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Kakyoin was prettier than any other person Jotaro has ever met in his entire life.
So that meant that maybe it was about time he started going out and meeting new people. This really needn’t be so complicated.
He had absolutely no reason to believe that Noriaki Kakyoin, the mysterious transfer student who had attempted to kill him about five minutes ago, would forever remain the most beautiful person he’s ever met in his life, just because seeing his face made him go all “wow” on the inside.
He really didn’t; that would just be silly.
Only so far, he kind of still was.
And that was apparently enough to get his feelings to decide that they absolutely need to worry about this.
As he set out on his way home, he threw Kakyoin’s body over his shoulder out of habit: it was the easiest way to carry a person, but he barely made a dozen steps before annoying ideas began catching up to him.
A picture of Kakyoin’s face was hovering in his mind’s eye. Doesn’t he look just like a porcelain doll? We should really carry him with a little bit more respect and care, shouldn’t we? something asked inside of him.
And the answer was no, because Kakyoin had tried to kill him and has sworn loyalty to his family’s enemy.
Unfortunately however, that wasn’t all he had done. He had also made Jotaro go all “wow” on the inside and that was somehow messing up his classification.
Really? he mentally shouted at himself in annoyance. He had known for some time now that he liked boys, especially pretty ones, but this would have to be the first time he’d actually considered somebody to be so singular that he’d go out of his way for them.
And since when did appearance matter more than personality, anyway? It didn’t. It most definitely didn’t and he refused to be moved by somebody’s face alone.
How else would he carry him anyway? Even just the beginning of a thought of attempting the bridal carry was immediately and thoroughly stomped into the ground by his dignity. No, just no. The fireman’s carry was fine.
Alright, snapped something suddenly. But Kakyoin’s ass is so totally right next to our face.
He froze.
Oh god, why did he have to have been cursed with having a brain.
Blankly, he pulled Kakyoin down from his back, doing his very best to ignore his own fluster and quickly thought through his other options. With the two most obvious techniques out of the way, there really wasn’t all that many ways of carrying someone.
Eventually he settled on draping Kakyoin’s arm over his shoulders and holding him to his side. It was elegant and simple, it didn’t look too strange and didn’t seem to produce any more inappropriate thoughts.
As he began walking again, he worked with all his will to leave that strange satisfaction his emotional part was absorbed in completely unheeded. Kakyoin’s face was resting against his chest, his soft hair brushing Jotaro’s skin...
Almost as if it belonged there.
Any further thoughts after that one were persecuted, burned at a stake and buried in his mentality’s backyard. He continued on his way reciting a mantra of Kakyoin has sworn loyalty to Dio and as such is our enemy. None of his physical or psychical qualities can overwrite the fact that he’s a ruthless assassin, even though a pitiful failure of a one.
As was often the case with mantras however, the words made little to no sense and the more he repeated them the less meaningful they seemed.
After his mother took charge of caring for Kakyoin, Jotaro stalked off and avoided him for the rest of the day. The other student was an enigma and while Jotaro had created a number of hypotheses to explain what was going on in his own head, he had no way of testing them. So he ended up attempting to deny their existence and faring about as well as could be expected.
There was no point anyway. It was going to go away – come morning, Kakyoin was going to leave and take all of this confusion with him. The only reason he was still here at all was because Holly refused to let him go since he was injured and it was getting late. Really, all Jotaro had to do was survive the night without going crazy from all the conflicting thoughts and feelings. For instance, that feeling that told him that he was actually upset by the idea of Kakyoin going away. That was the stupidest one.
He closed his eyes tightly and turned to the other side of his futon, dragging his covers up to his face.
He was holding Kakyoin’s face in his hands and staring right down his soul, seeing all the sincere fear that reflected his own and the sort of involuntary trust a drowning man has for the last straw. And they weren’t strangers or enemies, they were two people with the same goal and the same fear and that made them closer than any introductions ever could.
He pushed the covers away and turned to his other side.
His hands were resting on Kakyoin’s cheekbones, over his ears and in his hair. And he could see his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose and his lips and it was all right there, in front of him, so real.
He turned right back again, accompanied by his inner critic's bitter remark, that no, it most definitely wasn’t real, it was all just an annoying memory and we should really forget it and sleep now.
He missed Kakyoin.
That was impossible. He couldn’t miss somebody who he didn’t even know because he hasn’t seen him in the past few hours.
He turned again.
He knew Kakyoin was sleeping in the room right next to his. He didn’t know how it came to pass; he wasn’t around when his mother decided. And so what if some part of him screamed when he was told – it wasn’t visible on the outside and the bigger half of him still insisted that he didn’t actually give a damn.
Kakyoin was so close and if he missed him, he could get up and go to the other room, because there he would be.
No. He couldn’t.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.
This wasn’t about missing him. He was just naturally cautious because the person who had attempted to kill him was sleeping under the same roof and so disturbingly close besides. This was common sense.
He closed his eyes and relaxed his brow.
What if Kakyoin’s injury had been more serious than they realized and if he didn’t go and check on him now, he would find out in the morning that Kakyoin had died, because nobody noticed in time that he needed help?
His eyes snapped open again.
Hey, you’re cheating, screamed his reason at his feelings.
Just theorising, his feelings snapped right back.
All of this is completely absurd! argued his inner critic before the argument could escalate, but it was too late anyway. Now he needed to go and check if Kakyoin was okay, because the seeds of paranoia had been planted.
There’s no way I’m moving, his body chose that moment to announce. I’m tired and comfortable and not participating in this madness.
He closed his eyes.
And snapped them open and got up. Blood was humming in his ears and his heart drummed in his chest. The warm night air moved around his body, silky against his skin. He looked over at the accursed door that was the only thing between him and another human being and made a step forward.
Here’s a perfectly vivid picture of Kakyoin’s face, said his memory all of a sudden and he froze.
Dammit, why was he so flustered now, he knew what Kakyoin looked like, he was already very aware of how beautiful he was. It wasn’t like he was about to start blushing just from looking at him, he already looked at him many times during the day and it never make him feel as weak as it did now.
Another thought came crushing down on him: was he really planning on entering Kakyoin’s room in the middle of the night? Just how creepy and wrong would that be?
He remained standing helplessly in the middle of the room.
How did he justify it a moment ago, again? Because it seemed completely stupid now. Maybe he should lie back down and try falling asleep after all. Perhaps if he buried his face under his pillow and cursed very loudly, it would help him relax.
Look, spoke up his reason, it’s a proven fact that people constantly embellish the things they remember. Kakyoin likely isn’t as intimidatingly attractive as we think. He’s just a person, we know that, and we are just checking if he’s okay, which is perfectly morally acceptable.
Besides, we don’t know if he’s sleeping, came another consoling thought. Maybe he can’t sleep since he’s in a strange house. Maybe he’s thinking about how all the walls are wrong colors and all the decorations look dumb. He’s probably doodling on the floor with his finger, frowning and thinking about...
Could he be thinking about Jotaro?
No, stepped in his inner critic. Stop making up stupid things and getting excited over them.
But he was definitely feeling braver now, with the irrational hope in his heart, so he moved over and finally placed his fingers on the door. It slid open with an unobtrusive hum and he looked into the next room.
The most beautiful person he had ever seen was sitting on a futon in the middle of the room, his legs drawn up to his chest, his face buried in one arm, while the other hung over the back of his head. His hair ran down one of his legs like a smooth river, black in the night.
All the voices in Jotaro’s mind stayed quiet and simply stared along with him.
Kakyoin was still beautiful, but worse, he was realer than ever. Seeing the way he was sitting, the very picture of distress, Jotaro was slapped in the face with the fact that Kakyoin was a stranger with feelings and problems he knew nothing about and couldn’t understand. And he hated the way it made him feel on the inside because if he was confused before it didn’t compare to what he was feeling now.
But he definitely seemed alive, so now that he was done with that, maybe he could -
Open the door all the way and step into the room.
No, wait, return to bed – began his inner critic, but it didn’t get a chance to finish, because the moment Jotaro’s foot moved through the door frame, something shot up from the floor and wrapped around his ankle. At the same time, Kakyoin’s head snapped up, with a little panicked cry, something similar to what a terrified lamb might sound like.
By a subconscious reflex, Jotaro’s Stand materialized next to him, but before he had time to properly react, the pressure from his ankle was gone and Kakyoin was giving him an apologetic look.
“Sorry,” he mumbled and pushed himself up to his feet to face Jotaro in a more respectable stance. He had been given some of Jotaro’s clothes to sleep in and as he stood up the shirt he wore hung on him, its wide cleavage leaving too much of his chest bare. He had sleeves on both the shirt and the trousers rolled up to keep his fists and feet bare, but now it was beginning to look like they might start sliding down anyway and take away what little dignity he had left.
“What was that?” demanded Jotaro. His Stand still hadn’t completely disappeared, hovering over his right shoulder, mimicking his stern expression.
“My Stand,” explained the other boy, raising Hierophant temporarily above the floor to make it visible. It formed a net which covered the entire room with Kakyoin at its center, a complex formation emitting soft green light only they could see. “It wasn’t meant against you. I just wanted to know if somebody entered my room. I’m a bit jumpy tonight.”
Well, that was an understatement. Jotaro saw that Kakyoin was downright terrified before he realized who his visitor was. This clearly wasn’t about being in a strangers’ house.
Okay, firstly? The idea of Dio inspiring such fear pissed Jotaro off. Secondly: fuck. The way Kakyoin was now attempting to collect his bearings, brushing his hair out of his face and struggling to find the correct position for his arms on his chest as if he could somehow hide all that just happened behind them was cute as hell.
“Er, you needed something?” wondered Kakyoin, and looked around the room, searching for the item Jotaro could have come there for.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” It almost sounded reproachful, but actually, it was as close as Jotaro was going to get to asking him if he was okay.
A snide smile tugged at Kakyoin’s lips and he tilted his head sweetly: “Because you are in my bedroom?”
Jotaro’s mouth twitched. Oh, god, he’s sarcastic, this can’t be true. Could he really be this beautiful and sarcastic on top of that?
“Am I keeping you up?” he asked, looking away with a blank expression while shouting at himself to calm down, there was no need to get this ecstatic over every little thing Kakyoin did.
“Not at all. I’m used to staying up late.” Contemplating look was settling in Kakyoin’s eyes as he looked at Jotaro, his mind no doubt already kilometres down paths of reasoning.
That wasn’t panic nor shame what stirred up in Jotaro, he didn’t feel as if he’d been caught in the middle of doing something forbidden as the purple eyes pierced through him – definitely not. And if it was, then he would just have to throw out his overly emotional brain and get a new one.
He’s going to figure it all out, cried something inside of him. He’s going to realize the reason we came here was because we had all those weird thoughts about him! And what is he going to think about us then?!
It was proving increasingly difficult to remember that he actually didn’t give a damn about any of that.
“And... I’m glad you’re here,” added Kakyoin hesitantly, looking down, tugging at his sleeves and inadvertently succeeding in getting one of them to slide down and swallow his palm. “I could really use some company right about now.”
He’s glad we’re here, repeated Jotaro’s feelings dumbly and proceeded to flood his chest with an ocean of warmth.
“And I’m guessing that’s also why you are here, isn’t it?” Kakyoin spoke softly, discreetly. He looked up to see Jotaro’s expression, the oversized clothes lending him air of childish innocence.
Fuck, here we go with the guessing game, Jotaro's reason definitely wasn’t panicking now, it only sounded that way. What’s our strategy, if we don’t want him to figure us out?
The voice that rose to oppose it was surprisingly calm: He actually came up with a pretty sensible reason. All we have to do is nod.
Do we really want to be seen as so pathetic? Unable to be alone? Crawling to other people for company and attention? Especially when it isn’t true?
Are our actual reasons for being here any less pathetic?
That almost sounded as if we knew why we are here, commented his inner critic acidly. I still don’t know that. I’m so done with you bunch.
Jotaro lowered his head, his eyes drowning in deep shadow where the light from the windows couldn’t reach them. Wars raged within him. It’s been three seconds now, he was going to need to answer soon. What was he supposed to say?
Kakyoin chuckled quietly: “That feeling when you aren’t sure why you did the thing you just did?”
Jotaro’s eyes emerged from the darkness. Wordlessly, the two of them exchanged mutual understanding.
“I hold the world record for that by now,” commented Kakyoin. The words were bitter but he never stopped smiling.
The question was from his mouth before he could stop it; Jotaro’s morbid curiosity was speaking louder than his tact and even louder than all of his panicky feelings, which was quite a feat.
“Is that what being mind controlled feels like?”
The look on Kakyoin’s face felt like a slap before the smaller boy pulled the reins on his emotions and forced another smile: “Kinda.”
We fucked up, fucked up, fu– started a voice in Jotaro’s head, but luckily Kakyoin didn’t stay quiet long enough for it to get a chance to trigger a full panic attack.
“But I wasn’t referring to that. I meant some things which I consciously chose to do at certain points in my life and later profoundly regretted. The flesh bud actually made me feel like what I was doing was... worth it.” The smile faded away. There was nothing but sincere disgust left on his face.
Oh.
Jotaro’s mind did a back flip as it desperately attempted to keep up with the changing situation and figure out what was supposed to happen next.
The social clue is obvious: we need to comfort him, spoke up a surprisingly mature voice that dubbed itself the prompter. It seemed to be unattached to all of his other mental processes. Besides, this was our fault.
Now, hold on a moment here, objected another part of him immediately. How does this whole comforting thing work again? ‘It’s a real shame that you got brainwashed. There, there.’?
You must be the densest person in the entire world and I can’t believe I have to share this brain’s mental capacity with you, said the prompter. Hug him, for heaven’s sake!
What?!
Jotaro remained staring blankly, keeping his mental state just barely off his face. His only movement was letting some air escape between his parted lips. Every single part of him was screaming. He was drowning in shame and fear and desperation; a very strange kind of desperation, which could almost be called desire. It begged him to move, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he hugged someone – whether he has ever actually hugged anybody in his entire life?
Kakyoin shook his head and looked up, another polite smile already carefully posed on his face. The opportunity glimmered in front of Jotaro for one last time...
He moved.
No, wait, stop, we can’t do this! We have no idea how to do this and we’re going to do it wrong and mess everything up!
He stopped.
The result looked like a jerk that shot through his body out of nowhere and disappeared. Smooth, snarked his inner critic.
Kakyoin clearly noticed, but chose not to react. Instead, he said: “Look, if you don’t have any more questions about that, I’d rather talk about something else.”
We kicked him in his weak spot and then didn’t even have the guts to acknowledge our own mistake! And he’s still attempting to act friendly towards us, but do you really think he’s still happy we’re here?!
He was overreacting. Why was he overreacting so much?
We literally had this one perfect chance to get close to him and we let it slip right past us!
Why was he so upset about this?
We can’t leave things like this, we have to do something!
“Kakyoin...” he said.
The boy looked up. All the voices in Jotaro’s head went dead silent.
Well?! he shouted at the whole assembly. What do you want me to tell him?!
No answer. His head remained empty. Thoughtless.
Why did he have to have words in his head only when he didn’t want them there? Fuck you all. Some help you are.
This is awkward, piped up his feelings.
First thing tomorrow, he was getting his feelings surgically removed from his brain. He didn’t even care if it was scientifically impossible, it was going to happen.
“Is there something you wanted to talk about?” offered Kakyoin helpfully.
“My own brain is driving me crazy,” he mumbled.
That was... surprisingly easy to say. And the way Kakyoin’s eyes lit up in amusement – that really helped.
“Yours, too?” chirped Kakyoin. He gave Jotaro a bright smile and said: “That little voice that constantly wonders what you will think about me – do you have that, too?”
What? Kakyoin couldn’t possibly claim to have that! He was so charming and polite the entire time, he constantly carried the conversation on while Jotaro was silently panicking... He didn’t seem doubtful at all!
“Yeah,” he confirmed, baffled. What was the appropriate facial expression? He frowned, to stay safe.
“Well, it definitely makes a lot of sense for both of us...” Kakyoin was grinning, shaking his head slightly. He propped up one of his arms on the other and started playing with his hair. “But I really thought it was just me, since you don’t look nervous at all.”
Hah! barked Jotaro’s inner critic.
“Maybe you should look in a mirror,” said Jotaro, glaring. Kakyoin’s composure was flawless. Even as he tangled his fingers through a strand of his hair, it looked perfectly casual.
“What, me?” Kakyoin’s face was open and emotional, wide smile, eyes squinting playfully. “I’m dying here!”
“Like hell you are.” Strangely, the adrenalin this conversation stirred up was different than all the fear that previously suffocated him. Letting the sarcastic remarks slide off his tongue was strangely relaxing.
“I am! Honestly, I’m still not over the fact that you actually want to talk to me at all.” He was still beaming though, still sounding laid-back and in control. “The little voice in my head insists I don’t deserve it. Is it right?”
What a bizarre question.
“It’s wrong,” answered Jotaro.
“That helps. Now I’m panicking a bit, because I’m being so blunt about all of this and maybe you think that’s weird. Do you?”
Fascinating. There was something of a shortcut to creating friendships and it looked like Kakyoin knew and used it: the sincerity, especially aimed at mutually shared feelings, forced their brains to hastily draw new emotional connections. It definitely wasn’t some grand psychological manipulation - actually, it was so subtle it was barely worth noticing at all - but it helped Jotaro realize something.
Kakyoin had no idea what he was doing. He understood friendship the way one would a mathematical equation: apply all the rules correctly and you’ll get the right result.
That definitely worked with the idea of a thinker and schemer Jotaro already formed of him. And it also made him all the more compelling. Oh god, was he ever going to get over him?
“Nah, it’s fine,” he said and Kakyoin’s face lit up.
“Good. You can tell me what your little voice is telling you, if you want. I’ll try to help.”
Let’s see, throughout this entire experience we’ve been given all sorts of cries and shrieks about how beautiful and smart Kakyoin is, how much we admire him and how embarrassed we are for being ourselves. We’ve contemplated how much we suck at social encounters and assessed that it’s a miracle there’s still a conversation going on at all, summarized his reason coldly. And if you feel like confessing to any of that, you can go right ahead, but I won’t be joining you.
In the end, good old sarcasm as a defense mechanism seemed like a much better option.
“Right now it’s telling me this is turning into a goddamned therapy session.”
He could see the disappointment as he avoided the path of sincerity Kakyoin had been aiming for. The other boy's smile wavered and for a moment it looked like it would fade and something in Jotaro prepared to die with it; but then Kakyoin smiled slyly.
“Aw, and that’s upsetting you?” he asked mockingly.
He’s a heartless sarcastic asshole, roared the voice of Jotaro’s feelings in utter delight. And we are in love with him!
“Do you have some sort of therapy-based anxiety? Don’t worry. This isn’t turning into one. I’m sure the voice is wrong,” continued Kakyoin mercilessly, the wickedest grin Jotaro has ever seen settling on his face.
Hold on, what did you say just now? screamed his reason at his feelings. Did you really just use the l-word?
Jotaro smiled.
“Alright,” he allowed. “It’s actually telling me you’re pretty smart.”
Kakyoin’s wide, adjusted-to-the-dark pupils dilated in his excitement another millimeter. “Well, now you’ve got me,” he laughed. “Should I go and deny that?”
Jotaro didn’t respond, only watched Kakyoin in amusement.
“On second thought then, listen to the voice. It has some good ideas,” suggested Kakyoin cheekily.
“You arrogant little shit,” he responded simply.
“That’s me. Glad to make your acquaintance.” That was another thing: Kakyoin seemed perfectly unfazed by Jotaro’s personal brand of humor and responded to it without any problems. This only made him even more singular.
It was strange. At the very beginning of this, Jotaro didn’t want to believe that it was possible for him to be attracted to Kakyoin more than he already was. And yet here he was, falling deeper and deeper with each sentence they exchanged.
“How have you survived this long? How come nobody’s kicked that smart ass of yours through your pelvis?”
“My pelvis?” snorted Kakyoin. “I see somebody knows his biology. Since you asked so nicely, you should know I don’t talk this way around just about anyone. It takes a special type of company.”
Did he really just say that?
The smirk that accompanied it clearly signaled that yes, he did and he knew he did.
Don’t ask the obvious question, what will happen if he answers, you won’t know what to do and you will panic, don’t...
Jotaro’s voice was very monotonous. “Are you flirting with me?”
Kakyoin’s breathing has sped up, Jotaro noticed, as the smaller boy boldly leaned closer: “What if I am?”
Jotaro’s brain was sounding the alarms. His heart had gone into overdrive. He had no idea what to say, he was shocked and scared and out of breath suddenly. Part of his reasoning was charged with attempting to figure out if this could be a joke or a trick to lure out his feelings and embarrass him. Another part was furiously denying any of this has happened at all and suggested he must be dreaming.
All the other parts of him have joined their voices in one great triumphant cry of joy.
Kakyoin was beautiful, smart, assertive and interested.
He really needed to say something now, so Kakyoin wouldn’t take his silence as a rejection. With all of his thoughts torn to shreds, he turned back to sarcasm: “If you are, then you’re too good to be true. The laws of probability oblige you to stop existing.”
Kakyoin laughed. “You must be the most eloquent person I’ve ever met.” And as he spoke, he slowly inched closer, his eyes never leaving Jotaro’s face.
Eloquent? Nobody has ever used this word to describe Jotaro before. He decided he liked it. A lot.
“So tell me,” Kakyoin was right in front of him and his gaze was fixed on something else than Jotaro’s eyes, he was looking at something a little bit lower, “do you believe in love at first sight?”
And then he stood up on the tips of his feet and pressed their lips together.
They were actually kissing. This entire night has progressed in such a way that it ended up with them kissing and something in Jotaro said Finally and he would like to figure out which part of him said that, who had the nerve to admit this was what they wanted from the start, if he wasn’t so busy attempting to get over the fact that it was happening at all.
It doesn’t really feel like much, noted his reason. It’s just warm resistance against our lips.
But its observation went mostly ignored by the other mental processes. There were far too many emotions clouding Jotaro’s mind to bother with thoughts like that. What was mostly occupying him was the clarity with which he could suddenly look at the idea of being in love with Kakyoin and see it to be true. The simple touch was pushing away all of his remaining doubts and denial.
He was in love with Kakyoin.
And it made perfect sense.
Kakyoin’s lips retreated. The smaller boy dropped back down on his heels and his gaze avoided Jotaro’s. His face looked somewhat darker now, though it was hard to tell in the low light: was it possible that he was blushing?
“I don’t, actually,” he said and Jotaro realized he had no idea what Kakyoin was referring to, all of his recent thoughts wiped out by the kiss.
Kakyoin looked up, noticed his lack of understanding and explained: “Believe in love at first sight, that is. It’s impossible. The odds are far too low.”
Oh god, yes. This is what I’ve been trying to tell the rest of you the whole time! exclaimed Jotaro’s reason happily. Is it ironic that this is making us love him even more?
“Neither do I,” agreed Jotaro, his emotionless tone just the slightest shade of satisfied.
“Right. So I really hope I didn’t just ruin both our lives,” Kakyoin’s smirk looked a little weary.
“Yeah. I’ll be really pissed if I find out you did.”
Kakyoin laughed where anybody else would be confused or intimidated. “What do you even think about me?”
Oh, that was a huge question. “I’m not quite there yet, but I’m hoping to figure it out before the end of the night,” he offered.
“Interesting proposition,” Kakyoin’s eyes were sparkling. “I’d be more than happy to join you in that effort.”
“I’d be kind of pointless if you didn’t.”
They shared a smile – each one of their own, which meant a subtle curving of Jotaro’s lips in exchange for Kakyoin’s bright show of teeth – and both felt understood for the first time in their lives.
The rest of the night passed in the same, relaxed atmosphere. They snarked and joked, teasing and testing each other, sharing and learning all they could, endlessly fascinated by one another.
The kiss they had shared remained between them like a delicate flower, secret treasure at the bottom of their hearts, their personal source of sunlight. They didn’t kiss again, there was too much to talk about and they were perfectly content with what they had done already. Time didn’t seem like an issue, because they believed the night would never end.
As they got more tired, they sat down on Kakyoin’s futon, but their closing eyes couldn’t stop them from attempting to keep the conversation going. Jotaro didn’t even think about returning to his own room. They eventually ended up falling asleep next to each other, partially spread over the futon and the floor.
Jotaro was the first of the two to wake up the next morning. He spent a short time assessing that yes, he had spend the night on the floor and his hands apparently really were in direct physical contact with Kakyoin’s, but all of that was soon enough replaced by one single, horrifying realization.
He had no idea what was going to happen now.
Was Kakyoin going to return home? Or would he continue studying at Jotaro’s school?
He got up carefully, so that he wouldn’t wake Kakyoin up. For a short, embarrassing while he stood there, expressionless, and simply looked at Kakyoin, soaking in his radiance, his soft sleeping face, the gleam of his hair in the morning light.
Then he turned and walked away.
Some part of him was hysterical and heartbroken, unsure if this wasn’t the last time, but his face never showed any of it.
Join them? Really?
The way Kakyoin was smiling was telling it all. Luckily, none of the others could read the smile as well as Jotaro. Last night, something has begun, and the two of them had already agreed without words that they couldn’t let it end. If the kiss they shared was destined to ruin their lives, it was going to ruin them thoroughly. They couldn’t bring themselves to be upset by that.
When no one was looking, Kakyoin’s hand found Jotaro’s and gently squeezed it. They both knew exactly what the gesture meant.
It was the sealing of a promise, a secret pledge of loyalty and love, carrying within it hope for a future where they would always be by each other's side.
Do you see what you do to me, you prick? it said, eloquently.