#jotaro

Your stands were so in love it was sickening, the worst version of third wheeling you could ever imagine. 

Your Stand and Star Platinum were tangled up behind you, not full-on making out anymore but definitely not letting go either. She had her arms looped around his neck, forehead pressed to his, while he kept one massive hand on her lower back, the other gently brushing a strand of ethereal hair from her face. It was soft. Way too soft. And gross in a cute way.

You couldn’t stop staring at the floor. Jotaro was doing the same, arms crossed so tight his knuckles were probably white under those gloves. The silence stretched until it got unbearable.

You cleared your throat. “This is... disgusting.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “They’re acting like idiots.”

Your stand let out a happy little sigh and nuzzled closer to Star Platinum’s chest. He responded by tilting his head down and pressing the softest kiss to the top of her head. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “They’re so in love it’s actually making me nauseous. Look at them. They’re practically glowing.”

Jotaro grunted in agreement, but he didn’t look up. “Every single time we try to argue, it turns into this.”

You bit your lip, then forced the words out before you could chicken out. “Isn’t a stand... you know, a representation of your own psychic energy? Like, it’s basically a part of your soul or whatever. So if they’re doing all this...”

You trailed off, finally glancing at him. Jotaro’s eyes snapped up to yours, wide for half a second before he slammed the stoic mask back on. But you saw it. That flicker of pure panic.

“No,” he said flatly. Too fast. “There’s no way.”

You nodded way too quickly, relief and denial mixing together in your chest. “Exactly. No way. That would mean... that we...”

You both went quiet again. Behind you, Star Platinum murmured ora and your stand giggled, before kissing him on the corner of his mouth. The sound made your face burn hotter.

You rushed to fill the silence. “It’s probably just... a glitch or something. Stands are weird anyway. Maybe they’re feeding off our fighting energy and turning it into... whatever this is.”

Jotaro gave a stiff nod, shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “Must be. My psychic energy doesn’t... like anyone. Especially not you.”

“Ouch,” you shot back, but there was no real bite in it. You were both clinging to the excuse like it was a life raft. “Well, mine definitely doesn’t like you either. You’re too cold, you never listen and you act like everything’s beneath you.”

He huffed, almost a laugh but not quite. “And you worry about every damn thing and yell too much.”

“See?” You pointed between the two of you, trying to sound confident. “We don’t like each other. At all. So this whole thing with the Stands is just... random. Psychic nonsense.”

“Exactly.” He adjusted his hat, pulling it lower like he could hide behind it. “Dumb nonsense.”

Your stand chose that moment to cup Star Platinum’s face in her hands and kiss him slow and sweet, like she was trying to prove a point. Star Platinum’s eyes half-closed and he kissed her back just as gently, one hand stroking her back in lazy circles.

You and Jotaro both looked away at the exact same time, faces burning.

“Dumb nonsense,” you mumbled, voice smaller now.

“Yeah.”

Neither of you moved. The stands kept being all lovey-dovey and gross behind you, but the awkward tension between you and Jotaro felt... different. Like you were both secretly relieved to have this stupid excuse to keep pretending.

You didn’t like him. He didn’t like you. That was the story you were both sticking to.

Even if your psychic energy was screaming the opposite.

You risked one more glance at him. Jotaro was watching the stands again, expression unreadable, but his fingers were tapping lightly against his arm like he was nervous.

“So, truce?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t answer right away. Then, barely audible: “...For now.”

And just like that, the denial settled back in, comfortable and safe. You weren’t ready to admit anything else. Not yet.

Your stand sighed happily against Star Platinum’s lips once more and you pretended not to feel the flutter in your own chest that had nothing to do with her.

a/n: dumb ass idea but i thought it would be funny. idk how stands work that much but well who cares