A Tentative Connection

You know...for shipping these two, I write a lot of pointless platonic fluff...
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure universe optional
Summary: Kakyoin can't quite figure out how to approach the student that saved him...
Word Count: 340
Rating: Gen

            “Jotaro, I—” Kakyoin starts, but he hesitates.
            Jotaro takes a long drag from the cigarette and finally glances over.  “Stop pussyfooting around.”
            “I can see why your mother was so excited that you might finally get a friend!” he responds hotly, eyes blazing, and then clamps his hands to his face, eyes wide.  He just said…he just said that.  To the man who risked his life to save someone who tried so very hard to kill him.
            The hat’s tugged lower and the brunet glances away again.  “Yare yare daze,” is his response, which Kakyoin’s beginning to suspect is a favorite phrase of his.  Noriaki’s beginning to wonder whether he’s wasting his time (and damaging his lungs and eyes in the process) when he sees it—just that slightest hint of a smirk, mostly hidden by the coat collar and the hat, and realizes that despite what anyone might think, this delinquent has a sense of humor.
            In this light Jojo’s favorite phrase reads as That’s more like it.
            Which might be bad, giving Kakyoin’s inner snark permission to surface, but…it’s fun.  And it seems like Jotaro doesn’t mind.
            A beautiful friendship indeed.
            “I’m going to read,” he announces, “…so I need to get my book from our room.  Could you finish the cigarette before I get back?”
            Jotaro rolls his eyes but lets the cigarette fly out of his hands.  Kakyoin opens his mouth to scold his fellow student for littering, but Star Platinum suddenly appears, battering the object beyond recognition with a soft, joyous cry.
            He’s showing off.  Or letting out some steam.
            “I ate enough at lunch,” he responds just as Kakyoin is, again, about to leave, stretching out on one of the chairs and placing his hat over his face.  “If Polnareff comes to bother you about going anywhere, tell him to piss off.”
            “But, Jojo, what if I’m hungry?” Kakyoin asks teasingly.  He gets no reply.  Either he’s being ignored, or Jotaro can fall asleep at the (literal) drop of a hat.
            Progress, though.