~Two Years Later~

After that bizarre night, I came to the conclusion that this woman of fire and whips was my personal guardian angel. There was no other way to put it. No one else could see here but me, and yes, I tried showing her to my folks but there was no reaction to her. The woman also protected me from any harm or danger. I mean, this past Friday, I was nearly hit by a reckless car driver and she popped one of the vehicle's front tires. That caused it to flip itself over and miss me by 5 inches. Too close for my comfort but hey, I'm still alive so, I can't complain.

Although, since that night, I've always wondered if there were others out there with angels like mine. Would theirs look more different, or similar? I've been at this high school for two years already. I thought I would find at least one other blessed soul, and yet, no one seemed to have an angel, as far as I'm concerned. It was a damn shame.

I walked along the path that led to my high school. I was lost in my own thoughts until I heard the squeals of my fellow, female classmates. I rolled my eyes annoyingly as I turned myself around and proceeded to walk backwards, watching the events unfold now in front of me. Not far away, there was the group of fangirling school chicks.

"Hey, Jojo~!" One of the girls walked closer beside a young male, making their arms press against each other. "How are you? Did you sleep comfortably?"

"Jojo," another wild fangirl appeared, "would you like to share a bento with me at lunch? I can feed it to you, if you want?"

"Jojo!"

"Jojo, over here!"

"Jojo~!"

They were surrounding a tall delinquent boy known as Jotaro Kujo, or as others called him, Jojo. I, of course, knew who this punk was. He's been in my class for the past two years. Everyone knew he was a violent, stoic, rude, and mysterious bad boy. All the girls were obsessed with this guy; drooling, clinging, and fighting over him. No matter how many times he tells these girls to "shut up" or straight up calling them "annoying bitches", the ladies can't help but wet their panties. Ha! Sucks to be you, man. I smirked. I'm so glad my friends didn't apply for the same school as me. Or else I'd have to deal with them and their weird fantasies for that guy too. I just knew if they caught a glance of this man, they'd fall hard.

I turned my body back around before I could fall down the stairs behind me. Walking down, I bounced my body with every step while humming to the song Wake Me Up in my head. Though it was hard to keep the rhythm, because I could still hear the ear-twitching cries of the swooning girls.

Once I made it to school, I was greeted by many students at every corner.

"Hey (Last name)!"

"(Name), good morning!"

"Yo, (Last name), meet me at lunch. We need to discuss the project."

"How's it going, (Name)?"

Yep, I was pretty popular amongst my peers. Thankfully not the pretty-preppy kind though. I greeted them all back and promised to meet my project partner later. I sighed to myself. Damn, being popular is exhausting...but still nice. I had a good 30 minutes left before class, so I decided to go to the bathroom for a bit. Luckily, the bathroom was right next to my classroom and I left my things on my desk chair.

When I came back, the classroom was still empty. Except, there was actually one person sitting in a usually empty seat. Kujo.

"Oh, wow." I said, below my breath. Because Kujo was a regular ditcher, I had rarely seen him in class. He just caught me by surprise today. The male was leaning back on his chair. Staring out the window with his arms behind his head as a neck rest. Girl, quit staring and say something. This is just creepy. I scolded internally. "Uh, hey. Good morning, Kujo." My sudden voice seemed to have gotten his attention. I gave him a friendly wave, but am given nothing besides a bland glare. "..o~kay, then."

I ignored this lack of response and went back to my seat. Less than 10 minutes till the bell. I thought while staring at the clock. The silence between Kujo and I was almost suffocating, but I guess that was just the social butterfly in me. Anxiously, I gave the delinquent boy another glance and saw that he was staring back at me with his cold eyes. Underneath the shadow of his cap, they looked like they were glowing. His irises were aquamarine with a hint of soft blue. The gaze felt intimidating, but I could tell there was no ill-will, but a softness to them.

Before I could say anything to him, the first bell rang and students were flooding into the classroom. I didn't know whether to be upset for being cut off, or relieved for being saved from a potentially awkward conversation starter. Anyway, it didn't matter. I just kept my focus on the lesson.

🌠Jotaro🌠

When I was greeted by that random girl, I was worried that she could've been one of those fangirls of mine. That was until I heard her use my last name. Every other girl here calls me Jojo, much to my discomfort, but she didn't. I looked in her direction and she only gave me a wave.

"..o~kay, then." She walked back to her seat and stopped talking to me, but I continued to eye her down.

A few minutes passed when she decided to take another look in my direction. In that short moment, I analyzed her features as a whole. I saw that she had a (body type) figure. Her uniform looked like the rest of the females here, however, she decorated herself with a few punk accessories. I then scanned the girl's head and face. She had (color) hair that flowed down to her shoulders. It was also iron curled at it's ends, it seemed like she brushed it out to give it a more fuller look. Her face. It was definitely out there. She had lip piercing, that connected to, most likely, her ear by a thin chain. Then, there was her makeup, specifically around her (color) eyes. The design wasn't a modest approach but was more detailed and beguiling. It looked like a crown, framing the windows of the soul.

She was about to say something, but the bell had rung and chatty students were coming in. Yare yare daze..

~ After School~

I had ditched the last few classes because people were getting on my nerves. When it was finally time to head home for the day, I was out of the gates before anyone could see me.

For once, I thought I was alone. Walking home without any annoying distractions. Until some bastards thought they could mug me. Each of them had guns and another kind of weapon. They surrounded me.

"Hey there, buddy," one spoke, "don't try making this difficult. Just hand over whatever you have and we'll call it a day."

I glared at the punk, giving him my answer. "No."

"Do you have any fucking idea who we are?!" A second my man shouted, "We're a street gang known as the Backstabbers!"

"Yeah! So don't think for a second that you can walk away without paying, asshole!"

I sighed, pulling my cap downward. "God's sake. You're all so annoying."

"W-what did you say--?!" before the mugger could finish this sentence, I punched him, square in face.

That's when a brawl broke out. I was out numbered by 6 against 1, but I could take them. While some did manage to get a few hits on me, I pummeled them harder than they were capable of. It looked like the thugs were out cold by the end of fight, so I took my leave. However, suddenly, I heard footsteps running up behind me and I hear a voice.

"Kujo, look out!"

As if time had gone slow, my head turned around and I saw one of the thugs coming at me with a dagger in hand. I almost didn't have time to react, but I felt something come out of me and it began punching the thug into oblivion, saying 'ora' repeatedly.

"-ORA!"

With that last punch, it sent him flying back to the pile of bodies that were his gang mates. I stared in shock. I tried to piece together what just happened, but couldn't explain it 'cause it was so bizarre. I looked at the being behind this savage- almost deadly- retaliation and I almost fell back.

It was a purple giant of a man with black hair that defied gravity and a golden headband at the front. He barely had any clothes. On his bust there were golden shoulder pads for armor and dark pink scarf around his neck. Down to his lower half, he had pants with a white loincloth over then. And on his limbs, he had more golden pads protecting his knees and elbows and wore black gloves and boots.

"What the hell are you..?"

"No way. You have one too.." the voice from before caught my attention and saw that it belonged to the girl from earlier in class. "..a guardian angel."