H e a r t ♡ S h a p e d ♡ C h e r r y -- { J o t a K a k } (DISCONTINUED)

{ D a r k }

As of his recent fight, Jotaro started to find himself more spaced out than usual, thinking about all the things he could do to get back at Kakyoin for hurting him. All his thoughts were violent, bloody, dark...Yet he regret even imagining them afterwards.

That's what bothered him the most. He couldn't bring himself to hate the boy at all. That just made it worse.

He knew what he felt towards him.
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Jotaro Kujo loved Noriaki Kakyoin and the feeling wasn't mutual.

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Now, Jotaro just leaned on the balcony of his hotel room, a cigarette in hand and a bottle of sake in the other. "...Fuck.." he let his head hang. This journey so far was all just pure hell. His mother almost dies, he's forced to fight people with stands, he's rejected and slapped by a 5'10 boy who he kissed on emotional impulse.

He just let out a sigh and took a sip. "Fuck it all. Fuck that stup-- that stupid fucking star shit he said. Fate...fate doesn't exist," he took another sip, but it was more aggressive. "Fuckin...the Red String of Fate...liar. Absolute fucking liar. Nothing like that fucking exists." Jotaro then took a longer drink. "I can't believe I let that fucker get in my head..." he put the bottle to his lips again and this time chugged it.

The delinquent didn't bother to even glance at the finished bottle before tossing it back into the room. His gaze landed on the cigarette, which he disposed of as well. Not in the mood.

Jotaro went straight for his bed, not to sleep, but to just...

cry.

He never remembered crying much, but he always remembered how uncomfortable it was. That's why he made a promise to himself to never cry.

Yet, here he was. Shedding tears over one guy after twelve years of being clean.