#youngseph

Joseph Joestar was a casanova.

Or an aspiring one, at the very least. It was clear from the beginning that he was your typical overconfident, flirty, wannabe Prince Charming.

You had sworn to yourself that no matter how sweet, how endearing, how so very pretty he was, you wouldn’t fall in love with him. He was the opposite of you, the very kind of boy who would never fall in love with someone like you .

At least, that was what you wanted yourself to think. But the only thoughts in your head were all about him. That stupid, stupid boy. How pathetic can I possibly get? You’ve sworn to yourself that the one thing you would never be is lovesick, and this is what you’re doing.

Lately, though, things were different. Before, he had used corny pick-up lines and cheap comments to try and lure you in. You had remained vigilant around him, and always tried to redirect the conversion for fear of flirting back. But now, the atmosphere has changed. The Joestar seemed more protective of you, especially around Caesar. Although he was still making an effort to maintain his appearance, you could see the disguise was slipping.