#poncylookingredhead

He’d always managed to isolate himself somehow, to push people away. Jotaro wasn’t blind to his general demeanor, how he seemed cold and only warmed with anger. Something that seemed attractive to girls his age, for fleeting moments of flirtation, but to no one else for long.

Until now. Until this.

Kakyoin had come into his live under the least favorable circumstances. Someone he’d once felt he had to defend himself from, and that now he fought alongside of. Their time together, so entrenched in danger, had formed their bond quickly and deeply. This man was someone Jotaro knew would stay with him for the rest of his life, in one way or another.

He huffed a laugh at those words, not missing the warmth that blossomed where they touched when Kakyoin responded to his squeeze in kind.

         " Oh--------- " He paused.

✵ What a curious looking man. Mikitaka hadn’t ever met someone with such vibrant hair nor an air of tight kept almost politesse like this before. And the choice for a cut was also unique on its own. The way that length of curls fell in a frame along the sharp features of a serious set face...

Taking a few strands of his own bangs, Mikitaka twirled them around his fingers, trying to bring them forwards like the stranger before him. It doesn’t really work. Or, at least, it doesn’t earn the same soft effect that seems effort on the other.

✿ “-Ah.” Scattered across the floor, the small stack of books Mio had painstakingly collected one-by-one laid at her feet. It was only an accident, yet she felt so flustered knowing there was    an extra pair of eyes on her.    The redhead, who had turned away from the library's towering shelves and towards Mio after she had so loudly and clumsily dropped her study material; breaking the silent atmosphere if only    just for a few brief moments.

Budding Romance | Subtly grab my muse’s hand

Among the hustle and bustle of the city around them, Jotaro’s eyes were everywhere but the teen next to him. Scanning faces and movements, attentive to anything possibly out of place. And despite this, his face remained calm, composed. Almost.. stern.

Warmth.