Fluff cannon ready to be fired

Jotaro is the type where he will acknowledge the crush, but do nothing about it until he thinks it’s the time to do it. So expect him to be low-key protecting them while he says he isn’t. When he gets embarrassed around the crush, such as Holy doing anything that involves Jotaro, he will do the usual “hat over face and turning away” tactic. You don’t need to see him like this. He’s too cool for that kind of stuff.

Kakyoin will be the type where he also knows about the crush but will slowly act on it. Like a slow burn. He’ll steadily do more things for the crush until he decides to confess. When embarrassed, he’ll try to brush it off, until they point out the blush. Then he’ll probably cough and turn into a different direction.

Abdul will actually take some time to realize his feelings. For his crush, he’ll find himself caring more for their needs, such as making them tea and being a gentleman. You won’t really be able to tell when he’s embarrassed, since he’ll successfully brush it off. When you do notice, he’ll pretend he still isn’t.

Polnareff will know he has a crush and so will everyone else. He will outright do things for the crush and stand up for them. So, basically he’ll be doting on the crush most of the time. When he’s embarrassed, he’ll probably scream to himself. He has to look cool in your eyes! You can’t see this!

Josuke will have the feeling he has a crush, but won’t start really acting on it until he’s sure. During this transition, he’ll be a gentleman and then slowly become more of your protector if they get inconvenienced by someone. When he’s embarrassed, he’ll turn his head to the side and claim that he’s fine, when he really isn’t.

Okuyasu will have no idea that he has a crush until someone else points it out for him. Once done, he’ll hesitantly do more for the crush, like debate with himself if he should give them a gift or not. Expect him to go to the friends for help. When he’s embarrasses, he’ll probably stutter and claim that he isn’t. Josuke will point out his red face.

Koichi will be quick to notice his feelings, and consider being a better friend to them. He’ll try to do more things for the crush as well, going to the others for help when he thinks he needs it. When embarrassed, he’ll actually admit that he’s a little embarrassed, scratching the back of his head as he does it.

Ragna: You both will mostly just relax. Ragna goes through constant shit, so time to relax is a must, especially with the S/O. Mostly includes just laying around and not doing anything.

Jin: Similarly, you both will relax. His will be less peaceful, though, as you’d probably have to make him chill.  Probably just reading books and being near each other will cool him down.

Bang: Chill? Chilling does not exist with Bang. He will be teaching you how to be a ninja. It’s the thing he’s best at, so let the man teach you how to jump off of a wall. Or laugh with him as he messes up an example.

Tager: Usually in his free time Kokonoe works on him or makes him clean, but during the less meaningful tasks he likes it when ya accompany him. Usually talks with you during these times. Especially when Kokonoe isn’t bothering him.

Hazama: When Terumi isn’t taking control, prefers just being near each other in complete silence. Almost no sound at all. Also enjoys going out somewhere quiet, like a cafe or maybe a park. Hope that Terumi doesn’t come out.

Terumi: When Hazama isn’t taking control, he and you go fuck shit up, whether or not you want to. While Hazama likes silence, Terumi hates it, so enjoy constant talking and bloodshed.

Relius: Probably going to an actual library is what you two will do. Also messing with his science projects is fun in his free time. Also if he asks you if you want to help him don’t fucking do it.

Tao: You both go out to eat, what else? It’s Tao. But make sure you have enough money on you, because if you let Tao eat until her stomach is full, she will eat until her stomach is full. Also she can’t pay for it she’s poor.

Noel: Cooking is what you both will do together in free time. Just, uh, maybe teach her along as she cooks. And if her cooking looks normal, don’t taste it. No one needs to go to the hospital today, heh.

Makoto: You both just go do whatever happens to come to mind that day. Festival? Y’all go out! Raining? You guys go play in the rain! Nothing? Fine! You guys just lay around and complain!

Tsubaki: When she isn’t working, you both go read, too. Though she is also perfectly content with teaching you about history. Really she’s fine if you’re together.

Kokonoe: She usually spends her free time working on new tech or upgrades to existing tech Tager, but she is a talker when she’s working, especially when you’re there. She may even let you eat some of her snacks. Probably no tho.

Litchi: She is also working almost all the time in the clinic, but she enjoys sending time with you as she works. So you’ll probably be an unpaid assistant with her. But she’ll be happy to converse in the downtime between clients.

It all started with a letter.

One seemingly normal day, as you got ready for your office job, you found an envelope slipped under your door. Understandably concerned about the blank envelope, you opened it to see a folded piece of paper - a letter? You slipped the paper out of the envelope and unfolded it to see that it was indeed a letter. Taking a cautious sip of your coffee, your read the strange message.

"Hello, My Dear. You don't know me, but I do in fact know you. Ah, how I know you. I know of your likes, your dislikes, your hobbies, your habits. Someone in my position must keep tabs on people, no? However, at the moment it is not safe for us to meet, for I fear that the people who wish me harm would target you as well. Ahah, do not fret though, My Love, for you will be safe until you are in my arms. I will make sure you are kept safe. Until I write again, _____."

You almost spit out out your coffee as you finished the letter. Were, were you being stalked?! You were about to throw out the letter, but what if the writer of the strange letter was watching you at that time? Furthermore, who WAS the writer?! Someone obviously took the time to write it and place it at your door, but the envelope was blank and the letter left unsigned. Seeing as how you couldn't do much more with the letter, you placed it on top of the living room TV, looked around, and headed to work.

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The letters kept coming.

Every week or so you would be sent a letter that was slipped under your doorstep either early in the morning before you got up or late in the night after you had already gone to bed. What had not changed from letter to letter was the focus - it was always about you. The writer always wrote about you, commenting upon how your job was going or if you were eating right. They had never said much about themselves, only writing of how much they cared about you or how you both could not meet. Today was another day, and today held another letter.

You woke up for the day and got ready to go to work, when you realized that you hadn't checked for a letter today and rushed to the door. You had actually started to enjoy the letters, as the sender always wrote about you and despite the creepy undertones of someone stalking you, it kinda felt nice, someone paying so much attention to you. If you were having a bad day and were feeling down, looking at the kind words sent to you through the letters always managed to cheer you up. Once you arrived to the door, you say yet another blank envelope.

Picking up the package, blank as usual, you noticed that it held some weight to it. You opened it and found a pair of...earrings? In the center of each were small pink gems, maybe spinel, but jewel appraiser you were not, and surrounding the gems was silver that was heavily detailed. Wait, were they even real?! Thinking that maybe the letter would help clear things up, you traded the earrings for the paper from the envelope.

"Hello, My Dear. I hope you like the small gifts I left for you. If not, then do with them as you see fit. Sell them, break them, they belong to you as you to I, so there will be animosity between us if you do dispose of them. Though, I relish in the thought of you wearing them in public, marking you as my own, hahah. Although I'm sure the gifts would pale in comparison to you, Love. Until next week, _____."

That...didn't help at all. The sender didn't care if you threw them away? But if they gave you the gift, wouldn't that mean that they wanted you to cherish them? You could feel a headache looming. So, you just decided to grab both the letter and earrings and placed them on the table, along with the other letters, and headed to work.

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Today was different.

The letters now sometimes held gifts within their envelopes, ranging from jewelry and even money. Today's gift was a bracelet engraved with your name. The letter was similar to the others, praising you as usual, but the last line, frankly, frightened you.

"Today, we will finally meet, _____."

You almost choked on your coffee at that message. Was the sender going to kidnap you now?! You sighed. Nothing was going to happen, you had convinced yourself. So you sauntered off to work. That is, until a purple haired teenager quite literally ran into you on your way to work.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!" the teen apologized to you. Thankfully, you weren't at all fazed by the impact. And the kid looked so sorry, you couldn't scold him!

"Well, be careful next time, okay?" you forgave, smiling at him. You were just about to continue to work when the boy called out to you.

"H-hey! You're _____, right?" he shouted after you. You turned to him, your eyes widened. He took this as a yes. "Um, my bo-er, friend wanted to meet you!"

You stiffened. Was this friend your secret admirer? Was it this teen? "Sorry, but I'm on my way to work, and I'm almost late." You were about to turn around, but stopped due to the teen clinging on to you.

"Sorry, but can you call in today? My friend REALLY wants to meet you!" The teen started to tear up. You couldn't really ignore him now, could you? Besides, the sender would probably be pissed if you blew him off. Sighing, you nodded.

"Alright. Just give me a minute to call in." The teen brightened up and grinned. You took out your phone and called your boss, explaining to him that something came up and you had to miss. Though skeptical he let you off. You motioned to the teen that you were done, and he linked his hand with yours. "Great! Let's go!" he laughed, pulling you along in a different direction. You couldn't help but notice that the grip the purple teen had on your hand was unnaturally strong for someone of his size. "Oh! Haven't even introduced myself left! My name's Doppio!" the teen, whom you now known as Doppio, introduced.

"H-hello, Doppio. You already know my name, but it's _____." You felt the hand intertwined with yours tighten its grip. "So, where are we going?"

"No idea!" Doppio responded. You almost tripped."But we're almost there, so who cares!" You both ran, well, Doppio somewhat dragging you along, for a few minutes, and finally he stopped. You both had stopped in front of a study looking building, yet looked abandoned as well.

"I-is this the place?"

"Yup! At least he said it was!" So the writer was most likely a male. Pushing open the door and next you inside, Doppio looked behind to see if anyone followed, and followed.

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He led you through a few hallways, your anxiety increasing as you both went farther into the building. You weren't going to die, were you? Yeah, yeah you weren't. Finally, Doppio led you into a single room that looked better off than the others. As in, it had a lone table paired with two chairs.

"Oh, and, uh, he requested that you wear this while he makes his entrance." Suddenly, a thick cloth was pulled over your eyes and around your head. You started to, for lack of better words, freak out. "H-hey, please stop struggling! Nothing bad's gonna happen, he just needs to come in! The Boss promised!"

"...Boss?"

"...Well, he'll be here soon, so just wait there!" Doppio avoided your question and walk away, however far you were not sure. You were blindfolded at the moment, after all. So, you complied and stood still while getting lost in your thoughts. Who was coming to meet you? Why go to these lengths to meet you? Still lost, you failed to hear the footsteps that closed in on you. You felt a hand on your shoulder, jumped back, and would've screamed, if it were not for the hand that placed itself over your mouth.

“Please, _____, don’t scream. We wouldn’t want to attract attention to us, correct?” a deep voice in front of you, which you couldn’t recognize, said. After a few moments, seeing that you wouldn’t scream, the owner of the voice removed his hand

“Are you-!”

“Yes,” he responded, sliding his hands behind your head, them lingering on your hair, and nonchalantly removed the cloth that blocked your sight. “You may know me as Diavolo.” To you, the pink haired man, Diavolo, seemed attractive, though his hair and attire were...unique, to say the least. Did that even count as a shirt? Also, he seemed slightly familiar, but to what you couldn’t remember. He smirked at your looking. “Ah, you like how I look, hm?” You squeaked and blushed as a result, instantly turning away and prying your eyes off of him form.

He grunted, sounding displeased at your reaction, raising a hand to your chin and forcefully turning your head to his. “Don’t look away from me,” he muttered. He then closed the distance between you both, surprising you. You were unable to push him away as he moved the hand from your chin to the back of your head, securing your place. He had been in your presence for only, what, five minutes, and already he had kissed you. Should you return the kiss, or stay still as you were? Despite what you would have done, he pulled away.

“Ah, it’s understandable that you wouldn’t return the kiss of one you have only just met in person,” he chuckled. “I, however, have watched over you for a while now, so I couldn’t control myself.” Diavolo settled on holding his hand to his lips, lingering there as he talked.

“Um, it’s okay. About that, why were you watching me?” you asked, another blush appearing at his actions.