#jotak

Pairing - Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin

Smut/Fluff/Angst - Angst and eventual slow burn fluff and smut

AU - None

Warnings - Swearing, will get graphic about wounds maybe, smut.

Chapter One Here / Chapter Two Here

CHAPTER THREE

Realization

    Kakyoin had been awake for a solid three weeks now; and he hasn’t gotten much better mentally. Kakyoin was good at hiding it though, good at hiding it to everyone but Jotaro. Jotaro saw right through the fake smiles and forced pleasantries. Kakyoin hated himself now, and he didn’t think anything was gonna be able to change that. Every single time he had to take his hospital down off, he looked at his abdomen; the utter disgust clearly smearing his features. When the nurses come to change his bandages, he wants to scream. Not only does it hurt to feel the scabs of the stitches that has fused with the bandages be ripped off of him, but the giant crater of a hole that covers 80% of his stomach makes him want to hurl.

    Since the stitches were still not fully healed, you can see every scab. The stitching accentuates every tear of flesh; all the violent rips. The memories of cracking bones and potentially punctured lungs; and the blood. Oh god the blood… It was everywhere. On his face, in his mouth and throat, on his clothes. The bent and warped metal of the water tower piercing his flesh, puncturing even more holes into the seventeen year old boy. Memories all too vivid; and then nothing. He doesn’t remember anything after that. Just waking up in the hospital, to the far too bright fluorescent lights shining into his eyes. Everytime he looks at his wound, memories of all the feelings he felt when crumpled against that broken water tower flooding into his mind.

    Only when he was alone did he let those tears flow out of his eyes and down his cheeks. But tonight was different; he hadn’t realized that Jotaro had entered the room, coming in to give him a magazine from the waiting room. Jotaro stood in the corner of the room, deathly silent as he watched the shadow of his best friend shake with the strength of his sobs; occasionally placing a hand of his wound and crying harder. There was a hand placed on top of Kakyoin’s own, the boys head snapping up and looking around to find the owner of this hand; his sobs momentarily paused. Soon he met the cool blue eyes he had grown to love and appreciate, wide in shock about seeing the man he loved so dearly, so mentally wrecked.

    “Kakyoin…” Jotaro’s voice was hardly above a whisper, as he stared down at the red headed man. Kakyoin took his hand from Jotaro’s and wiped his eyes, a few sniffs escaping him.

    “Ah Jojo, I didn’t hear you come in… How long have you been in here?” Kakyoin couldn’t meet Jotaro’s gaze. He already knew it was going to be filled with shame and disappointment.

    “Kak don’t try to act like I didn’t just witness you sobbing. What’s got you so bent out of shape? Physically you’re getting better. You are gonna be starting more physical therapy soon and you’re alive.” Kakyoin shook his head, a melancholy smile stretching across his face.

    “You don’t get it, do you Jojo?” Kakyoin’s voice cracked as he spoke, hoarse from the crying.

    “Then make me understand Noriaki. I want to know what's going on inside your head; I need to know what’s going on inside your head.” Thus triggered a breakdown. Everything Kakyoin had been hiding from the other crusaders flooding out of Kakyoin and into Jotaro. Every thought and feeling, every memory and panic attack triggered by PTSD. Jotaro listened tentatively, and always made sure Kakyoin knew he was listening; occasionally giving a small nod or a quiet hum. Eventually once Kakyoin had started to calm down, Jotaro wrapped an arm around the smaller man; which he immediately leaned into, taking shelter in the larger man’s broad shoulders. He never pinned Jotaro as the kind of guy to give hugs, and he normally wasn’t but seeing Kakyoin like this? It pained him so deeply, the feeling of a dagger tearing through his heart is all he could compare it to. Eventually both of Jotaro’s large arms wrapped around the redhead, tears falling onto his shoulders. 

    “Noriaki, you have no idea how much it hurts to see you like this. You are stronger than any of us combined. I mean look at you! You took a punch to the stomach and came back alive. You have no idea how willing we all are to help you through this just so we can have our Kakyoin back.” A hand began running through Kakyoin’s hair, though both of Jotaro’s hands were still wrapped around him. When he looked up, he found himself looking at Star Platinum, a soft smile on its face. 

    “Noriaki, I’m in love with you. I was too scared to tell you that during the trip, so when you got hurt I thought I had lost my chance to tell you just how much I care about you. I was in your room almost every single day of you being in a coma, hoping that you would be awake or would wake up with me sitting there; so when you did wake up, you can understand how ecstatic I was to have a second chance at telling you. I’m not losing my second chance Nori.” Jotaro’s grip on Kakyoin had tightened ever so slightly, but enough for him to notice. All Kakyoin could do was stare at Jotaro. Was he being serious? He visited him every single day? He loved him? Please God don’t let this be some cruel cosmic joke. 

    An overly large smile spread across Kakyoin’s face and for once, it was genuine. He placed two shaky hands on either side of Jotaro’s face and smiled even wider than before. 

    “Jojo, I’ve never felt more happy. Spending so much time with you has really made me come to love you.” Now it was Jotaro’s time to smile like an idiot; you could almost see the hearts in his eyes. Never once had someone made Jotaro so happy, and to know that this person reciprocated his romantic feelings put him over the moon. It was quick, shy, and soft, but Jotaro put a small kiss onto Kakyoin’s lips making both of them flush red.