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Finding yourself seated along one of the library's couches, book in hand, you held back a sigh. The book was fine, nothing really happened within it apart from some stereotypical forbidden love trope, but that wasn't why you were going to sigh.
It was because of the blond sitting right across from you along another couch, his nose was burrowed into a book as well but you could feel the occasional glances he'd give swiftly diverting his attention back towards the pages as soon as you'd lookup.
"I'm sorry but is there something you want to say?" closing up the book you had in hand and crossing your arms, your eyes focused on the blond before you, expression that of slight annoyance.
Peering up from his own book but not closing it Dio pursed his lips together releasing a hum, "What makes you think that?" His tone of voice was low, almost inquisitive although he knew what you were referring to.
Finally letting out that sigh you clicked your tongue, "You're staring," Beginning with that you raised a hand pointing an accusing finger towards the blond. "And don't tell me you're not because I'm not blind."
Pursing his lips firmly against one another he held his hand within the pages of his book closing it slightly, his posture straightened out a bit while amber hues trained themselves among your face. "Your awareness is bothersome."
Blinking quite a few times before eventually rolling your eyes, you rose from your seat placing the book on top of the wooden coffee table. "Glad to know that me being aware of my surroundings is bothersome to you," Scrunching up your face briefly afterward you raised a hand lightly tapping the side of your head with your finger. "I'll keep that in mind."
Turning right after uttering that you made your way towards the library's entrance, you figured that you'd spend enough painstaking minutes with the blond that your navy haired friend was missing you more than enough.
Watching you leave the library Dio remained seated, he wasn't about to get up and follow nor say anything. That wasn't exactly the type of person he was, instead, his gaze moved away from the library doors trailing across the coffee table before resting upon the book you'd been reading.
Leaning out of his seat to grasp the item he let out an airy laugh, "A woman with an appreciation for Shakespear," Eyeing the title he shook his head laughing once more, originally he assumed you'd be a snobby, prissy girl unable to hold her own.
But he was quickly proven wrong in that sense, sure you did irk him quite a lot for having just met but he knew that there could be some sort of potential, some sort of advantage he couldn't quite piece together at this point in time.
He knew he wanted to make the Joestars' life miserable, that was a fact, and knowing that you and Jonathan were close- could aid him in his endeavors.
Trailing down the hall till the door you were looking for came into view, you lightly knocked on it hearing a soft 'come in'.
Twisting the handle and ducking your head in you spotted your navy haired friend slouched in his desk chair, a pencil was clenched tightly in hand while scribbles upon scribbles littered the paper before him. Stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind you, you trailed over towards the boy leaning over his shoulder as if to take a peek at his work, your chin dropping softly onto the fabric of his blazer.
"You alright?" Your tone of voice was soft, worry was clearly woven through each word yet he could only just let out a long sigh in response.
"I'm just frustrated." Answering with that before releasing the steel grip on his writing utensil the navy haired boy leaned back into his chair peering up at you now that you'd pulled back from resting over his shoulder.
Blue eyes right away drifted across your features taking them in before he spoke once more, "He acts so perfect and I don't know if I can compete."
Pursing your lips at this you reached out softly cupping the boys facing in your hands, thumbs lightly running across the skin of his cheeks. You knew in this moment that he just needed some reassurance. "You don't need to compete Jonathan. You're already at the top in my books."
Taking in your words he visibly relaxed, his own hands raised to take yours off his face holding them in response. Your hands were always a bit smaller than his own, perhaps when he grows older they'd be substantially smaller.
"Thank you I-" His words were cut off quickly by the sound of a loud grumble followed by a gurgling sound. Both of which resonated from his stomach leading the boy to flush in embarrassment and you to hold back a laugh.
Tugging your hands away from his, you patted his head softly, "why don't we sneak into the kitchen and get you something to eat? Yeah?" Suggesting that you watched him scrunch up his face.
"Wouldn't we get in trouble?"
Waving your hand in a 'whatever' motion you smiled reassuringly, "it'll be fine. It's my idea anyway so even if we did get caught I'd take the blame." Taking his hand in your own you tugged the navy haired boy out of his chair urging him to follow.
Moving quickly down the hall mindful to avoid places that your parents and Mr.Joestar might've been. Turning down another hall you stopped before where you recalled the kitchen was pushing the door open and ushering your companion inside.
Luckily enough the Joestar house had two kitchens, one closer to the dining room and one in a separate wing of the house for whenever and if ever the family wanted to make something themselves.
"Should we turn the light on?" Keeping the doorway cracked open Jonathan watched you walk farther into the dark kitchen, arms outstretched to feel what was around.
"No, no someone will-" Your words were cut off by a pained groan having stumbled over a rubbery mat on the floor and into one of the counters.
Holding back a laugh he closed the kitchen door flicking on the light. "Are you alright?" Catching sight of your form crouched among the ground he watched you pop back up almost as soon as he spoke.
"Yeah yeah, peachy. Now, what do you feel like eating?" Disregarding the slight pain from having run into the counter you trailed towards the cupboards peering through them, nothing caught your attention off the bat leading to you move off towards another cupboard.
"Whatever there is to make I guess, I haven't really been in the extra kitchen for some time." Humming that out Jonathan trailed off towards another cupboard peering in, the contents were close to bare only really have a few cracker boxes.
Releasing a hum in response to his statement you practically crawled into one of the cabinets finding two jars sitting near the back, both of which were filled with something you were familiar with. "Well if you can find some bread I can whip up a good ol study snack that I used to eat?" Calling that back towards your companion he right away began shuffling around the room retrieving a loaf of bread.
Trailing over towards where you stood he set the bread on top of the counter, blue hues observed the way you cut it up into moderately thick slices before sliding the two jars over. "Do you mind opening these?"
"Oh sure." Doing as you'd asked Jonathan popped open both jars with little to no effort, one of the jars he could easily recognize as jam while the other he wasn't too sure on. "What are you making?"
Taking the knife currently clutched within your hand you'd taken a blob of jam spreading it onto one of the bread slices, "Have you ever heard of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" Asking that you'd quirked a brow towards the navy haired boy waiting for his response.
"I don't think so." Raking through his brain for anything remotely close to what you'd said he ended up letting out a noise to go along with his words confirming that he did not know exactly what you were talking about.
Having swapped off to begin spreading peanut butter on the other slice you slapped the two together cutting it in two triangular pieces. "Well then, I'll be happy to have been the first to offer you what I indulge myself in at least once a week." A smile stretched out across your lips as you'd slid the plate towards where he was leaning against the counter.
Eyeing the sandwich somewhat suspiciously Jonathan stared at the contrasting colours of the jam and Peanut Butter before reaching a hand out to pick up one of the slices from the plate. "Is it sweet?" The words left his lips quickly and his attention moved up towards where you stood.
"I'd say it's pretty sweet, somewhat savoury but you really just have to give it a try to understand what I'm talking about." Leaning onto the counter and resting your chin in the palm of your hand you waited for the navy haired boy to try the sandwich already.
Taking a breath he looked back down towards the sandwich taking a moderately small bite. The sweetness of the jam instantly made itself known followed by the odd smoothness of the peanut butter, the two flavours overall complimented each other quite well.
Watching his expression light up almost instantly you smiled softly watching him practically gobble down the rest of it.
"It's that good huh?"
He merely nodded in agreement now moving onto the second half of the sandwich. To say he was thankful for you helping him out now was an understatement, you've done so much for him and have been so kind since the beginning that maybe just maybe. . .he might have developed a small crush on you.
Now, unknown to the two of you there had been a bystander observing the whole interaction.
Amber hues peered in through the gap between the doorway observing the way the two of you interacted. There was a certain air around the two of you almost alluding towards something more than a friendship but he knew otherwise.
Hearing the both of you laugh he released a low hum pulling away from the doorway, he'd have to plan later.
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My friend pointed out that I wrote Jonathan eating the sandwich as if he's trying 'poor' people food- and I laughed so hard