user and fighter, he moved in perfect sync with his stand and surprised Jotaro with his elegance and flexibility. The memory of Kakyoin managing to get a high kick on Dio’s chin was forever burned in Jotaro’s memory.
Dio had gotten cocky and instead of killing Kakyoin while time was stopped, he stood in front of Kakyoin hoping to startle the smaller man when time resumed. Instead, Kakyoin jolted in slight shock before he lashed out with a high kick, sending the Vampires head snapping back from the force. Dio was in so much shock Kakyoin was able to get away with Joseph in tow and find Jotaro. When all was said and done Joseph proudly bragged about how badass Kakyoin was to kick Dio in the face before making a quick getaway. Kakyoin had blushed and tried denying it as a reflex but no one was buying it, to say Jotaro was impressed was an understatement.
Kakyoin was also incredibly stunning. One perfectly curled bang that would brush against his face while the rest of his hair laid across the back of his neck. After their roundabout trip to Egypt Kakyoin started growing his hair out, now his hair reached an inch past his shoulder blades and curled like his signature noodle bang. He rarely let his hair loose, he always had in either a bun, ponytail, or a braid. The only time he ever had it loose is when he was alone with Jotaro, letting the soft red locks flow across his shoulders. Jotaro longed to run his hands through it, to feel how soft those locks were and gently untangle any knots.
But the very best thing about Kakyoin was his size. He wasn’t incredibly small; he was in the five-foot range. He was taller than a good amount of people, mostly women but still. Kakyoin always made it clear that he was 5’3 exactly not an inch taller or shorter. He didn’t need help reaching things that what his stand was for thanks for the offer Jotaro it is unneeded. Kakyoin was also rather slim, he of course had muscle on him and his shoulders were a bit broad but standing next to Jotaro or Joseph he looked like a little shrimp. But his limbs were long, his legs were long and beautifully shaped and whenever he kicked or held his feet out, he pointed his toes out of habit. His waist was also incredibly small, Jotaro was pretty sure he could wrap his hands around Kakyoin’s waist and his fingers would touch. His hands seemed delicate but held a pretty powerful punch, Jotaro couldn’t help but whistle when Kakyoin knocked some punk out for grabbing his ass.
There were a lot of things Jotaro loved about Kakyoin, his kind heart, sweet smile, dorky laugh, carefree and elegant nature, small size, intelligence, sweet voice, cute habits.
Jotaro Kujo was in love with Kakyoin Noriaki and had no idea what to do about it.