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It is a silent and peaceful night in Wamuu’s room-
The door slams open. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaam-” comes the accompanying voice.
Addendum: it was a silent and peaceful night in Wamuu’s room.
What a shame. He was really enjoying it. Too bad (in)famous bastard Joseph Joestar had to interrupt. Though the two are as far apart as people as they could be—Joseph is a year below him; Joseph is loud and erratic whereas Wamuu is quiet and composed; Joseph is a cunning trickster while Wamuu prefers to give it to them straight—they get along quite well. Perhaps it is true what the old people say, that opposites do attract.
“-Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~!” singsongs the brunet, giving Wamuu a smack on the back. The pact jolts his hand, messing up the letter on his papers. He sighs. He was hoping to finish some assignments, but alas, a more pressing matter has forced himself into his room. He swivels in his chair, facing the grinning Englishman with a raised eyebrow and an annoyed grunt.
The angry facade does not faze Joseph. “Are you free tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow? Let me see……” Wamuu turns his head towards the calendar hanging on the wall. Nothing on it. “Yes, I’m free.”
“The whole day?”
“The entire day,” he nods.
“Nice, nice!” Joseph clasps his hands together. “Does Mr. Kars let you drive the car?”
“……Yes,” Wamuu narrows his eyes, “but why do you ask?”
He runs a hand through his dark brown hair, giggling nervously. “Well, uh, you see, I- um,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I’ve been meaning to go to that escape room that opened, uh, a few weeks ago, but I haven’t really…… y’know, had the time or means to go there, so, uh, yeah. Can you send me there?”
Wamuu opens his mouth. Joseph wiggles a finger at him. “Next you’re gonna say, ‘have you asked Caesar about this?’, aren’t you?”
“Have you-” Wamuu pauses, wide-eyed. He sat there frozen for but a few seconds before letting out a sigh. Is he really that predictable? Whatever, doesn’t matter; Joseph is just like that. Of course he’d know. “Yes, that was what I was about to say.”
“I have! He said he’s busy tomorrow,” Joseph pouts and crosses his arms. “Damn dude just can’t stop getting dates! What an asshole! You know I can’t stand jerks like that……” He continues grumbling about the Italian, pacing around with sweeping hand gestures.
Wamuu always found it funny that Joseph complains about that: he isn’t any less attractive than Caesar, and with both of them being Europeans, they’re both quite exotic. In fact, in Wamuu’s opinion, Joseph’s a better boyfriend candidate than Caesar—the latter has so much women swooning and hanging onto him, it’s just a matter of time before he dumps his current trophy for a better one. To be fair, Joseph doesn’t exude faithfulness either, but at least you get to explore that first. With Caesar, it’s basically inevitable! Besides, a mischievous, goofy man with a British accent? Who doesn’t love that? Nobody, that’s who. All Joseph has to do is ask, and he shall receive.
So why hasn’t he done that yet?
It takes a while for Joseph to calm down. Smiling sweetly, he fixes Wamuu the puppiest dog eyes a muscle-bound 19-year-old could fix a man. “Can you please drive me there? I’ll stop bothering you so much if you do! I’ll, uh, I’ll…… I’ll take your clothes to the laundromat for you! I’ll get you a horse! I-”
Wamuu massages his temples with his left hand; the right one he holds up, stopping Joseph in his tracks. “I’ll take you there. And no, you don’t have to do anything for me. I require neither laundromat assistance nor a horse.”
“Nice, nice! Veeeery nice!” Joseph cheers, throwing his hands up in the air. “Woo!” He runs around the blond’s room, weird noises escaping his mouth one after the other. Wamuu is a simple man; all he wishes for is his father coming up to strangle the noisy boy. Like a kitten pouncing its prey, Joseph lunges towards Wamuu, knocking him out of the chair in a very tight, very warm hug. Caught unaware, the dark-skinned man can only laugh and ruffle the bastard’s sharp hair as he sings him thanks and praises. When Joseph starts nuzzling into him, however, is where he draws the line. This is awkward and awfully intimate and…… he blushes, patting the boy on the cheek. “That’s enough, one called JoJo.” Joseph does not relent. Wamuu pushes him away desperately. “I’m serious, JoJo, get off me.”
With a huff and a puff and a pout (and a lot of wrangling on Wamuu’s end), Joseph finally gets off and up. He dusts himself. “Thanks a lot, dude. Seriously, big preesh. I’ll see you tomorrow at nine?”
Wamuu nods. Joseph grins. “Alrighty, a date it is!” He skips his merry way out the door. Wamuu’s posture sags. Finally, he can get back to work! He’ll just have to deal with… wait, did he say—
"A date?"
Joseph looks back with his head cocked, that tiny, horrible pout-smile present on his face. “Yeah, a date! I mean, you’re free, I’m free, and we’re hot, so it’s cool, right? Unless……” Joseph’s pout smile turns into a pout-frown. “……you don’t like escape rooms?”
“I-” Wamuu blinks. “……no, I do enjoy escape rooms.”
“Then I’m sure you’ll enjoy going through one with me!” Joseph winks. “I’m very good at solving puzzles.”
Wamuu is…… stunned, to say the least. This man really just came in here and hit him with a date. The balls on this one……! Then again, it’s not like Wamuu wouldn’t enjoy it; he’s been thinking about Joseph a lot, maybe asking him about getting coffee and doing work at that little bookstore he frequents, or joining him for a round of laser tag with some other friends. Those aren’t really dates, though; they’re more just hanging out. To be asked out on a date so suddenly, and so cheekily……
“I can see you blush, you know.” Wamuu’s cheeks flush brighter. “Can I take that as a green light for the date?”
His mouth doesn’t move—can’t move—but his head gives him a tiny nod.
Joseph grins.
“Alright, babe,” Joseph’s voice trails off as he walks away. “I’ll see you tomorrow at nine~!”
His footsteps a-tap-tap-tap away from there, until once more the night is silent and peaceful in Wamuu’s room. Wamuu stays there on the floor, his face burning up more and more as his brain processes the mess that is Joseph. Joseph, and his cheeky proposal. Joseph, and his dumb hair. Joseph, and that childish glint in his eyes, his joyful, chirpy voice, his soft, oh-so-kissable lips-
Wamuu buries his tomato face in his hands.
That sneaky bastard.