madimpossibledreamer

...Well, it just so happens that tomorrow's the 14th, which is also a Jojo's Friday. So I'm posting the holiday fic (a shippy fic created after a bake sale in 2016, in December but we'll ignore that bit because it's shippy, hence the blast from the past tag) a day early. Happy Valentine's or Singles Awareness Day tomorrow, whichever fits your situation better!
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Shadowed Suspicion, universe optional, Fluff
Summary: Johan's a goof who babbles too much, and Fitz finds it adorable.
Word Count: 549
Rating: Gen

          “O-oh, right, here!”
          “A half eaten biscuit?” Fitz raises an eyebrow, bemused, and Xander flushes. He’s all sheepish, and it’s a far too cute look for him.
          “Well, they were selling them in the Student Center, and I saw one and thought of you and so bought it for you. You know, support your local English Honors Society and everything.”
          “You’re skipping part of the story,” Fitz points out mildly, holding the item in question lightly, and the babbling increases.
          “U-uhm, Imighthavegottenhungryduringclass. You know, because I have class forever and then I don’t get to eat lunch and I get really hungry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you a half-eaten cookie, but I just…”
          “How much were they?” He might as well ask questions to steer the explanation. Otherwise, he’ll get answers, but not to the questions he’s curious about.
          “A dollar.” The sheepishness only increases. “I didn’t have enough money on me for two. At least, I might’ve, but I was already rummaging around the change in my wallet enough. Though I handed it to her and said ‘I’m pretty sure this is a dollar’ and she said ‘I trust you, Jojo’ and I was like ‘well, the actual question here is do you trust my math skills’. Which, the answer to that question is no, by the way. You totally do not trust my math skills. I handed her fifteen cents too much. She handed it back.”
          “When did you learn that again?” He’s smiling, though, and it takes the bite off.
          Johan actually considers the question. “Uh, when I was still hanging around Willow, so…kindergarten or first grade, I think we started? That was before I learned the whole Joestar thing and went around the world and came back and stuff. Not that I don’t hang out with her now…you know what I mean.” He pauses, the adorable grin still on his face, then rushes forward. “Well, I figured out, again, that devil’s food cake and I don’t agree, which is a thing that I need to cement in my brain because yeah. Not that I have any serious reactions. I just feel weird. It still tastes good. Um, but I saw that and they said there was white chocolate and you love white chocolate and it’s kind of weird and different, like us.” He takes a breath of air and evaluates what he’d just said, and gets a little redder. “I mean…weird wasn’t the right word, was it? I mean…unique, I guess. We’re not like anyone else, and our relationship isn’t, which is great because I like us. I really like us. And, um, I guess if we’re carrying this metaphor all the way, I hope you like the cookie too.” He stops short, a little alarmed by the face Fitz is making.
          “That’s Pretender’s secret power, isn’t it? You’re far more adorable than any grown man should be.” He snorts and pulls Johan close, trying to hold in the laughter and the tears and the smile and only partially succeeding. “I like us, too. Whether or not I end up finding this silly cookie delicious. It and the gaudy bag and the sonnet and your story, never mind the way you tell it…not always, but the thought does count, here and now.”