Hi hiyaaaa! I love your writing so much, you're so talented♡
I'd like get your take on soulmate au! with main JOfoes and Diego if you can♡ Its one of my favorite tropes!!! And i honestly just love to know how they would act with their soulmate, especially when the when the whole concept is fate tying them to this one person.
Also, maybe we can see how their stands would act since technically stands are a part of the soul, right?. But only if you can ofc!
Holy shit you guys are COOKING with these asks 🤭🤭🤭
Also I’m trying to keep up I have 22 asks and 4 drafts please be patient with me 🥹🫰
Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW and fluff (?)
- Dio Brando would scorn the idea of soulmates, yet the more fate wraps your lives around each other, the more he begins to treat that invisible bond like a power he wants to dissect, control, and ultimately claim. His ruthless, ambitious nature makes him resent anything he did not choose, so the fact that you feel inevitable to him both enrages and intoxicates him.
- In this universe, you and Dio share a mirrored heartbeat: whenever your emotions spike - terror, rage, joy - his heart stutters in perfect sync, no matter the distance.
- The bond is not gentle; when you are in danger, his chest burns with a sharp, hot pain, as if something is clawing out of his ribs, dragging him toward you whether he wishes it or not.
- When you lock eyes for the first time, there is a split-second of shared déjà vu: you both see flashes of lives you should not remember - centuries, different countries, different names - but always the same pattern of you at his side and him reaching for you.
- Before he ever arrives at the Joestar estate, Dio’s father drunkenly rants about a “strange child” seen near the carriage crash that changed the Joestars’ lives, a good omen for them and a bad one for the Brandos - you were that child, offering help and being kindly noticed by George Joestar.
- On the rain-soaked ride up to the estate, the carriage nearly collides with a smaller coach, you, forcing both vehicles to a halt. You catch Dio’s eye through the window at the exact moment your shared heartbeat stutters, and he feels a surge of irrational hatred and fascination that he cannot explain.
- George Joestar later invites your family to stay as honored guests out of gratitude, which means Dio’s new “home,” his carefully plotted conquest, already has you in it, sliding into the Joestars’ good graces as if you were meant to be there.
- Whenever Dio tries to avoid you, the universe seems to rearrange itself: the only empty seat at dinner is beside you, the only free partner in fencing practice is you, the only one who witnesses a rare moment of vulnerability from him is, inevitably, you.
- More than once, the bond literally saves him: a falling chandelier, a spooked horse, a street brawl - each time, your body moves before your mind, dragging him out of harm’s way with inhuman reflex, driven by that shared heartbeat screaming that he must not die yet.
- He starts to notice a pattern: disasters tilt around you like you are the fixed point, and he is furious that some unseen law of the world has decided that you, not he, are the axis.
- Dio, described as manipulative, domineering, and megalomaniacal, despises the notion that anything - especially love or destiny - could bind him. At first, he resolves to treat you as a tool: if fate insists on giving him a soulmate, he will turn that into an advantage.
- He tests the bond cruelly at times: ignoring you for days, drawing close just to see how your heart races in tandem with his, picking fights with others just to watch whether you move to defend him. Every reaction of yours becomes data in his private research on “whatever this is.”
- Yet when you are hurt, his fury is immediate and uncalculated - he lashes out at the offender with a viciousness that even he finds surprising, then spends nights staring at his hands, hating that the first thing to ever shake his self-control is you.
- After he puts on the Stone Mask and becomes a vampire, the bond twists into something sharper: he can feel not just your panic, but the rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of your blood, the exact direction your heartbeat is pulling from.
- You, in turn, start to feel cold whenever he uses his new powers - time around you seems to “skip” in tiny ways, objects not where you remember them, shadows lingering a second too long; your soul is reacting to what he is becoming, trying to warn you.
- The mirrored heartbeat becomes a curse: when he is wounded by Hamon, your chest aches as though something inside you is being burned away, yet you still run toward the source of the pain - toward him - even as everyone else runs away.
- Dio eventually reframes the bond in his own terms: if soulmates exist, then you are not a gift from the universe - you are proof that the universe itself places something of equal weight beside him, and therefore you must belong to him. That thought satisfies his ego enough that he stops fighting the concept and starts planning around it.
- He whispers, half to you and half to the invisible laws that tied you together, that even if this world burns, the two of you will simply be reborn again and again - he as the conqueror, you as the constant he will always hunt down first.
- On some level he understands that if you die, the bond could drag him with you, and that terrifies him; so his “love” becomes a violent form of protection, one where he would rather break your wings and cage you than ever let fate, or anyone else, take you out of his reach.
- Kars would treat you being his fated soulmate as the universe admitting there exists exactly one other being worthy of orbiting his perfection, so fate keeps rewriting the script until you stand at his side.
- Instead of shared marks, your souls are tied by “rewritten outcomes”: whenever one of you narrowly escapes death or a turning point, the “unused” outcome is recycled into the other’s path, shoving you closer together.
- If you miss a train that should have derailed, Kars ends up hunting something near the replacement route where you’re stranded, drawn there by a completely different chain of events.
- If he avoids your city because of the Red Stone of Aja or Ripple users, that same city becomes where you are forced to relocate after an accident or disaster, as if reality reroutes you into his hunting grounds.
- You never share scars or tattoos, but your timelines share bruises: strange coincidences, canceled plans, weather changes, and freak incidents always close the distance between you.
- Lovers’ quarrel? Your job suddenly transfers you, but the new office happens to be built over ruins he’s investigating.
- Try to run from him? Flights are delayed, trains break down, and the only functioning route is the one that leads into his domain.
- At first, he thinks it is simply his genius and careful planning that keeps putting you in his way. Centuries of searching for the Red Stone of Aja have honed his instincts, so he assumes you are just another useful human who happens to survive improbable situations.
- He notices, however, that the improbabilities cluster around you: enemies miss you by inches, buildings collapse just after you step out, and hunters who target you always die to something else before they can touch you. With his superhuman intelligence and senses, he begins to test the pattern.
- He deliberately leaves you in situations that should guarantee your death, only to watch fate twist itself into knots to keep you alive and steer you back toward him. Eventually, he realizes that no matter how many variables he changes, the endpoint stabilizes: you and him, in the same place, again and again.
- Kars interprets the bond as cosmic validation of his ambition: even destiny “evolves” around him and has selected you as the one existence persistent enough to keep up. He becomes possessive, not in a purely romantic way at first, but in a territorial, almost scientific way: “The universe has invested too much in you for me to waste such a specimen.”
- He stops seeing repeated meetings as coincidence and starts referring to them as “course corrections,” as if the world itself cannot bear the idea of you far from him. Because he is obsessed with control and hates leaving anything to chance, he learns to weaponize the bond.
- He positions himself where fate clearly wants you to go, using the flow of events like a map: “If you are pulled to safety, I will be waiting at the end of every escape route.” In a twisted, tender way, he starts “helping” fate along - slanting situations so that you suffer less each time you are pushed back to him, as if smoothing the edges of an inevitable fall.
- From your perspective, it feels like you are living in a loop of déjà vu and unfinished business.
- You meet him in different eras, in different guises: a distant figure in ruins, a shadow on a cliff, a “stranger” whose eyes remember you before your mind does. Every time you try to build a life outside his orbit - new city, new job, new relationships - the universe quietly knocks over the dominos until he is there again, like the last piece that never changes.
- Kars gradually shifts from curiosity to fixation. His cells memorize your scent and your heartbeat the way they memorize the sun’s heat and animal DNA - you become a “constant” in his otherwise ever-changing, evolving body. He speaks of you in terms of destiny and design: “In ten thousand years, all things that could survive did so by evolving. You are the only anomaly - fate rewrites itself for you. For us.”
- If you keep resisting, he treats your defiance as part of the experiment and part of the attraction.
- Every attempt to escape is logged in his mind as new “data” on how deeply fate is willing to bend to keep you linked, and he grows almost gentle in how he intercepts you, no longer surprised to see you appear. He will corner you with a calm, cruel smile and ask, “How many times must your world collapse before you understand it is rebuilding itself around me?”
- If you finally choose him back, the bond stabilizes instead of manifesting as constant disaster.
- Natural catastrophes and freak coincidences around you diminish - the universe no longer has to shove you together because you remain by his side willingly. Kars begins to use his powers not just to survive but to co-author your fate - tweaking outcomes so you are protected, insulated, and elevated, almost like a ruler standing next to the ultimate life form, both of you at the center of a story the world can no longer rewrite without including you.
- Dio would treat a “fated soulmate” not as romance but as proof that the universe itself has chosen another ruler for his throne - and a weakness he intends to own before it owns him. The more fate pushes you together, the more he decides that if destiny tied you to him, he will weaponize that bond until there is nowhere in time or space you can exist without his shadow.
- In this universe, the Joestar star birthmark reacts to you. Instead of one star, Dio’s back bears a faint second outline that only fully appears when you are close, mirroring itself on your own skin like an unfinished constellation.
- The “second star” is not hereditary - no one else in the family has it - marking you as an anomaly in the same web of fate that links the Joestars, Dio, and Stand users, which fascinates him because it suggests destiny carved a place beside him long before he ever stole Jonathan’s body.
- Your own “scar” is a ghostly star on your body that burns or aches when he uses The World or when his life is in danger, a physical echo of the Joestar fate being forced to accept an extra piece.
- When you are near each other, both marks sharpen and darken, and when you touch them - skin to skin - there is a brief sense of stopped time, like the universe holding its breath as The World and your altered destiny synchronize.
- Dio scoffs at the idea of being bound by anything, yet the pattern is too precise even for him to ignore.
- You are repeatedly drawn into incidents involving Stand users connected to Dio, even if you try to stay uninvolved: accidents that force you to take shelter near his Cairo mansion, inexplicable encounters with his agents who all report “a strange feeling” about you and bring your existence to his attention.
- Psychic photographs that should show only Dio start glitching, leaving fragments of your silhouette or that doubled star mark, as if the Stand’s precognition cannot process a destiny that refuses to stay separate from his.
- When Enya or another servant mentions a human whose “aura” feels oddly like a Joestar’s but twisted, he is intrigued in the same way he is intrigued by rare, dangerous artifacts.
- The first time he actually sees you, the second star on his back flares into pain, and The World gives a tiny, involuntary twitch - time stutters for a fraction of a second, even though he did not consciously activate it.
- He instantly categorizes you as both a threat and a treasure: if fate has written your existence into the same script as his enemies, then claiming you is equivalent to seizing yet another part of their destiny for himself.
- Dio can be charismatic and even strangely calm around those he values as “chosen,” and he reserves his true introspective side only for a tiny inner circle. You slide into that category almost immediately, not because of kindness, but because destiny itself appears to bend around the two of you.
- He insists on interpreting the doubled star as proof that the Joestar lineage, fate, and heaven itself acknowledge him as the rightful center and you as the consort predetermined to stand at his side when he remakes the world.
- Around you, he oscillates between cold experimentation - testing the bond, forcing you into situations where your scar reacts to his danger or his time stop - and unsettling tenderness, speaking of the “heaven” he intends to reach and how your role in that design makes you irreplaceable.
- The same way Dio obsesses over fate and a “perfect world” where everyone knows their predetermined path, he starts to see your bond as a prototype of that ideal: two lives so entangled that deviation feels impossible. He claims this is liberation - freedom from uncertainty - but in practice it is a gilded cage constructed from inevitability.
- If you try to run, everything conspires to return you to him: missed flights, sudden Stand attacks, psychic warnings that always steer you back along routes that cross his orbit, as if the universe keeps resetting until you are where you “belong.”
- Eventually, he begins to speak of your union in almost religious terms, promising that when he realizes his vision of heaven, your shared destiny scar will be the sigil by which the new world recognizes its rulers - Dio, and the soulmate fate refused to separate from him.
- The bond first manifests as recurring “dreams” where you see through Kira’s eyes: his commute, his desk at Kameyu Department Store, the villas in northeast Morioh, his careful, ordered routines.
- At first it feels like an intrusive first-person POV nightmare, but the sensations are too crisp - smell of coffee, texture of paperwork, the way his hand twitches when someone talks too loudly - so you slowly realize these are not dreams but live glimpses into his actual life.
- Fate seems to sync your sleep with his most critical moments - on days your visions are longest, you “wake up” having watched him walk past Josuke and the others unnoticed, your heart pounding with a dread you can’t name.
- Little coincidences stack up: transfers at Kameyu mean your errands always route you past his office, your bus breaks down near his favorite walking path, and a sudden sale pulls you into the department store exactly when he is leaving for lunch.
- Every time you try to avoid the places you’ve seen in your “dreams” (the shoe shop, the villas, that particular street corner), something forces you there - lost directions, a friend’s last-minute request, or a delayed train that makes you cut through Morioh’s side streets.
- Kira notices the pattern too: for a man who hides behind anonymity and routine, the repetition of your face gnaws at his carefully controlled world, making him feel an irrational pull that clashes with his desire to remain a “nobody” who blends into the background.
- At first, your presence irritates him the same way loud people or disruptions to his schedule do, but the more he sees you, the more your existence becomes woven into his idea of a quiet life.
- He starts to test the bond in his own methodical way: subtly altering his routine (a different route, a different lunch time) to see if fate still drags you into his orbit, and every time you appear, it convinces him this is something beyond coincidence.
- The moment he realizes you might be seeing him in your sleep - a slip in conversation, a too-accurate description of somewhere only he should know - his calm cracks, and underneath the politeness you glimpse a possessive terror that you, of all people, could expose him.
- Killer Queen, usually expressionless and detached from Kira’s visible emotions, reacts differently around you; when you are near, its gaze is fixed, almost alert, as if constantly evaluating anything in your radius as either “harmless” or “target.”
- The Stand becomes hypersensitive to your presence: if someone raises their voice at you or jostles you too roughly on a crowded street, Killer Queen twitches at Kira’s side, fingers curling as though it wants to mark the offender as a bomb for daring to disturb the calm that now includes you.
- During your sleep-visions, you occasionally see Killer Queen from a double perspective - through Kira’s eyes and as if you are standing just behind the Stand - and sometimes it looks over its shoulder directly at where your soul hovers, like it can perceive you even in that astral state.
- The bond deepens: when Kira is under extreme stress, your body sometimes mirrors it - waking with bruised knuckles that echo where he struck someone, a ringing in your ears after he detonates a bomb, or phantom warmth clinging to your fingers where his hands closed around someone else’s.
- If Kira is injured, your dreams become suffocatingly vivid, forcing you to watch every second from behind his eyes, as if fate is insisting you bear witness to the real man you are tied to - a polite office worker and a meticulous, paraphilic killer rolled into one.
- Eventually, he understands that as long as this tether exists, you are the only person in Morioh who could truly know him and still be alive, and that realization turns his obsession lethal and protective: in his mind, the universe has already chosen you, and he will ensure that your “quiet life” never strays out of the path that leads directly back to him.
- The universe treats you as Diavolo’s missing piece, so your destinies are written as parallel lines that keep trying to merge. In fate’s “script”, you are always scheduled to cross his path - wrong train, wrong alley, wrong café - and reality keeps bending just enough to put you in his orbit.
- The unique tie: when you and Diavolo collide hard enough (a shove, a fall, a desperate grab), your consciousnesses slip and swap bodies during King Crimson’s erased time, as if the Stand can’t distinguish whose soul is supposed to occupy which vessel. After time resumes, you snap back - but pieces of emotion and sensation linger, leaving both of you with phantom feelings that aren’t originally yours.
- King Crimson’s usual certainty fractures whenever you are involved: Epitaph shows multiple futures layered on top of each other, all involving you, and none that Diavolo can fully erase. The Stand bristles and bares its teeth whenever you approach, not in hostility, but in a feral, possessive way, as if it recognizes a threat to its control over time.
- During body swaps, King Crimson behaves like a guard dog that suddenly does not know which “master” to defend; its aura clings to both your bodies at once, making you briefly capable of perceiving the afterimage of erased time and the heaviness of “fate’s gravity.”
- If anyone threatens you while swapped, it reacts with almost irrational violence, shredding any outcome where you die even if that means Diavolo himself will be harmed later.
- Diavolo, who built his identity on erasing the past and staying above fate, becomes paradoxically obsessed with you because you are the one event that keeps reoccurring no matter how he manipulates time.
- He tells himself you are a “loose end” to be cut, but his actions betray him: he investigates every coincidence involving you, studies your schedule, and silently edits the world around you to keep you alive and close.
- Every body swap exposes him to your fear, your tenderness, your mundane worries—the first time he feels a life that is not soaked in paranoia and blood.
- That intimacy terrifies him more than any enemy - he starts killing or relocating anyone who gets too close to you, framing it as strategy, when in truth he cannot stand the thought of fate pulling you toward anyone else.
- From your side, life becomes a series of “missing frames”: sudden jumps in time, bruises that aren’t yours, the lingering smell of cologne and gunpowder, and the echo of an unfamiliar male voice in your thoughts.
- After particularly violent collisions, you remember flashes of crimson, a towering Stand, and the weight of commanding an empire you never built.
- You start noticing patterns: clocks glitching when you’re anxious, crowds rearranging so you lock eyes with a stranger whose presence makes your chest tighten with déjà vu.
- Each collision leaves you and Diavolo slightly more synchronized - your heartbeat steadying when he is calm, your anger spiking when he is enraged - until it feels less like two people tied together and more like a single fate struggling to decide which body it belongs in.
- There comes a moment where, instead of trying to avoid him, you move toward the vision Epitaph shows - reaching for him at the exact second King Crimson activates, willingly stepping into the erased time that belongs only to him.
- In that gap between cause and effect, you stand together in a silent, red-tinted world where only the two of you can move, like a private stage built by destiny.
- Diavolo realizes that as long as you exist, fate will never fully be on his side - instead, it will always be dividing its allegiance between the man who tries to rule it and the soulmate it keeps pushing into his arms.
- For the first time, he stops erasing and simply lets the future play out - allowing your shared destiny to unfold, even if it means letting go of the illusion that he alone controls time.
- The first meeting feels like scripture written before time. Pucci doesn’t believe in coincidence, and when he meets you, something inside him - the same instinct that drives his faith - goes completely still. It’s not attraction; it’s recognition. As if one of the laws of Heaven whispered your name into his soul before he was born.
- You share a phenomenon Pucci calls “The Thread of Grace.” A faint silver thread connects your shadows - invisible to ordinary people but radiant under moonlight or within Whitesnake’s presence. It tugs gently when you’re apart, pulling you toward one another like gravity obeying an older law.
- You dream in synchrony. When Pucci kneels in prayer, your dreams align with his litany - you hear fragments of his confessions, see flashes of his memories.
- Sometimes you wake gasping with scripture on your lips that you’ve never read before. To him, this is sacred proof: you are bound by divine decree.
- Whitesnake senses the connection. Its presence stiffens whenever you’re near, almost protective. When you’re close, the air turns heavier - its stand discs emit faint harmonic ringing, like a choir note resonating through the world itself. In rare moments, Whitesnake’s usually blank mask forms the faint image of two entangled halos.
- Distance warps reality between you. If Pucci travels too far, strange “corrections” occur - mistaking strangers’ faces for yours, radios whispering your voice, roads subtly curving toward your direction.
- Even Stand users remark upon “the pull,” though few understand it. The universe wants you closer.
- You test fate, and it always reasserts itself. No matter how much either of you resist - whether for faith, fear, or duty - the outcome bends toward reunion.
- Ships arrive early, flights reroute, rain halts at your meeting place. Pucci views this as prophecy; you secretly fear it, because destiny doesn’t ask for consent.
- Your souls share an echo in Sound. When Pucci accelerates time with Made in Heaven, you remain the only being who perceives him consistently - your heartbeat synchronizes with his acceleration.
- In the final moments before universal reset, he finds comfort knowing that you alone follow him through the silence of eternity.
- Made in Heaven acknowledges you. Its form gleams brighter in your presence, as though Heaven itself reflects both of you.
- The Stand occasionally turns its head toward you, inclining ever so slightly, like a being recognizing an equal part of the prophecy it was born to fulfill. To Pucci, that silent gesture means confirmation: Heaven itself accepts you.
- His devotion becomes mutual entrapment. You represent what he loves most - inevitability. He prays for your safety the same way he prays for Heaven’s descent.
- But deep down, you can’t tell whether you’re partners or prisoners of divine design. Love under the weight of destiny feels both divine and unbearable.
- No matter how many timelines Valentine jumps through, he always finds you again. Sometimes, it’s a random brush of hands during a train ride. Other times, you appear as someone he’s sworn to manipulate or protect.
- Even when he kills his way to another dimension, you’re there - a constant, like the red thread that stitches together every version of his world. It’s as if the multiverse refuses to separate the two of you.
- D4C seems…confused by you. Its usual ability to displace objects and people between dimensions backfires the moment it involves you - it can’t duplicate or relocate you. Instead, your proximity amplifies its power.
- When D4C touches you, dimensional walls shimmer as if they recognize the bond, momentarily syncing every version of Valentine and you into alignment. In those moments, he can hear echoes of your voice in hundreds of possible worlds, whispering the same word - his name.
- He begins documenting every encounter: coordinates, season, your expression, how close he was to a national victory or personal downfall. It drives him half-mad because each record ends the same way - the world reforms, reality smooths over its wrinkles, and yet you remain.
- You are the only detail that can’t be rewritten. It forces him to confront an idea that terrifies him more than defeat: that his “fate” might not belong to America after all, but to you.
- Some versions of Valentine notice a faint red thread wound around your wrist and his, visible only during powerful bursts of D4C’s energy. When you tug it - whether consciously or not - he feels it, even across dimensions.
- The thread tightens when he lies or tries to abandon you. It slackens only when his intentions are genuine. It’s fate’s way of reminding him that destiny isn’t a battlefield - it’s a bond.
- In one iteration, after using D4C: Love Train, Valentine finds himself in a pure white void where cause and effect cease. You appear there, untouched by time, and for once he can’t invoke his ideals or politics.
- When he reaches out, the thread between your souls merges into his Stand’s heart - D4C changes subtly, its diamond emblem pulsing with faint heartbeats. It’s the universe conceding that you two are axiomatic - constants that cannot exist separately.
- Eventually, he stops fighting it. He begins to see you not as a distraction, but as a promise: that even someone as bound by duty and manipulation as himself can be fated in a way that feels human. To Valentine, loving you isn’t rebellion against fate - it’s proof that fate chose well.
- Ever since you first met, both of you have felt a peculiar tension in the air - not romantic right away, more like a haunting familiarity.
- The two of you share a mark, but it isn’t visible in any ordinary way - it manifests as identical golden dust motes that shimmer fleetingly across your skin whenever your palms brush or your gazes meet.
- Diego, ever the empiricist, tries to dismiss it as a trick of light… until he notices that the pattern mirrors the swirl of a horse’s gallop - his symbol, his rhythm.
- “The World” senses you before Diego consciously acknowledges your presence. Whenever you’re near, time doesn’t quite stop for him - it stutters, like reality is tugging on him to pay attention.
- In those moments, he feels his Stand pulse at the edge of his awareness, like a heartbeat synced to yours. It infuriates him at first - he doesn’t want destiny controlling him.
- Yet the more he resists, the more “The World” acts autonomously, subtly repositioning reality so you end up nearby again: catching the same train, standing by the same track fence, appearing in the same dreams.
- Even when you part ways, the universe conspires. Letters meant for others are addressed to you by mistake; the same gold coin he flips on a whim ends up landing beside your shoe miles away days later.
- The connective tissue between you is almost magnetic - an echo of Stand energy that writes its own luck. People whisper that you and Diego share a “Double Gravity,” an unseen principle that bends narratives, not just objects, toward alignment.
- Diego is not a man who believes in soulmates - he believes in victory, domination, proof. But your reappearance after every divergence gnaws at his pride.
- Soon he starts testing the phenomenon: leaving objects behind, forcing separations, pushing you away just to watch fate pull you back. Each reunion chips away at his disbelief.
- Even in battle, he feels “The World” hold its final second a fraction longer if you’re endangered - as though time itself hesitates for you.
- Eventually, it’s discovered that your souls are linked by a metaphysical “hourglass” - every time fate brings you together, one grain of infinite possibility slips from your world into his, tightening the knot between dimensions. You aren’t just his soulmate - you’re his axis.
- Without you, Diego’s “World” risks fracturing into stillness - with you, his clarity of purpose sharpens until reality itself folds perfectly around the two of you.
- When Diego finally stops fighting destiny, he doesn’t do it softly. He grips your hand in the middle of a storm he’s trying to outrun and says something low and dangerous like, “If fate wanted me to find you… then let it live with the consequences.”
- From then on, the mark of golden dust glows steady between you, the physical proof that you were never meant to exist apart.
- It starts subtly, almost comically. You find yourself always ending up in Toru’s orbit - taking the same route home after work, running into him at obscure cafés, even brushing hands over the same record at a thrift shop. It’s like the world arranges coincidences around him.
- Eventually, you realize it isn’t coincidence. No matter how you change your schedule, or where you go, something - an invisible pull, a gravitational tether - keeps redirecting you into his life. Toru notices this too, though he doesn’t say it aloud at first; he enjoys watching fate’s joke play out.
- The universe almost seems to course correct itself to bring you back when you drift apart. If you move away, something draws you back to Morioh - a family issue, a sudden job posting, a chance message from an old friend.
- Toru, whose existence revolves around avoidance and distance - both physical and emotional - finds your connection unsettling. He’s spent years letting Wonder of U make others walk away in despair, and now for the first time, someone keeps walking toward him despite every obstruction.
- He tries to test the bond. He disappears for days, weeks, even months. And every time, without fail, fate contrives to throw you into his path again. At one point he mutters, almost bitterly, “This isn’t supposed to be possible.”
- After a while, that bitterness softens into fascination. The inevitability of you becomes his comfort - a quiet, constant proof that even someone cursed by calamity can have something meant to stay.
- Wonder of U initially perceives you as a threat - not to Toru’s safety, but to his pattern, his narrative of perpetual isolation. When the Stand tries to create calamities around you (slipping glass, near-misses, falling branches), the misfortunes eerily redirect. A car skirted off the road… only to crash harmlessly into an empty lot.
- Eventually, the Stand seems to acknowledge the bond, circling around you rather than against you. Its form flickers when you’re near Toru - like it’s phasing out of hostility. It no longer tries to repel you, but instead mirrors your movements protectively, as if you’ve been folded into its concept of “him.”
- Toru notices this subtle shift and realizes that his Stand cannot undo whatever holds you together - a terrifying revelation for someone used to control, but also an oddly sacred one.
- You both share what could best be described as a “Calamity Echo” - a metaphysical link that balances the fortune and misfortune between you. When something horrible happens to Toru, you experience a small stroke of luck, and vice versa. The universe keeps you in a kind of karmic equilibrium.
- This link means you can both sense when the other is in danger - not through psychic awareness, but through instinct, deja vu, or the sudden shift of gravity around you. The world almost tilts toward where the other person stands.
- Toru jokingly calls it “gravity bias,” but deep down he’s terrified of how right that term feels. You are his center of gravity now, whether he wants to orbit you or crash into you.
- Over time, fate stops feeling like an external force and starts feeling like a third presence in your relationship - something warm, watchful, and relentless.
- Toru stops running. He starts meeting fate halfway. When he finds you standing in the same crosswalk one day, both of you smiling like you knew it would happen, he simply says, “I guess we ran out of ways not to meet.”
- And Wonder of U doesn’t appear that time. Because now, calamity has learned what it means to surrender.
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