✓ : 11/7/20
✎ : 677
✿ : angst, (v obscure) hurt/comfort
ϟ : violence (?), language

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Diiing dooong~!

Diiing dooong~!

Diiing dooong~!

"Coming!" Rohan shouts, tiredly shuffling down the stairs. Who could it be at this ungodly hour?

As soon as he unlocks the door, a huge figure lunges in, one hand grabbing his shirt and ramming him against the nearest wall, the other slapping some kind of magazine onto his chest. In other circumstances, Rohan would have summoned Heaven's Door without hesitation — but he gets the feeling he's already known too much about this man.

"What the fuck is this?" Kujo Jotaro snarls into his face, fists trembling ever so slightly against his chest.

"It's a gift." Meant to be one, anyway. Rohan squeezes his eyes shut when Jotaro barks, holding the crumpled-up book to his neck as if it's a knife:

"A gift? How dare you? How dare you?"

He throws the book down to the floor, front cover up, bolded title unfolding clearly. Stardust Crusaders. A mean wind thrusts in through the wide-open front door, flipping the pages until it stops on a two-page spread, starry sky high above the vast desert, encapsulating the tiny figures below. A dark-skinned man in an orange coat; an European man with two halves of a heart as earrings; a young redhead in a strangely nostalgic gakuran.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't wring your neck right now." Jotaro's seething growl pulls him back to the scene at present. No use in hiding now. Rohan looks up at the other man: white-knuckled, red-faced, glossy-eyed — he's a fucking mess and both of them know it. Rohan has sent him the manga just this morning (yesterday morning, now, he supposes), and by the looks of it, it hasn't been as well-received as he would have wanted it to be.

"It's a gift." He repeats, feeling Jotaro's hand tighten on his collar. "For you. That's the only copy. ... I'd hoped it would help."

With? Jotaro's razor-sharp scowl asks, but its owner doesn't seem to have the guts to voice it. Rohan's shoulder blades are beginning to hurt, being pressed up against the wall for so long, but he doesn't complain. That's probably nothing compared to the pain he has subjected Jotaro to by sending him that manga. (Rohan wishes he could feel worse about doing that.)

"I didn't ask."

The grip on his shirt loosens, and Rohan watches as the rage drains out of Jotaro, leaving only exhaustion behind. Laying bare, perhaps, the one thing he's always toiled to keep hidden.

"Something tells me you never will."

He pushes the man's hand away with relative ease. The way Jotaro's hat casts shadows onto his face makes Rohan want to grab a pen and paper and capture this whole moment right now, but this exchange is telling him that may be one of his bad habits.

Silence falls upon them like a heavy blanket. Rohan cannot see Jotaro's eyes, but the way the man's lips are ever so slightly drawing into a straight line tells him everything he needs to know. Jotaro bends down and picks up the manga at last, but shoves it into Rohan's arms instead:

"Keep it."

"It's yours. I have no use for it." Rohan replies. "If it really bothers you, take it home and burn it or rip it apart or something. I don't mind."

"I do."

Oh.

"Safekeeping... then." Rohan offers, and this is the first time Jotaro doesn't reject. "I'll hang onto it for you unt— if, you ever decide you want it back."

Jotaro's white coat hangs off of him like a sheet covering a corpse. Underneath the moonlight, he looks as if he's turned to stone; but then Jotaro nods, once, stiffly, before turning on his heels and leaving Rohan's house, not even bothering to shut the door behind himself. Watching that ghostly figure get into a car and drive away, Rohan cracks a vague smile at the thought of seeing him again tomorrow for the ongoing investigation.

Stardust Crusaders feels heavy in his hands as he trudges back to bed.

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jotakak? jotahan?? who fucking knows just let jotaro and his ptsd be

jotaro x mental health issues 😍😍😍😍

bruh should i actually put effort into the titles tho like are any of y'all even cracking up at this point

this was inspired by this comic i saw once on insta, where rohan uses heaven's door on jotaro & is touched by his tragic past™️ (damn when MY tragic past can get me boys??? it's OVER for yall 😍😍😍😍😍), and then decides to draw him a manga about his 50-day adventure. it was meant to be heartfelt & cute, but (and no offense to the artist) i personally interpreted it as super rude & unwelcomed & just, intrusive in general. so this is how i imagine jotaro would react 😌👌

anyway. jotaro ur probably rolling in ur grave rn huh ur mAriNE bIOloGisT what r u gna do to counteract that absolute power move brought to u by a 💯mangaka💯 #justasianthings

i need sleeb hhhh bye