(Jojo / Jjba X Reader) A 7TH Stand User Joins The Party

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After you had both calmed down, you called over to Joseph's room.

"Polnareff, are you okay?" came Avdol's worried voice through the phone.

"No, it's (y/n). We were attacked in the hotel room, but we were able to take care of it" you said smoothly, "we're both a little injured, but it's nothing to cause a fuss about." you continued, drumming your fingers against the nightstand, gazing over at the smashed doll on the floor.

"I'm glad to hear you're both okay." He sounded relieved. "I'll let everyone know it's been taken care of."

"Thanks, I'll call again if anything else comes up" you said before setting the phone back in the receiver. You turned back to polnareff, who was sitting on the bed watching you. "What?"

He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess I should thank you, huh?"

You snorted and shook your head, going into the bathroom to get a wet towel to help clean your wounds. "Nah. we're in this together, no need to thank me." you said, sitting on the bed beside him. "Lay down and let me see your legs." you said.

Polnareff looked like he would protest for a moment before laying down on his stomach on the bed. Both wounds were on the back of his legs, so him laying in the bed was the easiest way to do this.

You gently dabbed the towel at the uncovered wound, wiping up the smeared blood. "Mh... you really should be getting stitches for something like this..." you muttered, reaching into your bag to get out the gauze pads you kept specifically for reasons like this. You carefully dressed that wound, then began to unwrap the wound on his ankle. The white cloth was suspiciously shaped....

"Is this underwear?" you asked, brow raised.

Polnareff grunted, his cheeks pink tinged. "It was the first thing I pulled out! I was being attacked!" He protested, "I didn't know you had all these bandages hanging around!"

You couldn't help but laugh, which only made Polnareff blush harder. You carefully cleaned the wound, then wrapped that one as well. "All right, you're done...try not to move around too much at least until tomorrow." You said, smiling at him.

He nodded, "I don't really like staying still, but I guess I can since you asked so nicely." he said, rolling over onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. "It's good to just relax sometimes.."

You nodded in agreement, getting up and picking up the puppet that lay still smashed, dumping it into the trash can.

"Hey, since you're up.... And I'm not supposed to be moving around, can you grab me a drink?" Polnareff asked, a smug look on his face.

"Just because I told you not to move around doesn't mean I'm going to be your maid." you said, but you went over, grabbing a drink from on top of the fridge and tossing it over to him. "Hey... why are all these drinks not in the fridge? They're making a mess..." you said, picking up one of the condensation covered drinks examining it before putting it and the rest back in the fridge.

"Mh." polnareff cracked open the drink. "That guy was hiding in the fridge."

You looked over at him, brow raised, but Polnareff just shrugged at you.

"Right..." you said, sighing and shaking your head. "Anyway, I'm getting in the shower." you said, going to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

The hot water felt amazing. You were able to relax, wash your greasy hair and scrub the dirt off your skin. It wasn't easy traveling like this. As gross as it was, showers were a bit of a luxury here. You did your best to stay clean though.

You finished up, wrapping a towel around your body as you came out of the bathroom, digging clothes out of your bag. "Hey, I hope this isn't too much trouble, but do you think you could wrap up my arm after I get dressed?" you asked Polnareff, finding a clean pair of clothes and turning to face him again.

His face was bright red, his eyes focused on the wall instead of you, "u-uh.. Yeah- that's... not a problem at all." he said.

"Right... thanks." you said, feeling confused by his sudden change in personality, but going back into the bathroom to put on your clothes. You finished up by combing through your hair with your fingers until it laid semi-flat. It was enough for now.

You came back out, sitting on the side of the bed, handing over the gause and wrapping to Polnareff and giving him a smile.

Polnareff took them from your hands. His face wasn't so red anymore, but he was looking at you a little differently now. He was gentle as he wrapped your arm. You didn't really expect how soft his touch was.... But it was nice... you felt yourself being able to relax.

"It's done." He said, giving you a smile.

"Thanks." you took the leftover bandages and put them in your bag. You were... pretty tired after all today's events. Maybe it was time for bed? But...

You looked over at the bed. It... was just being shared between acquaintances... it's not like you expected, or even necessarily wanted anything to happen.... It was just an embarrassing thought to share a bed with someone...

"Scoot over some. You're hogging the whole bed." you said, pointing at Polnareff.

"Hey, it's not my fault they gave us such a small bed." he complained, but he scooted over some anyway, allowing you to flop yourself in the spot next to him. Even though it was a bed for two people, Polnareff's shoulders were so broad that his arm touched against yours. The heat there was... admittedly very nice...

"Mmh... I wish I had a brush right now..." you commented, stretching out.

"I have a brush." Polnareff said, looking over at you.

"Oh! Can I borrow it?" you ask, perking up a bit. "I haven't brushed my hair in a couple days... forgot my brush, and it's... not really a priority..." you said, laughing softly.

"Yeah." he reached for his bag, grabbing a comb out and handing it over to you.

You thanked him, gently combing through your hair... until you got to the back.

There was a knot. A big one. You felt it tenderly with your fingers.... You'd have to cut it out.... You let out a deep sigh.

"You've got a knot? I can fix it."

You looked at Polnareff, surprised. "Really?"

"I used to brush my sisters hair all the time. She would get knots like that occasionally." he said, taking the brush from your hands and scooting up behind you.

He was gentler than expected. Just like the bandages on your arm, his fingers expertly working at the knot, using the comb sparsely. It actually felt pretty nice.... His fingers brushed against the back of your neck, making you shiver. You could feel your cheeks heating up.

"There we go mon cher..." he whispered, and you could feel his breath on your ear.