This Is Fine- JotaKak

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The car reeks of the stench of sweat and sleep deprivation, a smell that at this point Jotaro and everyone else had normalized.

How many weeks had it been, he'd lost count. How many times did he have to see Kakyoin's happy little ass whenever they were sharing a hotel room?

To be really honest, he didn't quite mind. The high schooler realized that his classmate wasn't as a troublesome sleeper as he thought-
The most Kakyoin would really do is a soft whistle of a snore, that would soon fade to the sound of crickets in the country to Jotaro's tired ears.

Never had he been this close to a person. Never had he had to share a bed- at least not like this.

Never had he got to really notice the little details in the simple things of how his life was now.
How the other male took a decent amount of time to look right in the morning, as Jotaro shoved his greasy old hat on raven locks and threw on his school uniform.
Kakyoin also had a bit of a tendency to keep doing art on this trip- napkins in restaurants they'd stop at would be riddled with doodles of whatever they saw that day, and sometimes, the waitresses would see that and jokingly hand him a box of crayons from the kid's menu.

To which, he chuckled back at and would use in a professional manner, for how dinky these crayons were.

Jotaro wasn't much of an artist himself, having never been pleased with the result of his artistic talents. Joseph, Avdol and Polnareff- the quirky new friend they'd picked up- meanwhile would talk about how to navigate themselves to their destination.

In that moment, if Kakyoin has his head turned towards them, Jotaro would carefully study the boy's figure.

It seemed to have a feminine touch to it, as if a woman had tried to build him in the shape of herself and a man's at the same time. Blue eyes would scan the slim, smaller frame, and how it would gently remind him of his mother and how he towered over her.

And Kakyoin would feel the gaze, but say nothing of it.
Jotaro knew it.

"Well boys, I guess this is it. We're sleeping in open air tonight." Jotaro's grandfather grunted as he neared a deeper part in the middle of nowhere.
Here was the longest countryside the boys had ever been through, having passed already a city or two today.

It was a refreshing change, as much as the raven haired male would admit, as he was getting tired of Polnareff's elbow poking him in the side whenever either of them moved.

The vehicle comes to a stop, letting the hot night air surround the gang and recall them that they won't be needing blankets or much sleepwear in the first place.

"You know we can use the stars for navigation, right? Like sailors did, especially the ones who created the constellations..." Jotaro's ears picked up Kakyoin's hushed voice in the midst of nature's din, wanting to turn all that off so he could get some shuteye.

And yet, he lent Kakyoin his ear.

The magenta haired male shuffled to a proper spot in the scratchy grass with his classmate, shuffling the clothes they couldn't wear because of the heat that they were now using as sleeping mats.

And the duo lay underneath a pitch black sky sprinkled with spacedust.

Jotaro appreciated that about Kakyoin, how he could always sense the proper moments of silence, as this moment in particular.

Eyelashes fluttered closed for the night one final time in slumber, the sandman having arrived just in time for the boys to fall asleep at the same time.