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Despite weather forecasts calling for a clear day, around two in the afternoon there are rain clouds covering Morioh. Having to put a rain-check on his sea star research down at the beach, Jotaro makes his way into town to buy groceries only to be caught in the downpour. He takes cover underneath the nearest thing which just so happens to be Rohan Kishibe’s porch. Of course he would end up here of all places. The young, prissy mangaka has been the only thing on his mind for the last week since their awkward encounter at the cafe. What had started off as a meeting on Kira quickly turned into them sipping coffee and swapping stories. Then one thing led to another and he was kissing Rohan goodnight in this same spot.
He shakes his head, trying to get the memory of how soft and warm Rohan’s lips had been. But that’s impossible for the door opens and there the younger stands, leaning against the door frame. His eyebrow is arching up perfectly in a questioning manner. Jotaro feels his heartbeat quicken. “Kujo?”
Jotaro doesn’t say anything, just nods, and fishes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Despite him being soaking wet, the cigarettes thankful are not.
Rohan scoffs at him. “Did you just come here to smoke on my porch?”
“No.” He frowns at the cigarettes, shoving them back into his pocket. “It’s raining.”
“That it is.”
“Do you have an umbrella I can borrow?”
He rolls his eyes and invites the older inside, snapping at him to remove his wet shoes and coat. “You’re soaking wet and I won’t have you ruining my carpets. They’re expensive you know.”
“Really? I wasn’t aware.” He sheds his jacket, hangs it on the coat rack, then slides out of his shoes.
Rohan clicks his tongue. “Take it off.”
“Excuse you?”
“All of it. Take of your clothes. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t.” He points to the drawing room. “There’s a door to your right when you first enter. It’s the bathroom. There’s a robe in there that might fit you. Feel free to take a shower. I’m sure you’re freezing,” Rohan explains himself with a smug smirk on his face before he turns on his heel and goes into the kitchen.
Jotaro sighs as he walks into the bathroom. He uses Star Platinum to quickly check for any secret cameras or peep holes. Knowing Rohan, he’d probably use whatever dirty trick he could to see the marine biologist naked. He’d been begging him to model for weeks. Perhaps that’s why he had mentioned the bathroom. Whatever the reason, Jotaro has to admit that a shower does sound good right now. He’s soaked to the bone.
So he peels his wet clothes off and throws them into the hamper, Star Platinum starting the water for him. When it’s warm enough, he steps into the stream with a soft sigh. It feels nice, and he’s thinking about the good night kiss all over again. Rohan’s small frame had been warm against him that night. Everything about him had been warm, from how his body pressed against his to the breath that scattered over his fingers when he brushed his face. He wants to feel that warmth again.
When he’s done rinsing the cold, dirty rain water off of his body, he steps out, grabs a towel, and dries himself before putting the robe on. The fluffy white thing actually fit. Jotaro wonders if maybe, just maybe, Rohan bought it on purpose.
Dressed in just the robe now, Jotaro leaves the bathroom not seeing the other anywhere in sight. So he sits down on the couch and surveys his surrounding. The original Victorian architecture, wallpaper, and carpets have been kept, though everything else in the room is expensive looking Italian decor. The clashing of two extravagant cultures fits the mangaka, Jotaro thinks with a slight smile on his face.
“I thought some tea would warm you up faster.” Rohan’s statement startles Jotaro out of his thinking and he watches the other set the silver tray down on the coffee table before sitting next to him, giving him a once over. “I see you took a shower.”
Jotaro nods. “Yeah. It seemed like a good idea. I left my clothes in the hamper.”
“Alright. I’ll go throw them in the dryer.” He doesn’t move to get up, though, instead leans forward to pick up one of the light blue tea cups. Jotaro watches the younger blow on the hot liquid before taking a sip.
“I’ll go back to the hotel once my things are dry. You have an umbrella, right?”
Rohan sighs, leaning back against the couch and pushing his hair out of his face. That’s when Jotaro notices that he’s not wearing that weird headband. He’s not sure if it’s the lack of the odd accessory or his growing crush on the other, but his feminine features seem to stand out more. But what really draws him in are his eyes. With the way the light dances off them, they shine a bright emerald color that intensely reminds him of his past. But, that is a thought to be entertained on another day. For now, Rohan is his everything, and he takes the younger’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together.
That perfect eyebrow is raises in question once again. “What on Earth are you doing, Kujo?” He sits up, setting his tea cup back down on the tray.
“Holding your hand,” Jotaro simply explains, before he’s pulling the smaller into his lap.
Rohan protests, but still leans back against the other’s chest. “And what are you doing now?”
“Snuggling you.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
Jotaro laughs, nuzzling into Rohan’s hair. He smells of ink, paper, and a light hint of something earthy. “Because it’s raining.”
Rohan rolls his eyes as he snuggles against Jotaro’s chest more. “So first you use it as an excuse to come over, and now you’re using it as an excuse to touch me.”
“Do you not like it?” Jotaro tries pulling away only to have the other grab onto the robe and pull him back with a scoff.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying myself.” He closes his eyes and gets more comfortable, laying his head on the other’s broad shoulder. “Now shush, Kujo. I’m trying to enjoy the moment without your bluntness ruining it.”
Jotaro laughs, putting an arm around him. “Yeah. I like you too, Rohan.”
“Oh, shut up Jotaro.”