Tap.Tap. The soft sound of Kakyoin's shoes striking the pavement was starting ot lull Jotaro into a daze. Last night, he had stayed up studying for a test. Ever since him and the redhead had become friends, about a week ago at this point, the delinquent's studying and school habits had gotten significantly better. The teachers took notice of his lifted mood and better attitude in class, and they paid a little more attention to the rumors that were spreading between their students. The most common one, was that JoJo had picked himself up a girlfriend, and because he could get his dick wet he,so, stopped being just a grump. Of course, that wasn't true. If anything, he had gotten himself an 'honorary' boyfriend. Noriaki texted him goodnight, and good morning. The Joestar had received multiple gifts, small little trinkets from the redhead over the past week. It astonished him how open Kakyoin was about his feelings towards the delinquent. Just the other day, a few boys had tried to jump him because he was a 'disgusting homo' - of course, Kakyoin walked away with only a few bumps and bruises. The others – well, Jotaro wasn't sure. Last, he had heard, one of them had complications in the emergency room, but of course, these were just rumors. Looking at the redhead now, happily skipping through puddles you couldn't see a boy who could kill another.

"Hey, JoJo." the redhead spoke up placing Jotaro back into the present. "Are you going so Mosu-san's party tonight?"

"Mosu, the third year?"the dark-haired teen frowned skeptically. "You can only get in by invitation – I hear he even has a bouncer."

The shorter male smirked, and he pulled out from his bag, a shiny golden looking postcard. It was signed by the host of the party, and specifically stated Kakyoin's name and that he could bring a plus one. Jotaro gaped. Mosu threw two parties every year, while his parents were away on business. One, at the beginning of the year and one towards the end - this year, was his last chance to throw a house party. Someone who wasn't in his circle getting invited was unheard of, even impossible. Especially –first years like them.

"How did you get that?" the delinquent grabbed the invitation and stared at it, wondering if it was real. While, the Joestar wasn't all that into parties, but ever since the beginning of this year he had wanted to attend this party. To his school, going to Mosu's party was like winning the lottery, and considering this was the last year it would be held - Jotaro couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

Noriaki chuckled and he grabbed the invitation back. "I'm in his fifth period. The guy needed his grades to come back up...So, in exchange for me completing his homework – I asked for this. We'll be the only first years there. Our social status will climb!"

"Woah," Jotaro tilted his head. "Never took for the type that cared about popularity"

The redhead huffed, "Well, if I want to be able to hang out with you without getting harassed every five-minutes in class, I got to get up on your level. Right now I'm the 'school weirdo' but this little slip of paper is my ticket to the top." he reached over and slung his arm around the taller's shoulders. "We'll be like gods."

"Maybe you'll even get a hot third-year girlfriend." Jotaro chuckled. Kakyoin rolled his eyes and made a face.

"No thanks, I only want one person by my side." he flashed the Joestar a sly smile.

This made the delinquent turn away from his bright gaze, he found that it was difficult to look Noriaki in the eye. They were simply so bright and sharp, and the way he looked at the male made him feel like he was being pinned beneath the claws of a
predator. He didn't like the way the redhead could make his heart squirm. He sighed deeply, all of his ecstatic emotions deflating as he realized he stood before his front gate. He didn't even say goodbye, he simply waved to Kakyoin and walked through the gate. The redhead paused and a look of understanding flashed through his gaze before he turned around, to head three blocks back. Jotaro wouldn't understand why the boy went so far out of his way to walk with him home. It was starting to kind of scare him, and JoJo didn't scare easily. Simply how infatuated with him was Noriaki? This wasn't at all like the puppy-dog crushes his fangirls had.

He set down his bag, "I'm home!" he called out and he was surprised that answer that came from the kitchen. He cursed slowly, and he raced into the kitchen finding his mother slaving away over the stove, a soft smile on her face. Despite that smile, her eyes had large bags beneath them, a terrible cough had been keeping her awake. Her skin was clammy and he could see a soft shake in her hands.

"JoJo!" Holly smiled, and she waved at him with her spatula – as she flipped the burgers she was cooking. "Welcome home, I'm making hamburgers because I know
how much you enjoy American food!"

"You shouldn't be up and about!" Jotaro snapped in frustration and he walked over shoving the small woman aside. Holly's body seemed to give out and her son barely caught her with Star Platinum, harsh coughing ripped through her chest and body, as she shook like a leaf.

"Stupid bitch."
Usually, a mother would slap her child for saying something so coarse to her, but Holly knew that was her son's way of showing he cared. He had always been a tough guy, never really wanting to let other's get too close to him. She guessed; this was partly her fault for letting his father walk out on him. Jotaro had cried for a while, and  then, after about a month – he changed. He went from a happy, out-going boy to a child who had watched someone he loved and looked up to up and leave. Holly shook her head and stood up, leaning heavily against Jotaro as her head spun.

"Thank you Jotaro," she sighed. "I'll finish dinner up."

"No." the dark-haired male snarled and he pressed a hand to her forehead, the woman was burning up. "You're going to rest."

After turning off the stove, and covering the half-cooked burgers up, he led her out of the kitchen. He laid the woman down in her room upon her futon. She smiled at her son, before another round of coughing fits took over her body. Jotaro went back to the kitchen and dipped a rag into cool water, bringing a bowl of it back. He laid it upon his mother's forehead brows furrowed with concern.

"Have you thrown up today?" he
asked and Holly nodded.

"Yes..." her voice trailed off, and she went to sit up but JoJo pushed her back against the bed.

Jotaro sighed and he took off his hat running a hand through his hair, he bet that the moment he had left the house this morning – Holly had gotten out of bed to do chores. She was a stubborn woman, even if she didn't show it all the time. That's where he got it from. Holly noticed all sorts of things in her son's behavior that others didn't pick up on. She watched as his eyes darted to the clock or a brief moment, and a slump of his shoulders.

"What's wrong?"she asked, and Jotaro huffed

"The fact that my mother can't keep herself in bed and be responsible for her health. "his tone was cold, but worry leaked through it. The blonde woman shook her head.

"That's not it." the tall teenager glanced at her and sighed.

"I was invited to a party, by a friend. I want to go but..."

Holly sighed, feeling a bit guilty. As much as she hated lying in bed all day, she shouldn't be causing problems for Jotaro. "But you're too worried about me. Oh, JoJo! "she grinned and pulled her son into a hug, who squirmed and grimaced – he would never admit he liked it. "You are the sweetest son a mother could ask for! Go to that party – you're young and should be out and about, not stuck here with your overbearing mom."

"Overbearing is right. Let go of me, woman." the Joestar chuckled a little and he put his hat back on before he stood, his mind shifting around ideas of what he should wear. He didn't think that is usual get-up would suffice. He glanced back at his mother as she wetted the rag again, rung it out and placed it back on her forehead. Jotaro bit the inside of his lip and swallowed down his worry. It's just a cold. He told himself, but he couldn't get rid of the unease settling into him. The delinquent as he turned away, missed the sight of a vine-covered with small flowers, sneaking up past Holly's shoulder.

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The tall male ran a hand through his hair again, he felt a bit vulnerable without his hat – which was odd, but he guessed he had just gotten too used to wearing it. He was sporting a tight, black-turtleneck that had a golden pin placed the neck. Jotaro had decided to match this with a blue jacket he had, that hung around his knees. The delinquent had completely forgotten he even owned it, and then, topped it off with some white slacks and shoes. Honestly, he felt a little silly dressing up for some party, but he guessed he couldn't wipe away all of his normal teenage habits. Worrying about how you looked was normal for people his age. Jotaro pulled a comb out from his pocket and attempted to comb back his inky locks of hair, but a few small curls still hung on his forehead. He glances back at the front door he had been staring at for the past few minutes. His heartbeat would pick up every time he looked at it, which was stupid. This isn't a date. Relax.  He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed at how strange Noriaki made him feel standing there on his front steps. The butterflies that fluttered against his insides were starting to get annoying. Jotaro pounded on the door. He heard footsteps, and then, the door swung open. He was faced with a man the same height as Noriaki, and they looked almost identical except for the soft stubble across the man's face. The teenager was taken aback because at first, he almost thought it was his redhaired friend. The man stared blankly at Jotaro for a few moments, before he smiled. It seemed strained.

"You must be my son's tomboy girlfriend."

Jotaro balked, "Excuse me?"

The man blinked and he corrected himself, "Oh! I'm sorry! You just have very pretty features."

"I told you not to answer the door!" a familiar voice cut in and the Joestar was relieved as Kakyoin came into view shoving aside the other male. He huffed and shook his head pushing his father out of the way before slamming the door. "I'm sorry, my dad is as blind as a bat without his glasses."

The dark-haired male chuckled softly, still embarrassed by the whole thing. That was the first time he had been mistaken for a chick as you would expect. At least Mr.Kakyoin clearly had an open mind – since he thought someone who was six foot five was a woman. Noriaki sighed and he turned towards his companion blinking a
few times as he took in his outfit.

"You clean up good." the redhead teased, and he nudged at the taller. "If only your fan club could see you dressed like this."

JoJo rolled his eyes and huffed at the thought. He glanced at his friend and examined his choice of clothes. Kakyoin was sporting tight green pants that flared almost comically out at the bottoms, showing off his red-dress shoes. Replacing his red-drop earrings were golden hoops, and he wore a white-button-down. On top of it, he was wearing a red jacket, with golden stripes running down the sleeves. The male also was wearing back fingerless gloves. Jotaro chuckled.

"You look ready to party." he was caught off guard by the smirk he was given.

"And ready to try some dirty dancing. Do you know how to dance?" Kakyoin asked raising an eyebrow. The delinquent sucked in a breath and shoved his hands into his pockets as they went on their way. He looked away from the redhead, and he stared at the ground.

Noriaki shook his head, "I'll take that as a no. Don't worry, no-one is going to care."

"Whatever." he huffed and his companion allowed silence to fall between them.

The click of the heel on their shoes created a calming rhythm. The dark-haired teenager was unaware of the eyes upon him as he pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket, and lit it. Kakyoin couldn't help but stare. Walking beside him as the sunset Jotaro looked like an entirely different creature than he usually was. The blue of the jacket made his eyes glow in the low light, and the white made his sharp features more prominent. The redhead bit into his lip, the tightness of Jotaro's clothing made his head run down all sorts of rabbit holes. He clenched his hands into fists. No one would be able to keep their eyes off of Jotaro, that was the curse of being in love with
a beautiful creature.

He would need to try and keep himself in check. Noriaki couldn't risk his jealousy getting out of hand at this party. Though, if anyone dare lay a hand on his Jotaro - they'd have to answer to him later. The smaller male's eyes darted back to Jotaro's face watching as his lips pursed around his cancer stick breathing in the nicotine. Kakyoin smiled softly as he noticed a gentle gleam upon his lips, the delinquent was wearing lip-gloss. The redhead purred internally. You're so cute it hurts me, JoJo. Jotaro stomping out the lit cigarette brought Kakyoin's attention back to reality.

The dark-haired teenager nodded towards the large house that they had come across, lights streaming from the windows and, music was blaring. There was a line of well-dressed third-years outside, being allowed in by a hulking mass of man. The Joestar took a deep breath and continued on his way – there was no turning back once he stepped into the line. The redhead stalled behind and picked up the crushed cancer stick shoving it into his back pocket. They stepped into the line, and instantly, the older students took notice of them. Whispering flowed up the line, and a few girls stared at them with a predatory look. Young and handsome impressionable (possibly virgin) first years probably looked like tasty morsels to them.

There was no turning back now.