JotaroxReader: I Just Don't Feel The Same

Rainy Row

"G-get out, or I'm calling the police!" You stuttered. Damn it, you stuttered. You wanted to keep composure, but you were terrified. You were terrified that it was raining, that he was in your house, that he was so full of anger. Where did all this come from? This wasn't him. Bf/n looked at you apologetically and took a step back, conceding. It was like a chimp smiling, a dog rolling over and telling you it didn't want to fight.

"I'm sorry, I'll calm down. I'm just angry."

You huffed, 'no shit sherlock,' quietly under your breath. Here he was yelling and slamming in the middle of the rain. You had no desire for his extended stay. Maybe you should call the police. No, you needed to talk now. Get him to address the conflict and then leave, then everything could go back to normal. It wasn't the most intelligent decision, but you didn't consider that. It was cold, and you were afraid. Most of all, you wanted your friend back.

  "You don't have a right to be mad. I don't have to tell you what I do in every moment of my life." You explained confidently, sitting down in the chair you were once holding onto for support and dear life.

"You lied to me." He murmured.

"No, I didn't!" You ridiculed, "When did I ever lie to you? Plans change! Things happen!" You retorted. Maybe you should have told him to leave. Suddenly there was another knock at the door. It was most likely your neighbors, wondering if everything was okay amidst the yelling. Rising from your seat without saying a word, you answered the door to see Jotaro standing in front of you. He had his coat and hat on today. It was probably because of the rain.

  "You okay? I heard a lot of yelling." He asked, concerned. His eyes scrutinized the room when he laid them on Bf/n. Jotaros eyes narrowed into a glare. You didn't require two yelling boys in your home, and you didn't want a fight to break out.

  "I'm okay," you lied "it was nothing, thank you for coming by though," You reassured through clenched teeth. Jotaro looked down at you perceptively. He nodded. He knew nothing was alright, but he knew his boundaries. He was most likely going to stay outside of your door anyways, just in case. It seemed like a Jotaro thing to do. You shut the door behind you and glanced at Bf/n, who stood only a meter away from you. You wished he was further.

"I told you to stay away from him."

  "Shut up." You retorted.

"What?"

  "Shut up. You come in the rain yelling and hitting my home. You scream at me over nothing, like an immature child! I don't have time for your temper tantrum over my friendship! I think, no, you definitely have overstayed your welcome for the day. I want you to leave. We'll talk at school. Maybe with Yuko's presence, you'll be more civilized." You hissed. The eggshells didn't matter anymore. You didn't know who this boy in front of you was. It wasn't Bf/n. It didn't appear to be him or resemble him. This seemed like someone entirely different. You didn't like him. The butterflies hadn't made an appearance. In fact, you think they disappeared altogether. Your heart winced at this realization. You didn't want to let go of something so precious. But perhaps it was time to leave it. You escorted a stunned bf/n out your door.

Jotaro stood beside the door, your assumption was correct. He was like a bodyguard, guarding your door. You exchanged a glance with him, telling him you were alright and that everything was okay. Jotaro pursued Bf/n from afar, seeing him out of the gate he had left ajar.

  "I told you to stay away from Y/n." You could hear bf/n murmur agonizingly. Jotaro only stayed silent and observed him walk down the street. He turned to you and shuffled over promptly. He was concerned, wasn't he? The rain was no longer pouring, but only a drizzle.

  "You okay?" He asked, concern heavy in his voice. You weren't. You were tired and cold. You didn't want to see anyone. You just wanted to get back to bed and sleep. You would eat later. There were some leftovers you could always heat up.

"No," there was no point in deceiving Jotaro, he had heard everything.  

When Bf/n muttered poison, you were sure a punch would land, but nothing did. Even so, it still didn't feel safe. You would greet Jotaro at your window later after you'd slept and ate.

"I'm not, but I will be. I just need some space."

Jotaro nodded and extended his arms just like you did for him yesterday. Your heart rippled from gratitude and affection. How considerate of him. You smiled weakly and shook your head. You didn't want a hug right now. You thanked him softly and watched as he cruised home and closed the gate from behind.

  Quickly, you rushed up the stairs and jumped into your bed, finding solace in its warmth. As you burrowed yourself into a hole in your covers, you allowed the tears that threatened your eyes to creep down your cheeks. You weren't crying out of fear, you were no longer scared, Bf/n was gone, and you would talk to him at school. But you cried in grief because you cry when you suffer a loss. Whether it was the possible loss of your greatest friend or the loss of first love you didn't know. You just knew you lost something today, and all you wanted was to sleep and forget about it.

A/N: I hate this chapter so much like why,, this is why I'm going to hail. I pull up and Satan is like
"Aren't you that bitch who wrote the rainy row chapter " and I'll just nod and then be yeeted to Tartarus