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madimpossibledreamerMe: I'm sick and unmotivated and mostly just want to sleep
also me: you know what sounds good? random sdc fluff
also me: nani?
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure AU Sickfic
Summary: Post-SDC bonding shenanigans.
Word Count: 865
Rating: Gen, as shippy as canon
Jotaro’s not known for his school attendance. Obviously. They’d kept an obsessive contact with each other after they returned, both afraid that if they turned their back the other would disappear. Even then, they found that they couldn’t spend all the time together; Jotaro would get antsy if he spent too much time around other people, while Kakyoin…
Well, it certainly wasn’t as genuine as his time with the Stardust Crusaders, but he did enjoy talking to other people in some capacity. And Jotaro didn’t. Even if he was just standing there silently, he’d get quieter and more stressed. There’s a part of Kakyoin that can feel calm, actually able to connect with others at least at a minimum level now that he knows for sure he’s not alone or insane but also that others weren’t being willfully cruel in refusing to acknowledge him as different. It will never replace his feelings toward Jotaro or the others, of course, but that doesn’t mean they’re worthless.
And while Jojo might appreciate finished art, its execution left him a little bored. A bored Jotaro is a problematic Jotaro, so Kakyoin doesn’t force him to accompany him there. Occasionally, when he feels like it, Jojo will bring his homework, but that’s rare.
So it’s not like they’re attached like Siamese twins, but still…after his mom had insisted he get a pager, he’d usually let Kakyoin at least know when he was skipping, just in case it was one of the days Kakyoin can’t handle normal, either.
Today, Kakyoin has heard nothing. Which has him concerned. He’s sent out feelers—or rather, Hierophant has, but his Stand found nothing. To be fair, Jotaro would be unlikely to stay within the school or within reach of the school if he’s skipping, but it was better than doing nothing.
There’s only so much he or Hierophant can take of being helpless, and they’re both reaching their limits. He almost runs out of the room at the end of the day—almost, because the sensei stops him.
“Kujo-san called, and her son is sick. Could you take his work to him?”
He swallows the overwhelming relief, managing an honest smile. “Of course.” His friend isn’t brutally dead, only sick. He doesn’t have to think about burying a friend or plotting revenge.
When he appears, Holly greets him with the same warm smile. It’s so much different than his own, distant family, who hadn’t even questioned his transferal to another school (after all, they travel so much, why should it matter?). He forces down the thought—after all, there’s only one person here who really should be upset by the situation, and it’s not him. Though it being Jotaro, probably he will just be stoic about it.
Well. He tries not to be too amused about it, since his friend will misconstrue it. If he’d ever had to imagine a sick Jotaro, he should’ve expected the glares. Jojo’s miserable. He’s bundled up in almost every blanket in the house, and coughs every now and then into the mask he’s wearing.
“Holly had me bring your work over, though I see you’re in no shape to get it done,” he explains, teasing look on his face, and gets a fierce glare. He reaches over and rubs Jotaro’s shoulder, and watches the green eyes close momentarily as his friend briefly relaxes before another coughing fit overtakes him. He’ll wash his hand later, just to be safe—just because he’s all right if he happens to get sick helping his friend does not mean that that is the desired outcome. “I’m sure anyone would prefer Holly as a nursemaid, but I can help, as well.”
“You’ll get sick,” Jotaro points out, voice filled with gravel, and Kakyoin smiles in return, calling his Stand.
“Hierophant often helps me take care of myself when I’m sick. I can work on my own homework in the living room or help your mother out with chores—don’t glare at me like that, Jotaro-kun, you wouldn’t want me to be a freeloader here would you?—and easily aid you as well.” He smiles mischievously. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind an excuse to play more videogames or read, even if I have to take care not to cover the pages or screen in germs.”
Jojo pulls himself further inside his shell of blankets, burrowing into the warmth. “More water,” he croaks, and Hierophant instantly wraps a tendril around the glass and propels itself away to the nearest sink (fortunately Kakyoin has a good knowledge of the house based on repeated visits).
“I am rather fond of Holly, but you do realize half of this is just to tease you?” he asks, quieter, honest, even as part of Hierophant soothingly rubs Jotaro’s sore throat.
There’s a snort that turns into another bout of coughing, and Star appears briefly, seethrough and weak. Enough for Jojo to voice his complaint even through the painful coughing fit. “Piss off, asshole.”
Kakyoin giggles as he stands and waves before slipping out, but he knows Jojo appreciates it, particularly from what feels like a death grip Jojo has on one of Hierophant’s tendrils and vice versa.
also me: you know what sounds good? random sdc fluff
also me: nani?
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure AU Sickfic
Summary: Post-SDC bonding shenanigans.
Word Count: 865
Rating: Gen, as shippy as canon
Kakyoin finds himself…unsettled.
Jotaro’s not known for his school attendance. Obviously. They’d kept an obsessive contact with each other after they returned, both afraid that if they turned their back the other would disappear. Even then, they found that they couldn’t spend all the time together; Jotaro would get antsy if he spent too much time around other people, while Kakyoin…
Well, it certainly wasn’t as genuine as his time with the Stardust Crusaders, but he did enjoy talking to other people in some capacity. And Jotaro didn’t. Even if he was just standing there silently, he’d get quieter and more stressed. There’s a part of Kakyoin that can feel calm, actually able to connect with others at least at a minimum level now that he knows for sure he’s not alone or insane but also that others weren’t being willfully cruel in refusing to acknowledge him as different. It will never replace his feelings toward Jotaro or the others, of course, but that doesn’t mean they’re worthless.
And while Jojo might appreciate finished art, its execution left him a little bored. A bored Jotaro is a problematic Jotaro, so Kakyoin doesn’t force him to accompany him there. Occasionally, when he feels like it, Jojo will bring his homework, but that’s rare.
So it’s not like they’re attached like Siamese twins, but still…after his mom had insisted he get a pager, he’d usually let Kakyoin at least know when he was skipping, just in case it was one of the days Kakyoin can’t handle normal, either.
Today, Kakyoin has heard nothing. Which has him concerned. He’s sent out feelers—or rather, Hierophant has, but his Stand found nothing. To be fair, Jotaro would be unlikely to stay within the school or within reach of the school if he’s skipping, but it was better than doing nothing.
There’s only so much he or Hierophant can take of being helpless, and they’re both reaching their limits. He almost runs out of the room at the end of the day—almost, because the sensei stops him.
“Kujo-san called, and her son is sick. Could you take his work to him?”
He swallows the overwhelming relief, managing an honest smile. “Of course.” His friend isn’t brutally dead, only sick. He doesn’t have to think about burying a friend or plotting revenge.
When he appears, Holly greets him with the same warm smile. It’s so much different than his own, distant family, who hadn’t even questioned his transferal to another school (after all, they travel so much, why should it matter?). He forces down the thought—after all, there’s only one person here who really should be upset by the situation, and it’s not him. Though it being Jotaro, probably he will just be stoic about it.
Well. He tries not to be too amused about it, since his friend will misconstrue it. If he’d ever had to imagine a sick Jotaro, he should’ve expected the glares. Jojo’s miserable. He’s bundled up in almost every blanket in the house, and coughs every now and then into the mask he’s wearing.
“Holly had me bring your work over, though I see you’re in no shape to get it done,” he explains, teasing look on his face, and gets a fierce glare. He reaches over and rubs Jotaro’s shoulder, and watches the green eyes close momentarily as his friend briefly relaxes before another coughing fit overtakes him. He’ll wash his hand later, just to be safe—just because he’s all right if he happens to get sick helping his friend does not mean that that is the desired outcome. “I’m sure anyone would prefer Holly as a nursemaid, but I can help, as well.”
“You’ll get sick,” Jotaro points out, voice filled with gravel, and Kakyoin smiles in return, calling his Stand.
“Hierophant often helps me take care of myself when I’m sick. I can work on my own homework in the living room or help your mother out with chores—don’t glare at me like that, Jotaro-kun, you wouldn’t want me to be a freeloader here would you?—and easily aid you as well.” He smiles mischievously. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind an excuse to play more videogames or read, even if I have to take care not to cover the pages or screen in germs.”
Jojo pulls himself further inside his shell of blankets, burrowing into the warmth. “More water,” he croaks, and Hierophant instantly wraps a tendril around the glass and propels itself away to the nearest sink (fortunately Kakyoin has a good knowledge of the house based on repeated visits).
“I am rather fond of Holly, but you do realize half of this is just to tease you?” he asks, quieter, honest, even as part of Hierophant soothingly rubs Jotaro’s sore throat.
There’s a snort that turns into another bout of coughing, and Star appears briefly, seethrough and weak. Enough for Jojo to voice his complaint even through the painful coughing fit. “Piss off, asshole.”
Kakyoin giggles as he stands and waves before slipping out, but he knows Jojo appreciates it, particularly from what feels like a death grip Jojo has on one of Hierophant’s tendrils and vice versa.
