#rohan kishibe fluff
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Inspiration - Rohan Kishibe
Pairing - Rohan Kishibe x f!reader
Warnings - none!
Word Count - 719
Notes - this is one of my older writings, but my first writing I'm posting on here! I really hope you enjoy because even though it's short, it is one of my absolute favorites!
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“Damn.” She looked at the clock on her computer. It was almost 8. She was so busy doing homework that she had no time to eat. She sighed and put her head down on her desk, groaning. “What a pain in the ass.” She saved her writing as a draft and threw on a jacket and grabbed her keys, opening her door. “Son of a bitch, just my luck. Thanks, Zeus.” She grabbed an umbrella and looked at the rain pouring down in the streetlamp. Sure, it was beautiful as an art form, but not when you were in desperate need of dinner. She crawled in her car, and adjusted her rear view mirror, finding a couple walking together in the rain. They were pressed against each other and laughing about something. She could only dream to have something like that at this point. At the moment, she was an overworked college student who lost track of time and forgot to eat. She sighed, and started up her car, the windshield wipers moving the rain that was being shone on by her porch light. Tonight was going to be a long night.
“Can I just get a meatball sub? Thanks.” The sound of customers and plates clanking was muffled in her ears as her mind was in a completely different realm. She needed inspiration. Something. Anything. She kept deleting her paper for class. It just wasn't working. Nothing she was writing felt right. There were some amazing writers out there, but none of her writing felt… good enough. She sighed and took a sip of her hot cocoa, looking out the darkened window, seeing people walk by holding hands with their children or their lovers, all overcast by their own umbrellas. It was beautiful, but it wasn't enough. Suddenly, she was pulled from her own mind when a man sat across from her in her booth. “Can I help you?” She tilted her head slightly and grabbed her butter knife just in case. “My name is Rohan Kishibe. You look sad, are you alright?” “I'm sorry? First of all, like the Rohan Kishibe? Like the manga artist.” “Are you a fan?” “A huge fan!” He signed a napkin and handed it to her. “And second, Mr. Kishibe, I'm not sad.” “You sure look sad.” “Well, I'm not-” “Then what are you?” He fluttered open a sketchbook and looked back at her. “I'm sorry?” “What are you?” “Your meatball sub, ma’am.” The waiter sat it across from her and Rohan raised his hand slightly, pen in between his fingers. “I'll get some fruit water, and then I can get to work.” “Yes sir, I'll be back with that momentarily.” The waiter hurried off and her eyes went dark looking at the manga artist. “That’s not going on my bill.” “I understand. We’ll split then. 50/50.” “Woah, I was just asking for you to pay for your fruit water, not a quarter of my damn meal!” “I don't mind. Anyway, as I was saying, how do you feel?” She put her face in her hand and looked back at the manga artist. “Uninspired I guess. I have a paper due soon, but haven't had any inspiration to do it. I want it to be really good, but I don't know.” “Thank you.” Rohan nodded at the waiter and then looked back at her. “Uninspired, you say?” She nodded and took a bite of her food. “I just want… something. You know?” “Oh believe me, I know. Question: do you mind if I draw you?” “Y-You want to draw me?” “I'll draw you twice. One that you can keep, and one for me.” “I-I don't mind at all!” He began sketching as she continued talking, and before they knew it, it had been over an hour and a half of just the two of them talking. “Here you go. And here’s the money for the drink. I quite like you.” She smiled and looked over the drawing with a red face. “Thank you, Rohan. This means a lot.” “And since I'm here,” he slipped over a piece of paper with his number on it. “Call me sometime. I like hearing your voice.” He walked out of that restaurant and suddenly, she had the inspiration to finish her paper in one night.
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Jealousy Headcanons: Duwang Gang
↳ Characters included are Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Koichi Hirose, and Rohan Kishibe. Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Hinted to take place after the death of Yoshikage Kira.
A/n: What a beautiful duwang! Real talk, I’ve been wanting to write a headcanon list for this group for a long time, now. Bless these boys, none of them (except for Koichi) know what they’re doing. I really hope y’all enjoy. <3
Warning(s): Canon-typical violence and swearing.
Josuke Higashikata
-> The Silent
The immediate feeling that washes over Josuke after realizing he’s become jealous is guilt.
If he has the luxury of being alone, he’ll pace around his bedroom while entertaining a lengthy argument with himself. It takes everything in him not to raise a hand up to his mouth and press a nail or two between clenched teeth. There’s a game of tug of war occurring inside his head and he’s nothing if not a slave to fully investing himself in the conflict.
If he isn’t alone, and especially if he’s with you, there is seemingly no dent made in his chill persona. Not a single person around him would be able to tell the internal conflict running through his mind. Not even you.
His usually relaxed thoughts are disrupted with an ocean of insecurity. “What if” questions plaguing him and internally souring his mood.
It’s a foreign feeling for him to experience. Especially considering you tend to bring out a very proud side of his personality. Ever since he started going out with you, everyday life has only gotten brighter.
And although he’d never be caught mentioning it out loud, there’s a part of him that’s mindful of the fact that usually he’s the one others grow jealous of.
He’s running in mental circles, a back and forth. Agonizing over just the idea of being jealous between taking the brunt of his emotions all at once.
All while he says absolutely nothing on the matter.
He may end up distancing himself for a day or two depending on just how lost in his own head he gets. He doesn’t seek out your company, and that’ll be the only telltale sign of how he’s truly feeling.
Even then, whenever you do see him, nothing appears to be wrong. He’ll smile at you all the same. His tone is cheerful as ever, and there’s no falter present in his laugh.
Because he can’t help but be ashamed for feeling this way, he’ll do anything in his power to make sure you don’t notice. He’ll continue to play the part of your never bothered, always cheery boyfriend.
He will only bring up his dilemma to Koichi.
Being involved in a relationship himself, Josuke figures he would best understand his point of view. He does his best to hear him out (he did go to him, after all), but Koichi telling him that it’s unhealthy to internalize how he’s feeling isn’t going to get Josuke to budge.
Josuke knows you’re loyal. He does trust you... so how could he possibly compromise that trust by mentioning something as silly as jealousy? Being open and honest is usually his go to. He tells you everything. But this...? There’s a little voice in his head telling him not to. And not even sound advice from a close friend can get him to stop listening.
If you’re observant enough to catch onto him avoiding you while simultaneously greeting you as if nothing’s wrong, bringing it up bluntly will finally force him to open his damn mouth.
He’s nervous; more nervous than he’s ever been around you in the past. It doesn’t take long before the word vomit starts pooling from his mouth, littered between a plethora of apologies. His eyes never meet yours until he’s done talking, hands continuously picking and pulling at one another.
Believe it or not, talking it through with you actually helps! Who knew? Certainly not Josuke.
After that first incident, dealing with his jealousy becomes a lot more manageable. Although it doesn’t happen often, it still does happen.
And he’s still not inclined to make a scene if he can help it.
Josuke’s opinion of guys who freak out on their partner or anyone who they feel threated by- even by the loosest stretch of the imagination -is very low. He will certainly talk to you about it, but in private and merely to express his emotions rather than to criticize you in any way.
The only real exception to this, is if someone’s actively hitting on you and repeatedly not taking the hint. How he approaches the situation largely depends on you.
If you’re not afraid of confrontation, he’s going to be at your side with a smug expression on his face the entire time. Your ability to stand up for yourself can make him melt on the spot. He lets you go at it, watching you with a smile brimming with puppy love. He just cannot help but fawn over how cool you are.
Once you’ve made your point, he’ll happily back you up lightheartedly. Even to the point of mocking the person who dared to ignore every “no” you threw their way. People like that deserve to get knocked down a peg, and Josuke’s eager to help.
If you’re more meek in approaching these situations, and tend to shoot Josuke glances pleading for his aid, he’s happy to help. It feeds into his ego a bit, honestly.
He’ll make a point to wrap an arm around you, throwing his best intimidating side-eye to the person daring to make you feel uncomfortable. Hell, he’ll even puff out his chest a little too.
Once again, he’s not above insulting them. His words are vicious and more than a little rude. He is a delinquent, after all.
Josuke isn’t a really fan of getting violent in these situations, though. The only reason he would get to that point is if the other person grows violent first and he needs to defend himself.
If they take it that far, they’re asking for it in his book. He doesn’t feel any need to use Crazy Diamond against something so trivial, more than a little confident in his own strength.
That said, if the flirtatious bastard is enough to make you really upset, he will use his stand to rearrange their appearance in an attempt to make you laugh. Yeah, it’s a bit twisted, but his youthful mischievousness is likely to earn him a smile from you.
That said, if someone flirts with you and tries to brush him off by dissing his hair- all cards are off the table. Openly flirting with you in front of him and dissing his hair? That person must have a death wish.
You may want to look away.
Okuyasu Nijimura
-> The Emotional
Unlike his best friend, Okuyasu wears his heart on his sleeve at all times.
Expressing emotions, even negative or embarassing ones, is not something he shies away from. No, not even in public.
When he first confessed his feelings to you, he was certainly more than a little shy. But when you gladly reciprocated, you’re positive the entirety of Morioh shook with his joyous response.
It’s because of this that Okuyasu experiencing jealousy is quite the roller-coaster of emotion. If he’s jealous, everyone and their mother will likely know.
His immediate response is confusion.
Not over how he’s feeling per se, but instead over what to do about it. Painfully aware of his own intellegence, he’ll agonize over how he should respond. Jealousy is rather complicated in his opinion, and his biggest concern is accidentally pushing you away via his reaction.
He is decisive, though, so it’s not something he’s going to mull it over for very long.
And if you’re right beside him, the likelihood of you diffusing his jealousy right in that very moment is quite high. So, although it’s not uncommon for him to be jealous, he’s quick to let it go.
In most cases, that’s where the story ends.
Sometimes, though, if the feeling is strong enough or if you’re not able to talk with him, it’ll go a bit further.
In those instances, the emotion that follows his confusion is anger. More accurately, it’s defensiveness masked with a display of frustration.
It’s written all over his face, eyebrows furrowing and eyes turning sharp. The delivery of his words are rather harsh and unfiltered (well, more than usual).
This anger won’t ever be directed at you, though. Okuyasu cares about you far too much.
If he can’t direct it at a specific individual that’s (according to him) the source of his jealousy, he’ll instead grow angry with himself. Mainly because his jealousy stems from an insecure belief that he’s not good enough for you.
If he gets this upset, it’s best to leave him to let out his frustrations before going to speak with him on the matter. Hell, Josuke is a better support for Okuyasu when he’s dealing with the bulk of his emotions.
Not much time is needed; no more than a day. And because he respects you greatly, if you give him that tiny- yet definitely needed -space, he’ll gladly hear you out with a fresher mindset.
Okuyasu is almost always going to be soothed by your affirmations.
Sweet words about how you’re with him because you want to be, and that nothing so small could form a wedge between the two of you, is very reassuring for him.
Jealousy is going to be more of a prevalent hurtle for the both of you to work on at the beginning of the relationship. He was still getting used to the idea that you really do like him as more than just a friend. It’s sweet, sure, but the insecurity is something the two of you work on together.
As time passes, and he digests the fact that you’re not going to leave him for the first person that flirtatiously glances your way, he cools off a lot. In fact, he starts having a hard time taking the people who hit on you seriously.
Namely, he’s going to laugh at any poor bastard trying to make a move on you. Because “Ha! Get a move on, loser! Can’t you see their taken?”
His mocking may not be as well-thought out as Josuke’s, but they can cut just as deep. And his delivery is almost always sure to bring a smile to your face. Okuyasu is always proud when he’s the cause of your glee.
That said, getting defensive is still a knee-jerk reaction at times. It only applies if someone doesn’t want to take “no” as an answer.
Doesn’t matter how capable you are in defending yourself, if someone pushes it, he’s quickly going to follow it up with threats. Partially out of affectionate protectiveness, and also in part because he likes to think of himself as your knight in shining armor.
He tries to be as suave as he can while threatening a stranger with a fist to the face. One second he’s throwing insults, the next he’s giving you a smile along with a cheeky wink.
As far as he’s concerned, someone messing with his boyfriend/girlfriend better be prepared for a pair of knuckles meeting harshly with their jaw.
Okuyasu’s like an angry dog barking loudly at anyone getting too close. Least you know no one will ever dare to mess with you for very long.
Koichi Hirose
-> The Logical
Out of everyone in the Duwang gang, Koichi is the least susceptible to jealousy. Actually, scratch that. He’s the least susceptible to jealousy in all of Morioh.
Especially after developing Echoes act 3, his thought process just doesn’t leave a lot of room for doubts in both you and himself.
If someone’s attempting to flirt with you, he’s more likely to grow annoyed rather than jealous.
He’ll throw them an unamused glance, eyebrow raised as if daring them to continue further. He’ll turn back to you, mentioning loudly enough for them to hear how obnoxious he finds their behavior to be. Returning the favor with a smile almost always does the trick, often prompting them to give up.
If they don’t, and press further, Koichi is prone to suggesting that the two of you go somewhere else. He never returns any animosity thrown towards him, not letting it get to him much. Yeah, they may be hurling low-hanging insults towards him, but he’s the one with you on his arm.
His casualness in those situations is so consistent to the point where Josuke and Okuyasu each comment on how they don’t understand it.
When a situation arises where they know they’d be jealous, the two just cannot wrap their head around how calm he is. Koichi merely laughs them off, almost finding their confusion to be amusing.
Koichi’s grown a lot, and he just can’t find it within himself to give into insecurities he considers unnecessary. All that, in his mind, should really be left in the past.
Adding to his confidence, is you yourself.
Koichi adores you, and would honestly trust you with his life. So why would he ever grow jealous of an old friend? What on earth could some random person at a party provide you in a short, two minute conversation that would warrant any defensiveness? Why would he feel threatened by a coworker? It’s not like he can tell you to avoid them.
In fact, he’s very aware of the fact that he can't tell you what to do in general. Or rather, he simply won’t. It’s not in his nature to be controlling or hover over you like that.
Not because you’ve brought it up or it's ever been an issue in the past. It’s simply because... that’s not a real relationship in his eyes. He’s not bossy or pushy- you started dating him because that was your decision at the end of the day. And that alone is enough proof to him that being jealous really isn’t worth it.
Now, if by some miracle he does grow jealous, it’s not going to last very long. Again, Koichi is just too levelheaded.
He is going to grow downcast, saddened by his own perspective of the situation. This is because he’ll only get to the point of jealousy if he believes you’ve returned someone’s advances- whether it was by word of mouth or something he saw with his own two eyes.
And because you care for him as earnestly as he does for you, his jealousy likely occurs due to an honest misunderstanding.
Koichi will approach you on the matter himself, and will do so calmly. Even if he saw something, he doesn’t want to become more upset before he hears what you have to say. After all, you’ve never disappointed him before.
Because of his strong trust in you, after he details his perspective on the matter, he asks that you explain your side of the situation to him.
Koichi’s demeanor is very controlled and polite, hiding a certain degree of genuine worry. He listens with baited breath, internally praying that he simply misread what happened.
And to his relief, that’s all it ever ends up being.
Just like that, the both of you are quickly back to normal. Worries evaporate from within his mind, and he’s back to his usual sweet self.
Genuinely the best boyfriend here, no contest.
Rohan Kishibe
-> The Denier
Oh, boy.
First thing’s first, it should be noted that The Great Rohan Kishibe does not grow jealous. It’s not even a question, and honestly, expecting him to explain such a thing is an insult. Men and women alike fawn over him; anyone would be lucky to have him. You’re lucky to have him.
And to his credit, Rohan really doesn’t grow jealous very often.
His confidence in himself may cross the line into narcissism, but it doesn’t lead him to give into jealousy very often.
Like Koichi, he knows that if you’re with him, it’s because you truly care. Even more so, considering Rohan knows (if only slightly) that he’s not the easiest person to be around.
Nope! He certainly doesn’t become jealous very often… not never, like he’s worked so hard to have you believe.
For Rohan to become jealous requires specific circumstances. Some random person approaching you at a party or bar isn’t going to pose much of a threat to his ego.
On the contrary, it feeds into his ego.
You’re a beautiful individual; it’s no question as to why others would try and approach you. But, of course, you always turn them away seeing as you’re already his.
In those instances, he’s as dismissive as Koichi, coupled with a tongue as sharp as Josuke’s. Rolling his eyes, wrapping an arm around you, straight up ignoring the person trying to talk to you, kissing you out of the blue- he’s got every weapon in his arsenal equipped to ensure you’re left alone.
If it gets to the point where you’re growing visibly nervous or uncomfortable, Rohan’s words are the nastiest you’ve ever seen. But the display isn’t necessarily out of jealousy, as it is out of shock and frustration that they’d persist. He’s not going to let anyone speak to you in such a way.
But when it pertains to an old friend, the one you were talking about meeting up with for a week straight... now that’s what makes his chest tighten.
Rohan’s going to be in a bad mood because of it, but it’s not too distinct from his usual behavior. No, he’s just a little more quiet than normal. And by the time you cheerfully tell him about seeing this friend of yours, he thinks he may go nuts.
Rohan’s immediate response is to completely shut himself out from everyone, while simultaneously denying any thought he has over being jealous in the first place.
The time he spends locked inside his office is insanely alarming.
At first, you question whether or not you should even say anything about it. Yes, you’re obviously concerned for his health, but Rohan falls into his exaggerated version of workaholic-mode from time to time. And you know him well enough to understand he requires a very careful approach to be pulled out of it.
No, what really warns you that something’s wrong, is that even Koichi asks you if Rohan is doing okay.
His concern takes you aback, and only makes your heart sink further when Josuke (of all people) speaks up about it as well. He’s a lot more reserved about showing any worry, but it’s enough to let you know that something is fundamentally off.
Prodding Rohan for an explanation is going to take a good while.
He’s so unused to feeling jealousy in any capacity that he outright refuses to even admit it to himself.
No, he just needs to work and not interact with anyone. Why? Because he has to; don’t question him. There’s so much he needs to do. You’re far too busy with your old friend in town to pay him any mind anyway.
And that’s exactly the sentiment you finally manage to pull from him.
He spits it out it with crossed arms, not once meeting your gaze. But it’s a mistake (in his mind), because it gets the cogs turning in your mind.
You end up realizing Rohan’s jealous before he does.
Affirmations that you love him is a must, and don’t even bring up the fact that he grew jealous- it would only continue to stir the pot. You know Rohan well, confident in how you choose your words when talking to him about it.
He refuses to give you any indication that he's listening, of course, but one brief glance your way cracks his hardened outer shell.
The look on your face... it initiates this weird sinking feeling deep inside his gut. Just thinking of could halt his movements.
Yes, realistically, he could just use his stand to check whether or not his concern is warranted.
But, for one thing, he’s already promised you he wouldn't do that to you. Setting boundaries is extremely important to Rohan, so he respects the ones you set in return. So much so that the thought of using Heaven’s Door on you doesn’t cross his mind once.
And that look on your face, soft and melancholy upon the realization that he’s been doubting you... he honestly doesn’t need to use his stand to know he's severely misread your relationship with your old friend.
His own ability to recognize how poorly he misunderstood the situation is something he figures he’ll have to unpack at a later time. In that moment, he was just relieved. He told you, rather stubbornly, that he supposes he was wrong. In own his weird, twisted way, that was how he apologized.
In short, being with you is a humbling experience for a person like Rohan and this instance of becoming jealous is certainly a part of that.
Weirdly enough, to his internal surprise, it’s ultimately a pleasurable development. Not like he’d ever tell you, though.
With the passage of time, he even lets you tease him over it. The two of you playfully go back and forth, bringing up times where you both got so jealous. It’s all in good fun, his confidence in your feelings for him stronger than ever.
In reality, him having a bit of humor about it is a clear sign that he’s growing into the relationship more and more. And him being able to be more transparent around you makes it easier for him to talk to you in the future if he gets that jealous again.
There’s still room for growth, but such things are almost always a gradual process for someone like Rohan.
That said, only you’re allowed to make any sort of teasing remarks about the whole ordeal. Anyone else isn’t worthy of doing so.
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Hello! If your requests are still open can I request mixed smut scenario with - reader has a crush on Kishibe and enemies to lovers with it being a smut? I dont know if I should elaborate/describe it more but something among the lines of reader thinking he only has eyes for quanxi and never seeing her as a woman, so she goes on dates with both guys and girls her age, even trying to date Aki who kissed her during one mission, little did she know that a certain older devil hunter was jealous and angry, while reader feels like her big crush on an older and experienced man is unprofessional and wrong and is embarassed about it since she isn't very experienced with men? In reality Kishibe got over Quanxi a bit after she joined the work of being a devil hunter, but she thought she would die faster than Kobeni so he was a bit cold and mean to her but loved each minute he trained, drank, talked to her? and one day confronts her about it on a mission and they argue like they always do, so he fights with the reader and pins them or something? I apologize if you didn't need a description, have a nice day!
Hope you like it <3
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Picking a fight
Kishibe x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Adult themes, against the wall, unprotected, cream pie, breeding implied, mentions of death.
*Text in this font this indicates events from the past*
You would of preferred having anyone over your current partner literally anyone was better than the older man who held your interests so deeply.
"Would you stop panicking" Kishibe commented as you walked cautiously through the abandoned apartment complex.
"I'm not panicking I'm just nervous" you replied back.
"Nervous" he mocked with snicker as he rolled his eyes at the remark.
You hated how snarky and sarcastic Kishibe was with you, but you hated yourself more for finding it so attractive the way he would diffuse the most tense scenarios with an obvious remark.
A trait of his that you both loved and despised, just as Quanxi did, which made you snap back to the reality. As much as you had a crush on the older man it would only remain a crush as he was taken with Quanxi and only a fool would go against her.
"Head in dreamland already" Kishibe commented again as your mind lingered still on Quanxi.
"Well continue to be in dreamland and the demon will kill you and you'll stay there" Kishibe continued as he now walked ahead of you.
"Why do you always have to say things like that, you know how I feel about ... dying" you replied back, now with an air of worry in your voice.
Kishibe rolled his eyes once again at your worry. You were constantly plagued with worries of your death even when he trained you that was all that would leave your lips.
The thoughts of death started to manifest in your head and before you knew it you were thinking back to your training. Back to when these thoughts were scary enough to turn you away from your current life.
"How often do devil hunters die?" You questioned as you sat on the training mat.
"4 out of 5 don't make it" Kishibe replied while he took a deep inhale of the cigarette placed between his soft lips.
Your irises became as small as pins at the mention that there was a high percentage rate that you wouldn't even make it pass your first mission.
"Well if you lucky maybe the demon won't even bother with killing you, I mean a girl such as yourself would die from missing a step on a staircase" Kishibe said blowing the smoke down onto your face. That was the start of your relationship not only as student and mentor but as pickering partners.
"I'm being serious here (Y/N), stop letting your mind linger. We're getting closer" Kishibe said turning back looking at you with a face painted with irritation.
You starred back at him, slightly shaking your head as you snapped out of the memory your mind drifted to. Now facing back at the reality you were going into.
You looked at the different apartment doors as you continued your journey through the passages, noting how each door seemed to look normal yet something seemed to be off.
Just as you were about to ask about your surroundings you heard the snarky remarks of the older man begin.
"Your head so caught up on Aki that you not paying attention again" he said not even bothering to look back this time.
"What!" You replied back now with slight anger in your voice.
"Don't what me, we all know on your last mission you and Aki ended up having more fun than you were supposed to"
"Aki and I did nothing" you snapped back, now refusing to move a step forward.
"Oh please, we heard how he did you against the wall" Kishibe said now full on laughing at the idea.
"I didn't do it with Aki, we just kissed and it wasn't even like a proper kiss just a touch of our lips" you said now thinking back to your last mission, how Aki's lips were pressed against yours. You could still feel the warm of his lips against yours.
"Yeah whatever, you probably wouldn't mind dying on a mission with Aki" Kishibe said as he was about to reach for his flask.
Just as his hand grabbed the cold metal flask the flooring the two of you stood on began to shift, causing you to lose your balance.
"Shit" Kishibe said underneath his breath.
Your could feel your breathing began to speed up and feel the worry of death flood through your veins. You had been in many situations before but none like this. The walls were beginning to swallow you and the floors pulling your further in.
Your body was trapped within itself unable to move, and Kishibe soon noticed this when you weren't responding to him as he called out to you.
"Fuck (Y/N) move!" He yelled as grabbed your hand, pulling into some apartment with the door left open.
Kishibe threw you into the apartment, barely making it into it himself.
The cold floor against your skin did little to relieve the evident shock still traveling through your body.
Kishine looked down at your frozen figure and soon began to worry at you state.
"(Y/N) don't fucking go into shock" he said as he quickly flopped down to the floor starting to violently shake you back into consciousness of your surroundings.
"Come on, listen to my voice. You're safe here" Kishibe said as he began to hold you in his arms.
"You're safe, (Y/N). You're safe" he repeated over and over as he placed his hand on your head soothingly petting your head.
You remained still eyes still glossed over with fear, and heart still beating erratically. You could hear Kishibe voice in your mind, and began to focus on it, listening as every syllable hit against your ear letting it soak into your brain until you could feel yourself in your body.
Kishibe watched as your once frozen body quickly moved out of his arms as you took deep breathes distancing yourself from him.
"Why would you do that!" You yelled out to the older male.
"Save you?" He questioned as he remained seated on the floor as you slowly began to rise to your feet.
"No, talk about dying. You know what it does to me" you replied back with a bark.
"You've got to be kidding me" Kishibe said rhetorically as he now stood back on his feet, with his hand coming to his temples at your accusations.
"You use to train me and you knew about my worries of death, you know I'm scared to die in this field of work and then you go ahead and talk about it while we're on a mission" you continued to yell with a face full of anger.
"Calm down you're, you sound like that Kobeni girl the way you're getting worked up over nothing"
"Nothing! The floor tried to eat me, Kishibe!"
"Yeah but are you dead" he said with that sarcastic tone that had you going livid.
"Can you stop with that, I'm not your little girlfriend Quanxi that enjoys that demeaning tone in the face of death!"
"Quanxi?! I don't even like Quanxi since she began to work as a devil hunter, so you even going on about this is pointless" Kishibe yelled as he looked at you with a bitterly.
"Don't lie to me, I see the way you look at her. You love her and I've been trying everything to get over you even going on dates with girls and boys just to get you out of my mind. All you see me as is that dumb little girl you trained!" You shouted back pointing an accusing finger at Kishibe who now walked over to where you stood.
"Don't fucking stand here and say I've been making you jealous with Quanxi, when you're the one going about kissing co-workers" Kishibe said as there was only 3 steps away from you now.
"You think I enjoy hearing the woman I fantasize about kissing another man" Kishibe said now moving a step closer as you moved one back.
"You think I see you as some scared little girl, well you couldn't be more wrong" Kishibe said irritatedly as you back was now against some wall as he now stood face to face with you.
"You have no idea how I have thought about you at night, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you talk, everything about you drives me insane and the only thing stopping me from doing anything is because an old man like me should not be fucking his younger colleague"
Now it was Kishibe whose face was contorted with a scowl while yours remained with shock as you looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted as he had just confessed how his feelings mirrored yours.
"Kishibe I want you to fuck me" you said quietly, barely above a whisper as your eyes looked into his, hoping that he would both hear you and wouldn't.
"I've been dying to hear those words" Kishibe said as he dove his head down to yours.
His hands now grabbing yours that were at your side pinning them above your head, as he passionately kissed you. His tongue sliding against your own feeling the warmth of your mouth against his.
His lips left yours as it now traveled down to your neck, feeling as his tongue slid against the column of your neck making your grasp out for air.
"Kishibe" you moaned out at the sensation of pleasure.
Kishibe removed his one hand that from above your head, now moving it lower till it was at the hem of your pencil skirt.
"Want me to fuck you now or after I kill this demon?" Kishibe whispered into your ear, causing a tingle to run down your spine.
"Now" you said quietly with your head lowered.
Within a second your skirt was now pulled up and your panties were being pulled down with one hand as the other was quickly pulling Kishibe pants down.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good that the demon is going to hear you moan" he snickered out as he got his cock out from his pants.
You looked in amazement at his cock, that was stood 10-inches big with a thick vein on the underside and two heavy breeder balls that caused pre-cum to shine on Kishibe slit.
"Take a nice look cause this is going in you" he said as he now fully removed your panties. He grabbed your hips lifting your up so now that your pussy was hovering above his cock.
You could feel his pre-cum against your soaked pussy, causing your to gush out more.
Just as you were about to moan out for him to enter, you felt his cockhead begin to slip in.
His felt as his cock split your pussy fold open, sliping it in causing you to moan out in satisfaction.
You felt ad Kishibe bottom out in you, not moving as he allowed you to get use to his size.
Your pussy fluttered against Kishibe's cock as it took it all in. You looked down between your bodies noting how your legs were wet with your slick and his pre-cum and back up into Kishibe's eyes watching as his eyes held lust in them.
Your lips slowly reconnected to his as he began to thrust up into you, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.
"Oh Kishibe" you moaned out against his lips, feeling the way his cock rubbed perfectly against your pussy walls.
Kishibe could feel the way your pusst tightened with each thrust, which only made him more feral to breed you.
"Your pussy need my cum doesn't it" he said in that sarcastic demeaning tone that had you seeing stars.
Kishibe began to quickening his pace, as he fucked you senselessly against the wall, the only sound being that over your moans and slapping of your wet pussy against his soaked balls.
Your pussy was spasming around his cock, taking in the way he drilled you so perfecting making your claw into his back.
Kishibe could sense you were close, your pussy was already milking him and your nipples were as hard as rocks as he could see them through your bra.
"Cum for me baby" Kishibe said as he rutted into you, his cock head nudging deep into your soft walls.
Your pussy was overflowing with cock and your vision became spotty as you felt the coil in yout tummy began to slip until it finally loosened.
Hot liquid began to gush from you onto Kishibe as you came hard, gripping onto him as your road out your orgasm against his cock.
Your actions causing Kishibe to shot hot white semen deep inside your pussy, as you milked him dry.
Kishibe remained still for a moment allowing you to catch yout breath before gently bringing your back down to the ground.
He gently helped your slip you back into your panties before slipping his cock back into his pants.
Kishibe looked at you with a smile, looking at your fucked out expression.
"Let's make a deal" he said causing your eyes to light up with interest.
"Let's go kill this demon, but if you spill a drop of cum from your pussy I get to fuck more into you after this mission"
"Deal"
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Reading with Rohan Kishibe (Married) Headcanons
You and your husband, Rohan, have taken the day off together. It’s a lazy afternoon and clear, warm sunlight comes through the window while the two of you cuddle and read on the couch.
- Rohan loves being close to you, and even though he was unsure of cuddling in the beginning of your relationship, spending time with you has turned him into a dedicated and skilled cuddler. Cuddling while reading is one of his new favorite things.
- He enjoys reading with you and sharing a blanket, but he will hog the blanket from you playfully.
- He will tease you if you read too slowly or if you mess up too many times.
- While you read to him, he will play with your hair or wrap his arm around you and lean his head against you.
- If your time together is disturbed by a phone call or a visitor at the door, he will immediately take care of it and he will be very irritated.
- Sometimes, he doodles in your books.
- If you are a foodie and you get food stains and crumbs on the books when you read them, he will scold you for being careless. He will also scold you if you damage the cover or binding of the books. He will scold you for not taking care of books, he values knowledge.
- If you read to him long enough, he will drift off to sleep. If you don’t wake him up, you will be stuck in that place until he wakes up on his own because he is too heavy to move.
- When he reads to you, he will ask you questions to make sure you understand what he is reading. He will also ask you questions just to see if you know what something means even though he doesn’t even know himself. He will not admit when he does not know something, unless you pressure him a bit.
- He will start to kiss you in the middle of reading.
- When you are finished reading together, there will be jokes, laughter, and happiness about the new things you learned together. Then, he will fall over in your lap and complain about something petty while you stroke his hair.
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Rohan Kishibe x reader
Synopsis: Being a writer of the erotica genre, you join forces with Rohan Kishibe to create some erotic manga.
Smut 18+, fluff, Gn AFAB reader
Strange Positions
In his time of illustrating manga, Rohan had drawn a variety of things. From a spider's inner anatomy to the intricate detail of a woven basket, he tried his best to draw as many things as he could. His current favorite was studying human anatomy, and he had no problem depicting erotic scenarios if that's what was needed.
Now, while Rohan considered himself a decent writer, he was not well versed in the documentation or story-telling of the erotic genre. It isn't often that Rohan collaborates with others on his work, but for this he'd make an exception. After all, he wouldn't engage in cooperation with just anyone. He made sure the people he worked with were at least somewhat on his level of talent and respect.
And that you were. Rohan knew of your writings, being a bit of a fan of them himself, though he wouldn't admit it so easily. He didn’t need to, you knew he did. Otherwise, he wouldn’t agree to team up with you in the first place. He wanted as many people as possible to read his work, and decided he would reach even more recognition with your added audience of readers.
His admiration for you wasn't strictly professional though. He's been rather fond of your company throughout the time he's known you. You fascinated him greatly, he realized. But for now, he tried to keep the relationship as appropriate as possible. That would be difficult to do however, considering the upcoming circumstances.
After going through publisher agreements and whatnot, you and Rohan got right to work. He invited you over to his house, where you discussed the details of the graphic novel at hand. The agreement was that Rohan would illustrate whatever erotic scenes you wrote for the novel.
You had been at it all day, and the deadline was approaching. This novel was greatly anticipated by your supervisors, as it would be a product of not only you, but also the great Rohan Kishibe. Rohan had no problem keeping up with deadlines, as he was used to such highly demanded content. You on the other hand, not so much.
You sat there at the desk, pen tapping against your forehead. You had gotten a decent amount of pages written down so far, but still you had so much more to go. Everything you had already written, Rohan had kept up with consistently. Now all he had to do was await your next page. You hated to keep the acclaimed man waiting, but you were really stuck on what to write next.
Rohan was seated at his own desk, his art supplies ready. He took this moment of intermission to make himself tea, and considered making some for you as well. You kindly declined the offer, saying you’d have some once you made some actual progress. Taking a sip of his chamomile tea, Rohan reviewed the pages he already had so far to pass the time.
In an epiphany of inspiration, you took your pen back up and scribbled away rapidly. After sitting there inertly for so long, your sudden movement caught Rohan's eye. He spared a glance over at you while blowing at his tea.
Almost as soon as you started scribbling furiously across the page, you stopped. Dropping your pen, you let out an exasperated sigh and hung your head low. “No, no. I don't know if this position would even work!" You shook your head, crumbling the paper up and grabbing another to start the scene over. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this..."
Rohan set his tea down, shifting his focus over to you. "Not cut out for this? Don’t say that. Your talent is surpassed only by mine.” Although it had some narcissistic layering to it, you could recognize his reassurance and were comforted by it.
Walking over to your desk, Rohan rested his hands on the edge of the surface to lean closer to you. “As for this position…Perhaps we could find out if it works," his tone had a suggestive lilt to it.
The choice of his words puzzled you. “What do you mean…?”
Rohan straightened himself back up, folding his arms across his chest. “What do you think I mean? I mean we test it out for ourselves. As I always say, if you're unsure of something, do some research. What better research than a live demonstration?"
He paced over to the wall behind him, a bit to your confusion. Then, in the blink of an eye, he flipped a pen out of thin air, using it to stab at a small spider that'd been scaling up the wall.
"Down to every last detail, it must be done to capture true reality!” He tossed the skewered spider aside in favor of turning back to you with an expectant look in his eyes.
Was Rohan Kishibe suggesting that you fuck? Is this his way of getting bitches? If so, it was working on you. Then again, maybe this was all simply for research. It would help with anatomy reference for Rohan too, right? Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to try, and you couldn’t deny you were eager to do so with the man of your dreams.
With some newfound confidence, you nodded and stood from your seat. “Alright, let’s do it.”
Rohan smirked at your decision. “It’s settled then. Well, what’s this position we’re going to test out?”
You grabbed the paper you had crumbled up, unfolding it and handing it to him. Rohan took the paper, his emerald irises scanning over the words. He appeared a bit perplexed by your use of language at first, but shrugged it off. Once he was done, he narrowed his eyes down at you in amusement. “So, which one do you want to be?”
Moments later, Rohan was seated on a chair, with you sitting on his head, legs wrapped around his neck. You faced forward, in the same direction he was facing. You nearly fell over on multiple occasions, and Rohan did his best to hold you in place by gripping onto your thighs. You were both still clothed, and the whole display was more ridiculous than erotic.
“Hold still Y/n, I’m trying not to topple over down here!”
“I’m not supposed to hold still, I’m supposed to grind onto your face! Now tilt your head up-”
“If I do that, we’re both going to fall over!” As if on cue, the chair began to wobble. Luckily, it didn’t completely tip over.
“I knew this wouldn’t work, fuckk-!” you were interrupted by a sudden sensation rubbing against your crotch. You couldn’t help but shudder and whine at the feeling. Rohan heard this, and deduced it must be because he brushed his nose against your covered clit.
He smirked at your body's reaction. “Hmm, don't jump to conclusions so quickly, Y/n. This just might work…"
“It would work better if we were naked,” you stated bluntly. Rohan had to agree. The friction of skin against skin would certainly make this whole ordeal easier.
“Also we should switch over to the table instead,” you added. You were sure remaining in the chair would only end in concussions.
“Well then what are you waiting for? Get down from there so we can do this properly,” Rohan said as he tugged on your leg.
You mentally laughed at his words. As if any of this could be considered ‘proper.’ Quickly, you climbed down from your roost upon Rohan's head, eventually crashing into his arms.
“Really Y/n, you ought to be more careful,” he scolded, carrying you over to the table. He raised his knee a bit to shove off a couple of notebooks before sitting down. Now free to move, you situated yourself so you were straddling him.
Comfortable enough, Rohan resumed where you left off. “Now come on, undress-” Before he could continue, you cut him off with a kiss. He was momentarily caught off guard before returning the action. It was rough and messy, with you tangling your hands into his severely gelled hair. Rohan wasn’t very fond of his hair being messed up, but shrugged it off for the heat of the moment.
“Now, I know this novel isn't supposed to be a depiction of our sex lives,” Rohan began, though he had to speak between the moments his lips weren't all over you. “But still I'd later like to sketch out a scene of you and me," you sucked on his tongue, "at this moment,” he kissed down your neck, “as we are right now.” His hands traveled down to feel up your chest, twisting your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.
“For personal viewing pleasure, of course.” Your lips reconnected once more, both of you becoming a hot mess the longer you were glued to eachother.
At last, the onslaught of kisses came to a cease, with the two of you pulling away panting. You reached a hand over to brush the sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead. In return, he cupped your face in his hands, caressing your cheek.
"I hope you understand that I simply must capture your breathtaking beauty.” His breathing was labored, as if your beauty really had taken his breath away.
"Oh, Rohan..." You didn't anticipate for his words to be so genuine and romantic, and you couldn’t help but be flustered by his choice of words. This was just the start to him driving you insane, you thought. You would soon be proven right, because you could already feel how wet you were getting. Seeing as you were still seated in his lap, you took the liberty of grinding yourself onto him.
Rohan groaned at the sensual contact, his head rolling a bit to the side with a sharp inhale of breath. "Oho, excited now, are we? A-aghh...~" Your mouth trailed down to his neck, and you bit at his skin roughly. Rohan didn't really expect this, though with the words you wrote in that story, he should've seen it coming.
Rohan took this time to slide off your shirt and undergarments, and you began to unbutton his clothing as well.
"Ah, be careful with those buttons, they're one of a kind custom mm!-" he was cut off once more when you slid a hand into his pants to rub against his dick. Something of a groan mixed with a shaky laugh left his lips at the sensation.
“So impatient to have me, eh?” He said cockily, his hands running across your back and down to your ass.
“I’m just getting straight to business. We are working on a deadline after all,” you reminded him as you finished slipping his shirt off, tossing it aside.
“I suppose you’re right, so let’s just get right to the part where I eat you out then. Now, this time I think it’d be better if you faced the other way,” he beckoned you onto his shoulders, one of his hands trailing over your clit. The sudden action made you gasp, much to Rohan’s amusement.
You shot him a playful glare before climbing onto his shoulders, doing as he said and facing the opposite way he was. As soon as you were hoisted up, you wrapped your legs around his neck. The friction of skin against skin really did make it easier to stay up. Without any pesky fabric making you slide off, you could finally manage to remain upright without swaying over.
For added stability, Rohan held onto your legs with a moderate grip. He then tilted his head up to check how you were doing. “How’s that, my precious pet?” You don’t think the nickname came from his own accord, as it was what the character he was in the position of in the novel called the other.
“Just fine, master,” you decided to get a bit into the role-playing aspect yourself, though you had to stifle your laughter. Him, your master? You only chose to be in this position because Rohan was rather tall, and you’d have trouble bearing his weight on your shoulders.
With that, your hand threaded into his hair to pull his head far back enough so that you could place your pussy onto his face. Again, Rohan wasn’t anticipating such abrupt action, but caught on quick enough to latch his mouth onto your dripping heat.
He didn’t have room to do much but tongue fuck you, so you could feel him suckling on your sensitive clit right away. To increase the pressure pushing into you, you grinded yourself onto his face. The feeling made your legs tremble beneath his firm grip.
His nose did more than brush against you this time, you were full on riding his face now as he glided his tongue across you. His tongue pressed further into you while he lapped up the wetness dripping from your core.
You could feel yourself reaching your orgasm, and wanted nothing more than to paint the man's beautiful features in your cum, only to lick it all off of him. You wanted to suffocate him, and you nearly did with how deep his face was buried in you. Rohan ate you out like a man starved(which he was since he refused to take a lunch break earlier).
He nibbled on the flesh of your labia before sucking it relentlessly. There was barely any room for him to breathe, but it was as if your pussy was an oxygen tank that gave him life, and he wanted nothing more than to inhale your scent. His lips sent vibrations throughout your body, making you writhe in pleasure and whine.
Although he was completely covered by your dripping heat, Rohan shifted his hold on your legs, his grip tightening enough to leave marks. He somehow managed to spread your legs further apart. Your hold on his hair grew firmer, to the point where your nails pressed against his scalp.
You were a moaning mess, completely fucked out by the skill of his mouth alone. "A-agh..G-god Rohan, I'm close! F-fuckk…" Your legs shook, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold up. His tongue hit a particular spot, causing you to let out a mewling moan and throw your head back as you finally came.
You got your wish. Rohan’s face was covered in your cum, although you couldn’t see it yet since you were still on top of him. Your breathing was heavy and ragged. You thought you could finally be at peace, until you felt Rohan’s tongue enter you once more. You let out a whimper, not being able to handle any overstimulation.
“Rohan you bastard, that’s enough!” You could feel the manga artist’s laughter tickle against you. You rolled your eyes and dismounted the man’s shoulders, though it was less of a dismount, and more of you just sliding off his face and into his arms.
His face was visible to you at last, albeit covered in your release and accompanied by a devious grin. “I must say Y/n, you taste extraordinary.”
Your face heated up at his comment, but you went ahead and took the liberty of leaning forward to lick the cum off his face. Tasting yourself was…something. Not bad, Y/n. That’s some quality orgasm you got going on.
“So, I suppose that position does work after all,” you say once you're done licking his face.
Rohan ran a hand through your hair, planting a short kiss onto your lips. “See, I told you a little hands-on research would help.”
Your mind returned to the initial reason for all this research. That's right, you still had an erotica novel to finish. Your eyes wandered off to the art supplies and sheets of paper on Rohan's desk. “Well, I don’t think I need to write this down anymore for you to get the picture.”
He nodded in understanding. “Right, I’ll get right to it then." Before Rohan could stand to resume his work however, he couldn't ignore the copious erection he had gotten. It didn't take much for you to notice it as well, even if he still had his pants on.
You clicked your tongue at the sight of it. "Looks like you still have a problem to take care of, huh?"
"Yes, it would appear so. Can you blame me though? You just have that sort of enchanting effect on me, my dear.” The smile he offered you was devoid of lustful cockiness, instead carrying a warm and domestic feeling.
Seeing this softer side of the renowned man made you feel more intimate than any mind blowing orgasm could have. It’s strange, just moments ago he had made you weak with the strokes of his tongue, but now his tongue made your heart flutter for other reasons entirely. His words could be very sweet when he wanted them to be.
Rohan spared a quick glance at the clock on his wall, noting that time was running out to finish up the manga. He turned his attention back to you. "You better take care of it quickly, we are running on a tight schedule after all.”
With how well Rohan had pleasured you, it was only fair you return the favor. "Hmm, I wonder if you can still manage to work efficiently even as I suck you off," you mused in a teasing manner.
"Is that a challenge?" Rohan raised a brow at your bold suggestion.
"Maybe," you gave the mangaka a wicked grin as you kneeled before him and slid his pants down. While you were busy doing that, Rohan reached to the next table over to grab his pen and paper.
He began the sketch as usual, but soon stopped to grit his teeth and buck his hips when you placed his cock into your mouth. He risked a glimpse down at you, and the sight of your innocent facade wrapped around his hardened cock only pushed him further over the edge. This would prove to be even more entertaining than it's already been.
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I just read your hc! of Jotaro with a affectionate girlfriend, could we have part 4 version and how he deals with jealousy?
4taro dealing with his jealousy over his affectionate wife
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Since Egypt, he's been more willing to endure the PDA. Mainly because that trip made him realise how human lives can easily fade out in a flash and it's a reminder that you're there. You're alive. You're with him.
On the other hand, he also gets jealous. A lot more than he used to.
He knows that you show love, both romantically and platonically, through physical affection and he knows it's practically second nature for you to hug your friends and share drinks with them without airing it. He knows. But that won't stop him from getting jealous.
I'd say it partially comes from being insecure. Your friends seem to be so much better than him. Talkative, not emotionally closed off, more likely to reciprocate your platonic PDA.
Sometimes he thinks it's selfish for him to be with you because of how different you are, so it takes a lot of reassurance from you. And not just with cuddles.
If you actually express your feelings verbally it would mean a lot more, because he sees how you'll hug just about anyone.
You hugged Josuke one time because you were proud of him and Jotaro dug his nails into the palm of his hand to restrain himself from doing anything rash.
Okuyasu was not so lucky.
He seems to like milfs (source: Tomoko and Shigechi's mum), so you can imagine how it went down when he met you and little seven-year-old Jolyne... especially when he didn't realise that was in fact Jotaro's family.
"I'm gonna head back to the hotel. See you guys later!" You waved goodbye as your other hand was occupied with your daughter's tiny hand. Spinning on your heel, you walked away and made for the hotel you and your family were staying at, just like you said.
"Not gonna lie, she's hot." Okuyasu blurted out and smirked.
"Okuyasu!" Koichi and Josuke yelled in response.
"What!?"
"That's my niece-in-law," Josuke began. "If that's a thing."
"Huh?" The more confident of the trio tilted his head in pure confusion.
"Oh my God- that's Jotaro's wife!" Josuke exaggerated his hand gestures as he motioned towards the adult that could feel his blood boiling at the very second.
Okuyasu felt his heart drop as soon as he was sent a ice cold, stern glare from the former delinquent. "You may still be a kid, but I won't hesitate to snap your neck like a twig if you continue with those remarks towards her. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes sir!" Okuyasu was immensely regretting all of his life choices.
"That goes for all of you." He glanced at the other two students, who were petrified on their friends behalf.
"We know!"
"You'll only address her as Mrs. Kujo from now on, got it?"
"Yes sir!"
So he may have gotten a little verbally violent... oh well.
He had to remind himself that they are just kids and they'd never do anything weird, neither would you. You know, because you're not a criminal.
Speaking of kids, however, seeing Jolyne really calms him down for various reasons. One is that he was able to have such a cute little girl, and it was only possible with you.
The fact that you were even willing to start a family with him really makes his heart swell, and reminds him that he doesn't need to be jealous.
After a long day of work, coming home to see your little girl snuggled up on your chest settles his mind and he's able to forget his worries for a while.
During part 4, there weren't many other adults that Jotaro was in immediate contact with. There was only two main ones: one being the serial killer with a hand fetish, and the other being the ever-curious and work-driven mangaka.
Now for your friends, well you're more busy these days that you barely see them. Between taking care of your daughter, trying to spend time with Jotaro, and managing any other responsibilities you may have... there just isn't enough time.
This is enough for Jotaro, however. Enough for his envious tendencies to calm down and maybe even indulge more in your PDA.
"I love you, Jotaro." You said as you hung your arms around the back of his neck.
"I love you too, (Y/N)." He put his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. "More than anything."
"Since when did you become a softie?" You joked.
"Gimme a break," he sighed as he pressed your foreheads together.
hope it was okay @needy-self-ship-jjba
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Can I request Rohan from Jojo with 💛 I’m Yours?
{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}
Rohan!!! :D God I love him so much akjrkjeakrjeakj I've gotcha covered, anon!
I'm Yours: "You like being tickled, don't you?"
“You like being tickled, don’t you?”
Rohan would have had a proper counter for such a question- a haughty laugh, a sarcastic response, maybe even some sort of way into twisting it about being manga-related- had he not been currently fighting for his life not to cave beneath your fingers. “W-What proof do you h-have?” He gasped out.
“Well, for starters, you’re always wearing crop tops.” You smiled against his chest, fingers tracing the bare skin of his stomach as you laid on him. “Your closet is full of them- so that means something.”
“I li-hike the fashion!” He grunted, a giggle escaping.
“Secondly, you rarely ever retaliate whenever I poke your sides. It’s like you want me to keep going!”
“I hahave work to dohho!”
“Finally…you’re letting me tickle you now, and not once did you tell me to stop.” You grinned when you felt him stiffen, his heartbeat racing a mile a minute against your ear. “Gotcha, Rohan.”
“Mohohost certaahhahainly noh-ehahhahhahahat!” The manga artist couldn’t hold in the giggles any longer as you intensified your tickles, squeezing his side with one hand as you scratched along his belly with the other. “(Y/N), pleahahahahahse!”
“Please what? Keep tickling you?” You grinned as you watched him twist and giggle beneath your fingers, cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. “I’m already doing that, you big silly! But I can certainly keep going if you want me to!”
“Thahahhat’s noohooht whahat I meaahhaha-ehehehe dohohohon’t! Rohan arched beneath you as you prodded at his ribs, finding yet another good spot. “Noohooht the rihiihhibs!”
“Again, you aren’t telling me to stop~” You cooed, relishing his blush. “I think someone likes this~”
“Thahahhat’s it! Cooohohme here!” Rohan twisted suddenly, sending you both falling to the floor. A hand came behind your head to protect it- leaving you staring up into his eyes. “Theheere…now stahhap.”
“No arguments here.” You smiled, taking in the view. Breathless and flushed, he was quite the sight. “Hehe, I should tickle you more often for this kind of view.”
Rohan sputtered- then he attacked your sides, making you squeal and shriek beneath him.
Totally worth it.
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All the lonely people
FT. Rohan Kishibe x Ghost!F!Reader
WARNINGS: Age gap (you died in your 20s and he’s currently like 40 in this), this was written with the intent of it being sad (-_-). Probably ooc Rohan. No regrets??? Not proofread.
SUMMARY: You’re nothing but a spirit, cursed to wander the world until it fades away into the nothingness. However, you’ve been lucky enough to encounter someone who can actually see you.
“I know you’re there.” The sound of his voice pierced the silence, leaving an uneasy feeling to overcome the room. Within seconds, you appeared and poked your head out of the wall, looking down at his sketch curiously.
“How?” You slowly pulled yourself out of the wall, now hovering over his sketchbook.
“How what?”
“How did you know I was here?” You drifted around as you spoke, your tone light and carefree. It was clear that you were curious. It had been such a long time since you’d last spoken to anyone, so it was incredibly hard for you to believe that what you were experiencing was real.
“What?” He finally looked up from his sketchbook, looking at you with a bored expression. “Do you not have anything better to do?” He scoffed. “Shoo. I don’t have time to deal with spirits such as yourself. Not anymore, at least.”
You couldn’t help but take in his appearance, observing him closely. Why was he so relaxed? Was he not frightened by the idea of having a ghost in his house? He was so uninterested that it surprised you.
“Rohan Kishibe?” You asked, floating off in the direction of his bookshelf. You were a lively one, weren’t you?
“How do you know my name, spirit?” He returned to his work, the sound of his pen scribbling on the paper dragging out the silence.
“I’m not illiterate.” A particular book caught your attention, but your hand fell through it as you reached for it. You poured and drifted elsewhere. “I’m Y/n.”
Silence filled the air, making you feel uncomfortable. Was he processing your name? Did he know you when you were alive? No- that’s impossible… biologically, you’re much older than him. Maybe he knew more than he was letting on, since he was being so quiet.
“So you’re a mangaka?” You finally broke the silence, now standing in front of him. Your torso being cut off by the table to stood in.
“Why are you here?” Rohan sounded frustrated, but why? It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong. You were just being polite, despite your existence as a spirit. “What do you want from me? My soul?” He rose from his seat unexpectedly, glaring at you. His expression read ‘I’m too old for this’.
“I’ve no need for your soul.” You sighed and looked into his eyes. Was he afraid of ghosts? Has he only encountered evil ones? “I’m just… rather lonely, that’s all.” You hid your pain behind a smile, looking down to avoid his gaze.
“Very well.” He walked off to somewhere else in the room, his back turned to you. Rohan reached up and grabbed another sketchbook, flipping through it as if he was looking for something. “Just don’t annoy me.”
Wait. Did that mean you could stay? The idea excited you greatly, and you couldn’t help but grin at him. After years of being alone, you finally had someone to talk to.
“Thank you, Rohan-sensei.”
Weeks passed, and Rohan had grown quite fond of your sudden appearances. It had become the part of his day that he looked forward to the most, though he didn’t know why.
At first, he thought it was because you reminded him of Reimi, but he soon found himself to be wrong. You were absolutely nothing like her, and you were much more at peace with yourself. You always wore a smile, constantly telling him that it’s better to be free while the opportunity is still there than to wait.
In time, he realized the real reason he cared for you as much as he did was because he was just as lonely as you. It made sense, because it wasn’t like Koichi and Yukako stopped by anymore, same for Josuke and Okuyasu. And Jotaro was overseas with his daughter.
He really was all alone.
“You know, sitting like that isn’t good for your back.” You chastised him, making your presence known my popping up through the floor. Just where did you go when you drifted through objects?
“I know.”
“Why the long face?” The question made him tense. Was it that obvious? He couldn’t believe that you had seen through him so easily.
“No reason.” A sigh escaped him. Did he really like the company of those fools anyways? Maybe he just liked the idea of them… the idea of being surrounded by people that respected him…
God he missed Reimi.
He was starting to see her in you with every passing day and it hurt him. He couldn’t even look you in the eyes anymore, out of fear that one day, he’ll call you by her name. And while he appreciated how you never asked him about it, he wished you would. Rohan desperately needed someone to talk to, someone to comfort him. He thought he would die without being able to confide in someone close to him.
He wanted to cry and to be held. To comfort and to be comforted.
Rohan Kishibe just wanted to be loved.
“Well… you haven’t left your room in a couple of hours, so why don’t you come downstairs and get something to eat?” You sounded genuinely worried, but he knew it was a ploy to get him to listen to you.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” He mumbled, hiding his face in his hands. What had come over him? What brought about this sudden feeling of worthlessness?
You sighed and hovered in front of him, causing him to shiver at the feeling of your cold body being so close to his. “You said that earlier, Rohan.”
The way you spoke made him spiral further into his despair. Why had you hung around for so long? Did you feel the same way he did? Oh how it pained him. He had so many questions for you that would remain unanswered.
“I said I’ll be down in a minute.” The bitterness in his voice surprised you, and you actually took a step back so you could analyze him. Had something happened? Did you do something? You had only wanted to help…
Frowning, you vanished before him, going off to who knows where as he collected his thoughts.
“Reimi…” His voice wavered. “Reimi I miss you so much…” Rohan let out a shaky sigh and leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling with a scowl. “Why is she like you… Reimi I need you to answer me…” At this point his begging was pointless, regardless of whether or not Reimi could see him. “Why…”
He was distant after that. He didn’t know why, but he knew he had to push you away.
It seemed like every time he looked at you his heart swelled, rattling against his chest like some wannabe maraca. He could always feel his mouth get dry and his face heat up, chalking it up to be nothing more than his symptoms of old age.
“Would you look at that.” You leaned over his shoulder, watching intently as he drew. “Your new chapter is going to be something else. I’m sure your fans will love it.” The reassurance wasn’t what he needed to hear from you, but he reveled in your praise.
“Thank you, Y/n. I’ve been working pretty hard on it.” And he left it at that. You knew he was acting strange, but you knew he had the ability to kick you out if need be. You knew better than to overstep your boundaries with him.
“Have I ever told you that you remind me of someone from my past.” You attempted to make small talk as you walked through one of the walls in his office. “They were someone I cared about deeply. But as time went on, we grew further apart. I had always assumed that I did something to upset them, but I know now that it was the underlying tension between us that resulted in our falling out.” Rohan had stopped writing to listen to your story, a sign that you had his full attention.
“I want to know what’s plaguing your mind.” You said after a long pause, your voice wavering. “I want to know why you’ve been pushing me away like I’m not good enough for you!” Your fists clenched at your sides, and you could feel your heart pounding within your chest. You were getting closer and closer to admitting what you were afraid of the most.
“I’m not. I’ve just been busy.” A shrug. He shrugged off your emotions like it was nothing, even though you knew for a fact that he had something he wanted to tell you. “Plus it’s not like you’d understand anyways.” He paused and leaned forward, resting his head on his desk with a sigh. “Can spirits even feel emotion?”
What a stupid question. ‘Can spirits even feel emotion?’ It made you cringe. Had he truly not cared enough to listen to you?
“Fine. Be that way.” You sighed and vanished again, leaving him alone once again.
But he didn’t want to be alone.
He wanted to be with you.
“God damn it.” He swore and slammed his fist down onto his desk. “I can’t do anything right, can I?” It was a never ending battle between him and his conscience, and he always seemed to lose.
How do you lose to your feelings? Do they just consume you? Take over your body until there’s nothing left?
It hurt.
Why had you even appeared in the first place? All you were doing was causing him more paint than he was already in, so why continue to haunt him?! There simply was no sense in doing so, and he hated to think that you felt the same way as him.
Rohan Kishibe was a bachelor and a mangaka, not some fucking hopeless romantic. He was better than this, and he knew it, but you had such a hold on him that he couldn’t let you go now. It would be cruel of him.
He sat there, silent as he waited to feel your presence again. But it never came.
A sense of bitterness overwhelmed him, tears forming in his eyes as he smiled ruefully. His lip quivered and his breath hitched in his chest, the emotions he had been working so hard to keep hidden from you finally spilling over.
What kind of fool falls in love with a ghost anyways?
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Promise; Rohan x Reader
A/N: a trade piece for @amberswords for Melk's Server!
Pairing: Rohan x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: mention of locusts and fish sperm
Summary: Rohan arranges for a perfect dinner date with you after deciding you will be his life partner
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Rohan Kishibe is nothing if not dedicated. With tunnel visioned focus he has led Pink Dark Boy into fame. And he plans to achieve the same success with his most recent endeavor. The only obstacle that stands in his path happens to be the fact that he absolutely cannot reveal his plans to you. Using your cluelessness to his advantage, he’s devised the most perfect plan to surprise you when time comes. You, the object of his affection, deserve as much attention to detail as his finest artworks, after all.
It starts with a visit to the jewelers. But not just any jewelers, Rohan finds himself at the entrance of a branded store in Tokyo. The trip wasn’t very difficult to conceal as he had to travel for work every now and then. Despite that, he didn’t enjoy having to lie to his most beloved to justify his absence.
“I’ve a trip down in Tokyo,” he’d said early in the morning when you two usually share fusion breakfast. “It’s for some research. Pink Dark Boy is entering a new and important arc.” He said it so decisively with a sip of his miso soup that you didn’t think twice to question the validity of the statement.
Rohan soothed his conscience with the thought of knowing he didn’t truly lie to you as his remark about research was true. The only research he would need to do were of the jewel’s cuts, materials, and strength. The arc in question happened to be because of a heist being conducted by the characters in his manga. It’s most definitely not because any characters are getting married…
Scoffing to himself, Rohan walks through the store with the haughtiness of an experienced japanese idol, adorning a pair of shades that perfectly coordinate with his fashion for the day. Striding in sleek pants, he stands next to a display of rings and necklaces. With such an exclusive line of gems, the brand requires a special appointment just for customers to be able to browse through or purchase any of their items. It’s not surprising for Rohan when he notices the place is all but deserted save for himself.
The clerk greets him to which he replies before inquiring about his interest in the items. Staying true to his words to you, Rohan throws a flurry of questions at the poor clerk, trying to learn everything there is to know about diamonds, emeralds, rubies, their formations, types, malleability, and durability.
“I would like to see some engagement rings as well,” he adds after examining a deep red ruby necklace. It would be the perfect addition to Pink Dark Boy’s heist arc. Mentally sighing with relief, the clerk perks up at the question.
“Of course, we have some exclusive new cuts here…”
As he listens to the explanation from the storekeeper, Rohan’s mind conjures images of you. Which ring would be best representative of your beauty, your wit, and your warmth? Finding diamonds a common and boring choice among gems, a particularly glowing opal catches his eye. It’s not large to the point of gaudiness and yet not small enough to go unnoticed. You would truly shine with this ring on your finger… The thought brings an uncharacteristic redness to his cheeks as he realizes the meaning. Fighting his own reflexes to keep his composure, Rohan confirms the purchase. You will be tied to him soon, he thinks…
“We have a reservation next week,” Rohan tells you, the buzzing of his nerves is secondary to his need for perfection in planning his proposal. Which includes the fact that you must not suspect anything. “So I’ve prepared something for you to wear…”
Curiously, you gaze over to Rohan’s nonchalant demeanor. It’s not uncommon for him to announce reservations to you ahead of time given his busy schedule and his respect for yours. But Rohan is always sure you will be free. As if he took a look into your agenda somewhat obsessively. You wouldn’t exactly put it past him to do something like that.
“What is it?” You perk up at the sound of an impromptu gift. Motioning you to your shared bedroom, Rohan brings out a finely packaged article of clothing. It’s gorgeous. Smooth satin caresses your fingers as you touch the fabric after opening the expensive looking box.
“Rohan…” You whisper, still not looking at him directly. From the perfect color to the perfect size, you are most certain that Rohan has spared no detail or work to make sure it’s just right for you. Taking your style into account is as easy to him as his own, being a man of fashion that he is. “It’s…” You’re clearly speechless as you turn to his smug expression.
“I know,” he says. Wriggling his hand over your waist, he pulls you closer. “You like it, yes? I had a feeling.”
Despite the ring not being in his grasp, now hidden in some deep confine where you will not find it, Rohan’s through gravitate towards the accessory. Believing in perfectionism the way he does, it bleeds into every aspect of his life. Including his marriage proposal to be. Rohan’s hand squeezes an intimate part of your waist as he imagines the color of the stone with your outfit, perfect harmony.
He’s aware of your deep love for art, a complete reflection of his own affections, and he lets it color his choice for the engagement ring clearly. Subtle but not ordinary, to him it’s a perfect masterpiece made for your hand.
“Why?” You ask, shattering through his thoughts for a moment. “What’s so special about this occasion?”
Rohan must not let himself break a single sweat gland in front of you. “It’s an expensive restaurant we’re going to. You’d look like a baboon going underdressed. And you’re much too beautiful to be a baboon,” he smirks proudly at his own joke when you raise an eyebrow. “It’s for Pink Dark Boy,” he says, turning away from you to one of the shelves in your shared bedroom. “There’s a particularly distasteful meal I must try for this new arc. It’s important.”
With his decisive tone, he turns to you, hoping it answers your question and doesn’t cause you to pry further.
“...Oh!” None the wiser, you take his word for it. “Well that sounds… gratifying?” You’re both confused and excited. There’s nothing like research for Pink Dark Boy that isn’t exciting. “Tell me what I can do to help, should I taste it too?”
Rohan puts a hand up to your face. “There’s no need.” The smugness returns to his face. “You just have to sit there and be the second most beautiful and exquisite guest of honor the restaurant has seen — after me of course.”
With that, he departs your shared quarters and you are left to wonder if he was being utterly flattering or calling you useless. In his own way, perhaps, it was Rohan’s display of affection. Despite his words, you know your boyfriend does not consider you second to himself even if he must declare it for his own ego. And being his partner, you only chuckle at his response knowing no true malice behind his words.
Feeling exquisite in the fabric that Rohan gifted you the week before, and even adding a touch of makeup, you’re somewhat dumbfounded when you meet the humbled entrance of the supposed expensive dining place. With an evening breeze grazing your cheeks and making you feel like a million dollars, you strut as confidently as your partner, containing your shyness to the best of your abilities.
The exterior of the restaurant is much more deceiving than you realized when you walk into the extravagance of the interior. It’s absolutely like Rohan to book a restaurant so lavish for his research, you think. How peculiar will his distasteful meal be?
Checked into your reservation perfectly on time, the host leads you both deeper into the establishment. Striding next to your partner you notice the restaurant has small compartments for completely private dining settings. To your knowledge it’s common for businessmen and corporate dinners. Intrigued, you wonder if Rohan was ever brought to a place like this for a meal with his agent or editor. His attire does appear to be an elegant mix of business and pleasure alike.
“Here you are,” the suited host says, bowing at the entrance to your private compartment, fitted with a sitting pillow and a low table as is common in many expensive restaurants in Japan. Once you’re settled on your pillows opposite one another, the host leaves you two with a menu and asks for your choice of drinks.
“I didn’t pin you one for tradition,” you quip at your partner while browsing the list of dishes. Thank God for the translations in small text or you would have to ask your boyfriend for help. Not that he would mind it, but you wouldn’t want to interrupt Rohan’s careful scrutiny of the paper in front of him.
You hear the smirk in his voice before you see it. “And why not? Embracing tradition is hardly condemning the contemporary or the other way around. Besides,” he takes a beat to turn to the list of both international and local alcoholic beverages, “Pink Dark Boy requires far too much attention to detail.”
You don’t disagree with him as you ask about the arc’s details and how he plans to portray the restaurant experience. “That,” he lilts in airily, “is confidential~” He declares with a self-assured grin. “I doubt Kyoka would appreciate anything leaking.”
Remembering a similar conversation about the manga and how meticulous his editor truly is, you nod, dropping the subject entirely much to Rohan’s relief. While the restaurant is something he would like to research for the arc, it’s an idea he’s not sure his editor would actually like. It makes him unsure of whether he’d truly use the knowledge for the manga after all.
As you move onto discussing your orders, Rohan finally mentions the uncommon meal he wants to try. He’d heard of this dish not long ago and it would be lying to say it didn't intrigue him past it being for research.
“It’s a dish made of locusts and fish sperm,” he confesses. You’re not sure what to say, staring at him with admiration and shock alike.
“What do the reviews say about it?” You ask, knowing he must have made a thorough search of its history.
“It’s highly praised by food critics for the flavor. But…” He says with a determined look. “I, the great Kishibe Rohan, will be the judge of that.”
Amused by his theatrics and thoroughly entertained at the thought of your boyfriend nearly throwing up from eating something unusual, you grin at him. You can hardly wait until the dishes arrive, where you ordered an esteemed entree of sushi paired with a delectably expensive beverage, Rohan’s dish… stands out like a sore thumb.
“This is delicious,” you comment after taking one of the hand rolled pieces. It’s truly worth the money as you know how fast food sushi tastes in comparison. Looking up to see Rohan examining his dish with hard eyes. White, gooey substance and fried bugs adorn his cutlery and you’re not sure whether to look or not when he finally takes a bite.
As you know, your boyfriend is nothing if not professional, fighting his body to keep himself from making a dissatisfied expression and hardening himself to the effects of the dish. Admiring his determination, you still have to keep yourself from snickering at his crazed eyes and heaving breaths.
“Are you alright?” You say between hidden giggles.
“Of course I am!” He tries to say, his chopsticks rattling in unison. Rohan wipes his mouth with a complementary napkin and feeds himself some ginger to cleanse his palette. You see him release a collected breath before going into an in depth review of his dish.
No detail of description is left out as he lets you know his candid thoughts about what he just consumed. You’re hauled into a sudden discussion about the facts he knows about insects and fish sperm and Rohan, at the cusp of launching the big question, thinks of why it’s one of the reasons he loves you. The way he could talk about his research in depth without being met with utter disgust or dismissal makes him feel far more intellectually stimulated than he could have hoped.
The two of you share a few laughs between bites and you watch Rohan unravel his professionalism in the private chambers of the restaurant. It’s intimate and far from prying eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be one for PDA. It’s usually you who initiates any physicality amongst both of you. So you are surprised to feel his hand on your in the middle of the meal.
He calls your name with a tone you would have not expected from him in a semi-public setting.
“You’ve been my faithful partner for an adequate amount of time. It is no mere feat to be so exemplary and extraordinary a human. And I say that with high regard to someone outside of myself.” He smirks. “So I want you to…”
Rohan takes a deep breath trailing from his words. It’s completely unlike him and you’re mesmerized at the way his eyes shift and a redness takes a hold of him. Accompanied by the dim yellow light of your booth and the buzzing in your blood from the alcohol, it’s a combination so addicting, you smile at him with warmth and patience.
“I want you to understand your importance in my life. This dinner.. While useful for my knowledge has not been just for research. It’s been for the both of us. But especially for you, who deserves a celebration… even more than me. Because, I want you to be my spouse. Please, marry me.”
The rods are formal and Rohan even bows on his side of the table as he pleads his request.
“Oh…” the tears come before you can stop them. You cover your mouth in a helpless feature to stop yourself from crying and from shock. “Yes!” You try not to shout your answer when he lifts his head in a steely but moved gaze.
Watching him produce a box from almost thin air, you wait for him to take your hand as he adorns you with a beautifully intricate gold ring. The opal at the epicenter shines with colorful mirth, bestowing a promise of a happy marriage.
“It’s perfect isn’t it?” Rohan asks. “It’s art… just like you.”
His comment, though under his breath, doesn’t miss your ears and beam at him. Out of all the bold dishes you both have during the night, the kiss you share is far bolder.
“I hope I didn’t taste any of those locusts,” you whisper against his mouth, knowing he won’t be intimate for much longer as the high from your proposal diminishes.
“You dare question Kishibe Rohan?” He says, smiling into another kiss.
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Hate being sick!!!😫
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Marriage with Rohan Kishibe
I love him so so much I was hit by a sudden urge to write for him in the midst of my Riddler Hyperfixation that's how powerful Rohan is
Just a fun bullet point headcanons with a bunch of compiled drabbles because I do so adore the mangaka so I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
I'd like to think that this can be an expansion of my old Rohan headcanon so yeah
💚 Y/N L/N is the sane roommate of Rohan Kishibe, at least that's what the rest of the neighborhood of Morioh thought due to the fact you display unorthodox manners of how one would assume couples would act. Keep in mind though, this was only the time where Rohan has yet to put a ring on it, but everyone thought you were Rohan's chill roommate that keeps him in check for most of the time if you're not attending to your life outside of Rohan.
But once they found out, some began to at least make sense of how the two of you are together. Koichi pointed out just how you seamlessly complement one another, how you can easily stabilise Rohan's 'Rohanness' just then Josuke and Okuyash started to see it.... That doesn't mean it will stop them from feeling sorry for you.
Sometimes, I mean when you have no one else to fall back to, you may mention issues with Rohan in a passing, nonchalant manner before you move on with another topic as if the information you just dropped was something out of a mundane life. It was Rohan you were talking about and his bizarreness may vary from the ends of extremes.
💚 I'd like to think you had fallen first, but Rohan fell harder. And once he realised his feelings for you, oh he was hellbent on keeping you. He was very determined and had gotten straight to the point when it came to ask you if you would fancy a relationship with him. He was sure you would accept, he wouldn't have any interest with you at all when he knows the sentiment is not mutual anyways.
"I admire you, Y/N."
He dared not to dilly dally the moment you arrived at the arranged venue he asked you to attend. You hadn't even taken a seat yet when Rohan suddenly drops this bomb on you. The mangaka did not feel dread when he was met with your silence, perhaps his sentence was vague and can be interpreted in any way.
"Why don't you take a seat first?" He gestures at the chair across him, before returning to his stance of having his elbows proposed against the table and his chin in his palm. "I've been meaning to tell you that the moment I found out last night."
You soften up. "Oh Rohan, I admire you too—"
"Not that way," he interjects, sensing the platonic interpretation in your tone. He then leans forwards, holding the table, his voice heavy on romantic emphasis. "I like you. I have feelings for you. I have fallen for you. Is that clear enough?"
Rohan was as cool as ever when he was once again met with you silence. Receiving such a revelation at a short period may be less easy for others to process and so he patiently awaits for your response.
"I... The feeling is mutual... Yeah..." you averted your gaze, evading his intense stare.
"Well then. What happens now?"
💚 What happens next, well, firstly he would have always been there by your side but there are times where he certainly falls short-- his manga keeping him from fully pouring his attention to you alone that sometimes he puts his manga first. There was an instance he forgot about an important date you set up for the two of you and he was not proud of that. But since then, he always tries his best to balance you and his works.
"I... I do not know what to say... I am so sorry I forgot about our date, I have no excuses at all. I promise this will not happen again. Let me make it up to you. Please..."
If you want him to kneel, he would in a heartbeat. He was that determined to keep you, but it was a lapse of time that was his mistake that he intends never to repeat again.
💚 Grand gestures of his love can vary at times, but the grandest of gestures are mostly reserved in private. One moment he would be snarky towards you, but the moment someone tries to steal you away, he is going to show them just how much of a simpleton they are compared to him by treating you like royalty. And it wasn't a matter of showing the other person that he is better than them (although, he already knows he is lmao) but the fact he can treat you better, best.
"Really Rohan?" You chuckled when you he secured his arms around your midsection. He just had to pull you in the middle of a circumstance and just before that he had sighed in annoyance when you had told given him a diabetic nickname. Rohan simply buried of face against your back, grumbling incoherently.
💚 Always at a constant need of new experience he can adapt into manga material, he often strings you along these trips because he genuinely wants to experience these new things with you as well. Sometimes these trips were spontaneous decisions, those who are uncomfortable with a sudden shift of schedules are in trouble because of that but once Rohan comes to know that discomfort, he would make sure the next time he intends to take you with him in these trips, was to make it known in advance.
Just so you know, the trips will not be the same without you. But he will not let that feeling be known... Directly, at least.
💚 But if you do come along...
Rohan had said nothing about where would you be heading, but judging by his vehicle of choice, it was just nearby. He said it was a surprise. He takes you on a motorcycle ride by the scenic road by the sea, with you seated behind him, arms wrapped around his waist. You sigh in content, nuzzling your face against the back of his shoulders, unaware of the smile etching within Rohan's countenance, soft from your gesture.
"Where are we going exactly?" Your voice was muffled against him.
"You'll see."
Upon arriving at a certain spot, you were caught off guard when you saw a picnic set up under a shade of a tree by the shore. You couldn't help but to smack Rohan by the shoulder with a smile.
"So this is what your hiding from me?" You lean your head against his shoulder, taking his hand in yours.
"It wouldn't be called a surprise if I told you." He smirks, before leading you by the hand to the set up.
💚 Unbeknownst to you, Rohan had asked Koichi a favour. Something Koichi can't refuse, due to the fact that he finds it adorable but he really doesn't know how to organise a romantic picnic by the seaside so Koichi had to ask help from Yukako, Josuke and Okuyasu. Funny little tidbit, Yukako initially thought Koichi was setting up the picnic for the two of them... Josuke had to explain to the girl bevahse Koichi was stuck on words.
Just so you know, Josuke was not doing this for Rohan, because in a way, he was seeing that he is doing this for you. Koichi is just happy to do favours for Rohan and if Koichi's happy, Yukako is happy. Meanwhile, Okuyasu was merely sulking and begrudgingly helping with the set up.
Once they heard the motorcycle, they hid behind a nearby shrubbery... And now, they are now tasked to take pictures.
💚 His top one love language has to quality time. The knowledge of knowing you're there in the same space as he is grants him a piece of mind to know that there can be people who can stand to exist next to him. Joking aside, he likes your presence lingering beside him, so that there will be someone to respond to what's supposed to be questions for himself asked outloud becomes a question for you.
"Say, what do you think may be the worst pain I can inflict on my protagonist that shall impact them for the rest of the narrative?" Rohan asked, not looking up from his pencil work.
"Physical?" You briefly glanced from your book to look at your boyfriend.
"I was thinking emotional."
"Betrayal?" You suggested.
Rohan seems to take it into consideration from the way his unfocused gaze became analytic, before nodding. "I'll see what I can do with it. Thank you."
Aaaaand suddenly he was winning another award because he decided to follow your suggestion.
💚 He loves act of service. He adores it when you would go out of his way to do things for him, those things being chores, along with the thoughtfulness of you bringing him food while he's working as he does get a little into deep his drawing that he forgets to refuel.
And in his gratitude, he gives you gifts. Not just out of gratitude, really, he just loves giving you things, especially those you love.
💚 When it comes to physical affections, he is like a cat. Not the type of cat that hisses when you lay a finger on them no, he's the type who will just allow himself to be scooped up and cuddled and will fall limp and look as though he does not enjoy it. Do not be fooled, he loves the attention. But when it came to him seeking physical attention, he will shamelessly drape himself across your lap and if you don't dare to stroke his head he will threaten to push a cup off a table and will sulk.
💚 Words of affirmation comes to him naturally, second nature even and he means every single one of it. If it's not snark coming from his mouth, it is his utmost love for you.
💚 A life with Rohan? In Morioh? Oh the hijinks had doubled.
You were calm. You promised to be calm just so you can listen to Rohan explain himself. But the longer he talked, your barely concealed anger became less restrained.
"You failed to notice the house was BURNING?!" You intend to keep your cool, when your voice uncontrollably rises another octave with rage.
"Y/N I assure you, it was more than just a game--!" He flinches away out of fear, something only apparent to you as those who do not know him the way you do appears to be nonchalant.
"YOU LET THE HOUSE BURN DOWN??? FOR A GAME???" You had both hands raised midair, a great sense of control was holding you back from wrapping your fingers around his neck, fingers shaking from the restraints.
"I CANNOT LET HIGASHIKITA WIN! NOT ESPECIALLY WHEN THERE MIGHT BE FOUL PLAY AT HAND!"
"OH SO YOU SUSPECT HE'S CHEATING BUT YOU STILL TRIED TO WIN AGAINST HIM?!"
Or alternatively...
"You sold the house?!"
You supported Rohan in his noble but albeit self-serving task of buying a piece of land, saving the natural beauty of the trees to save them from the grubby hands of a corporation intending to make a resort... But the sell your whole ass residence?
"I have. Along with some properties."
You had to have a double take. YOUR PROPERTIES?!
Before you can ask, he further clarifies. "Except for my wedding band and your belongings, of course. I had them sent to your hometown."
Oh he'd be fucking dead, close casket dead, if he were to sell his own wedding ring for manga material.
"But why did need to you sell the house?"
"For the forest." He says.
"The forest?" At this point, you were manic with madness you couldn't help but to smile widely.
"And two hills." He adds, thinking it would justify him.
"Here, I have saved a couple of funds for you to use. Maybe you can stay over with your friends for awhile." He takes your hand and places a wallet on your palms. "Meanwhile, I'll be staying with Koichi."
"Rohan..."
"Y/N please... This something important to me. I promise this will be over soon."
Eventually, you just sighed. This was the life you accepted and you will be sticking with it. It was just another part of Rohan you will be living with... But he did promise this will not last for long.
"Fine."
Pressing a kiss against your forehead, he pats you by the shoulder before turning away. "Let's not keep your bus waiting, then. I've already packed for you."
"Promise me you'll watch over yourself?"
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Oh please, you think of me as a child?"
The way you narrowed your eyes at him, tells him that was not the answer you were looking for. He sighs and nods begrudgingly.
💚 It did not take long for him to board the nearest bus out of impulse when weeks went by and dropped himself off to your friend's house because he misses you. The first thing he does was to play it cool appear civil with your friend before he hopes for you to take him in his arms, because he dare not make the first move to appear desperate. You're aware of this. Do whatever you will with this information. Grant him this chance or watch him squirm.
#x reader#fluff#jjba part 4#jojos bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable#thus spoke kishibe rohan#rohan kishibe x reader#kishibe rohan x resder#duwang gang#romance
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Rohan Kishibe Falling for an Assistant!Reader
↳ Reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral. Reader is in college and not a stand user.
A/n: ‘roHan KisHibE wOuLd nEveR hiRe an asSissTant-‘ Rohan Kishibe loses in fights against teenagers. He’s been famous since the age of sixteen; there’s no way he can even do the dishes properly.
Warning(s): Swearing.
Rohan Kishibe began the process of finding a personal assistant not a year after Yoshikage Kira’s death.
Not too long before, the idea of hiring an assistant was one the mangaka would openly mock. Him? Needing assistance? Not a chance. His work ethic is unreal; able to disregard what other artists would consider as valuable help. The Great Rohan Kishibe works solo at every opportunity and everyone ought to know it.
Although his reputation to many of the people around him can be rocky, one would be hard pressed to find anyone with the opinion that he needed an assistant at all.
However, the kind of aid he sought was, for lack of a better term, a glorified maid.
The Kishibe resident itself is big enough to comfortably home a family of five, and Rohan famously lives by himself. And completing tasks associated with home ownership had always been a big pain in the ass to the artist. Too much of his time was wasted on ‘unnecessary’ trivials (things others would describe as regular adult responsibilities).
Not only does he lose precious work time to maintaining a house, but also to grocery shopping, sending messages to his editors, and even cooking.
In short, he independently searched for someone to take care of his home and busybody tasks on the regular. Releasing an ad, he felt confident that he’d find someone. Even if the job itself turns a handful away, a generous payload would be sure to entice a fair amount of people.
Trudging through resume after resume, interview after interview, Rohan eventually came across you.
A young college student, taking a small yet steady stream of classes. Your resume was average to many your age, but stood out to him for other reasons. Namely, your application was well-written and to the point (something he had increased appreciation for at that stage in the interviewing process). Not only that, but the specific experiences you have had in the workforce was good insensitive as well. The final nail in the coffin was a general feeling of honesty pooling from your written words. Judging by how it was written, he could sense genuine realness. In short, you didn’t bullshit.
Amidst your educational endeavors, you searched tirelessly for a stable income. Spotting Kishibe’s ad, you resolved it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. And as fate would have it, you were contacted in order to set up an interview.
Unsure of what to expect, you dressed yourself up and swallowed your nerves. The interview itself was to take place at a tiny coffee shop in Morioh Cho and you were thankful for the short trip.
Meeting one another at the agreed time, Rohan’s character quickly confused the hell out of you (as much as it was intriguing). He’s certainly the type to leave a lasting first impression, while seeming careless to your own thoughts on him.
It was intimidating, overwhelming, and admirable all at once.
Also, he made it clear his work’s extremely important to him, the sole reason behind why he searched for help in the first place. More time to work; more time to dig for inspiration.
His dedication is what truly sold you, finding it weirdly motivating. Within just fifteen minutes of speaking to him, you’d forgotten that he’s only a year or two older than yourself.
That was, until the interview went on longer and he let it slip that certain worries plague him. Especially between chapter releases. The prospect almost made you sad; both his ego and anxiety possibly due to being a well-renown artist from a relatively young age.
Your personal response to the questions plaguing your brain was to disregard them, and instead focus on an expectant Kishibe. His eyes were sharp, looking down at you and impatiently awaiting a response to a question you completely missed.
You didn’t need to hear the exact words, though. Smiling sheepishly, you reached out your hand and shook his own. In the back of your mind, it was assumed any answers to your questions would eventually arrive one way or another.
They were bound to, considering Rohan Kishibe was- from that moment onward -officially your boss.
And to say it was a rough start for the both of you would’ve been an understatement.
Initially, you were a little shy about making any more assumptions or even observations. Hell, you were shy in general. Adjusting to the new job became a top priority over any curiosity about your peculiar boss. But when working with a man like Rohan Kishibe, it’s difficult not to hang over his every last word despite yourself.
However, time brings with it familiarity. Not only with a usual work routine, but with Rohan himself. His initial sternness made meeting his expectations all the more satisfying. Without a doubt, you were proud of how quick you got into the swing of things.
He prioritized quietness and swiftness, but was also surprisingly fair. Even after accustoming to the work environment, he always comments on a job well done.
Except for when he’s deeply invested in his work. To you, it’s difficult to tell if he even notices your presence upon entering the art room. However, it’s not as if you slipped into the background, but he simply grew used to you being there on occasion.
Months passed. You grew to have less and less questions about a man you no longer called Mr. Kishibe, but instead by his first name.
The two of you don’t necessarily need to speak in order to be communicative. You’re at a point in your relationship now where you found reading into his actions to be surprisingly easy.
That’s an aspect he certainly wasn’t expecting either, not used to such things.
Just the smallest shift of his facial expression- just a lift of a brow -and your eyes light up with understanding. Sure, he can ‘read others like a book,’ but you’ve seemingly mastered the language of Rohan Kishibe’s demeanor without any stand power.
Then he notices that you’ve started doting on him. An extra selection of sugar with his morning tea. Always taking an enthusiastic intrest whenever he shares his art. And a specific kind of contentment or pride you put into your work that he honestly would have never foreseen.
For the longest time, he was adamant that he wouldn’t use his stand to peak at your past and present. His power had grown considerably, and became more selective of who he investigates. However, his curiosity overcomes a sense of restraint on his own abilities.
He couldn’t help but take a peak. Besides, he could find something usual for his writing. Regardless of whether or not he did, he found something else as well. Written in on your second page, his name was the most recent in a list of people you harbor (or have harbored) feelings for.
Rohan can move on after that. No problem. It wasn’t the first time he’s found his own name written down in someone’s book as a crush. It’s nothing to pester you about; nothing to even ponder. Nope. Just go back to work. Not a hint of romance is going to suddenly appear in his manga (it’s psychological horror, why would it be?) out of thin air.
A week passes. Two weeks pass. He’s become a little more silent as of late, but it’s nothing you care to mention at all. Rohan gets absorbed in his work often, and you figure you’ll get the chance to ask him about his work a later time.
Your patience is respectable; it’s downright endearing. But the lack of investigation on your part made his teeth grind together in frustration.
He doesn’t think of you that much. Not really; don’t flatter yourself. His mind just lingers on your memory when you leave. Rohan’s thoughts merely turn to you when introducing a noticeably beautiful character in Pink Dark Boy. And it’s nothing special that he gets agitated when he doesn’t see you for a few days.
While you put him out of your mind (the thought of him is far too flustering), Rohan’s lingers on your more and more. The glances he throws at you dwadle, observant in the way you’ve been for months.
Standing in the front hall of Rohan’s home, your body is leaning against the wall while you pull your shoes on. The sun hangs low in the sky, kissing the horizon line. A pinkish blush spreads across Morioh Cho, dusk signaling the end of your work day. While making your effort, footsteps travel from the top floor and down the stairs.
Lifting your head, a smile spreads across your face when meeting your boss’s gaze. He’s made his way to the bottom of the stairs, stopping a comfortable distance in front of you. “Taking a break?” you ask gently.
“For a short while,” he confirms, before adding in a mumble, “Although I know you’d lecture me about working late.”
“You said it, not me,” you jest, straightening your back upright after slipping on your shoes. You fold your hands behind you, long coat softly swaying as you momentarily rock back and forth on your feet.
“Only so you don’t say it yourself.” Rohan crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto his right foot.
“Because you prefer the sound of your own voice?”
Rohan opens his mouth, only to close it anticlimactically a moment later. His brows furrow, and eyes dart away from your person. Biting the inside of his cheek puffs out his lips subtly.
It’s times like this that you wished you were the artist. He’s so insistent on capturing reality, in all it’s forms. But he’d be your muse of choice. Yet he neglects that he’s a work of art himself, you mentally note with an audible giggle.
Rohan’s demeanor changes, his pondering expression morphing into a curious one. It merely strengthens your smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rohan,” you finally speak.
“Yes, of course,” he replies dismissively, as if it was redundant of you to mention.
Chuckling once more, you move forward. The mangaka’s breathing catches in his throat when you wrap your arms around him, and forehead collides with his chest. The hug is short, but noticeably warm.
You pull away far too quickly, waving him ‘goodbye’ and going on about buying him a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for lunch the following day while walking out the door. Rohan merely nods, watching the front door delicately shut behind you.
He’s stunned. Unmoving in his spot, only his eyes blink dumbfoundedly. Is he really going to head upstairs like nothing happened? Even now? Just continue working a few more hours of the night away? Maybe he should mull you over in his mind for a moment or two. Maybe for a couple of minutes. The way he’s starting to feel around you may not be a problem, but it certainly is something isn’t it?
He bites his lower lip, silently cursing your name. He attempts to ward away the rising heat on his cheeks with a shake of his head. For once, he’s glad he cannot use his stand to read his own mind. Because even without such ability, he has no doubt it would clearly state that The Great Rohan Kishibe has grown much to close to his assistant.
#apologies for the rohan slander in the a/n#i love him#but i also love poking fun because it’s rohan#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jjba#anime#manga#writing#assistant!reader#y/n#they/them pronouns#gender neutral y/n#gn reader#diamond is unbreakable#rohan kishibe#rohan kishibe x reader#fluff#tw swearing#drabble#headcanons#my writing#johnny’s work
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ROHAN KISHIBE MASTERLIST
fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold
Artistic (oneshot)
Loose-Lipped (oneshot)
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Just for you
"I dont think i want to play anymore"
There will come a time when Akira's energy will plummet, and he'll feel too exhausted to play his guitar. There is nothing wrong. He just feels tired and empty. Akira can't help but think about his past, back when he was in the morioh prison. For once in his life. He'd like to take things slow and
easy. Cut to Rohan noticing this and deciding to stay close to his rockstar. Cuddling him and giving him sips of his tea. He would braid Akira's hair and invite bakin over to his house to cheer him up. Rohan's favourite memory is when Akira attempted to sktech Rohan's face for fun. He immediately noticed all the small details Akira used in his drawing and how he took inspiration from Rohan's art. Man, It made his heart skip a beat. These quiet moments made the two both feel comforted, and it reminded Rohan of how much he adores Akira.
"Take all the time you need, I'm right here if you need me"
Akira's an artist like him. Every artist needs a break once in a while. As the two are tucked in bed, Akira turns to Rohan, giving him a small forehead kiss. He brushes the soft green strands on his lover's face. It takes a lot of mental power not to cry so close to him.
"Maybe I can compose something just for you..."
#jjba akira#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba part 4#akira otoishi#rohan kishibe#akirohan#light angst#fluff
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his talented baby. {pt.2}
synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.
# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}
part one {click}
— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)
Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.
Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.
“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.
“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”
“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”
Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.
“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”
— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)
Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.
That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.
His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.
When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.
“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.
“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.
— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)
More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.
The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).
“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”
That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.
Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.
“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”
— ROHAN (ft. rapping)
Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.
You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.
Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.
“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.
Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.
Rohan was really surprised.
#— 🍁#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji scenarios#kuroshitsuji imagines#kuroshitsuji x reader#sebastian michaelis#sebastian michaelis scenarios#sebastian michaelis x reader#undertaker#undertaker scenarios#undertaker x reader#kuroko no basket#kuroko no basket imagines#kuroko no basket scenarios#kuroko no basket x reader#hanamiya makoto#hanamiya makoto scenarios#hanamiya makoto x reader#seto kentarou#seto kentarou scenarios#seto kentarou x reader
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Shoplifting Leads to Romance
Rohan Kishibe x artist!reader
Fluff, hurt/comfort
Summary: Rohan has trouble making sense of how he feels about you, and ends up upsetting you in the process. Don't worry though, he's trying his best. Basically Rohan makes you sad then realizes he was an asshole.
It’s true that Rohan Kishibe is a skilled manga artist. His artistic prowess is something he’s gifted with and has honed to near perfection. Something he’s not so great with though, is people.
As an artist yourself, you've always admired Rohan’s talent. His work was an inspiration to you, so how amazing was it that you were now acquainted with him, and also receiving an internship?
After approaching the eccentric man, he agreed to take you in as an intern. He only did so because you helped him out when he was accused of shoplifting at the Kame-Yu department store that one time. Since you worked there, you saw who the real culprit was, and vouched for Rohan’s innocence on the matter.
Rohan appreciated the fact that you gave him his space and didn’t demand anything of him, even after recognizing who he was. He also appreciated the compliments you gave him on his work. The level of detail you went into intrigued him, such as noting the improvement of his art style over the years, or the technique he uses to study a spider's anatomy.
The two of you soon became more than mere acquaintances, with you coming over often to admire his process. Rohan actually enjoyed the time you spent for a while, until it began to gnaw at his mind. Lately, he found himself getting too distracted by you. He was thinking too much about you, even when you were gone. He found the whole thing to be rather infuriating.
Rohan surveyed you from across the desk, eyes intent on watching you sketch. He should be looking down at your paper, but instead he found himself unable to look away from your face.
You momentarily glanced up at him, and that alone was enough to drive him insane. He quickly tried to cover up the fact he had been staring at you. "Quit looking at me and focus on the paper," he scolded, as if he hadn’t been doing the exact same thing. As long as you were unaware of that though, it didn’t matter.
Returning your eyes to the paper, you continued the sketch without a word. Rohan on the other hand, couldn’t seem to shut up. "Now Y/n, you must be quicker with the sketch. Don't spend too much time on it. You still haven't managed to cut down the sketch time since the last attempt, don’t forget that."
"Sorry Rohan sensei, I'm really trying to-"
"Well you're not trying hard enough!" He suddenly snapped. The pencil in your hand slowly came to a stop. Looking down at the figure on the paper, you realized you were pressing down so hard with the tip of your pencil that it had made a small perforation on the eye of the drawing.
You lifted the pencil to brush off bits of eraser. "Hey, my wrist is starting to hurt a bit. Maybe we should take a break, and I could just watch you for now?" You suggested, and awaited his response.
You, watch him? With you watching him, he'd fumble over his pen. He would make a mistake somewhere from being too distracted by your presence, he knew it. He could feel the heat on his cheeks begin to radiate just at the thought of it. Knowing your eyes would be on him, his mind would wander off to nothing but the thought of what your lips might feel like against his. No, this simply could not continue. He couldn’t allow himself to further slip into this predicament.
“No, that isn’t what you’re here to do right now. Now take your pencil and paper back up, and start again,” Rohan ordered, resetting the timer on his desk.
You rubbed at your wrist, trying your best to brush off any soreness in your arm. The grooves of the pencil were practically engraved into your palm by now as you started up again when Rohan exclaimed, “Begin!”
You went as fast as you could to get the basic shapes down, and then the details. It was coming along well enough, and you thought maybe this time you’d actually get to-
The sound of a timer went off, and Rohan slammed his hand down onto the table. “Time’s up! Did you finish?”
You scrambled to keep the papers from falling. “No, I-”
“Then I don’t wanna see it!” With that, Rohan reached over to take the sheet of paper from your grasp, ripping it to shreds. That wasn't something you expected, so you weren’t sure how to react as the pieces of paper sailed down to the surface of the desk. You knew he could be intense, but was this really necessary?
Rohan crossed his arms. “Y/n, you are here to improve your art skills. You're nothing but an amateur, and at this rate you'll never be on my level if you keep slacking off. If you’re just going to waste my time, I suggest you take your things and leave.”
Hearing this out of nowhere confused you even more. If ripping your paper wasn’t enough, his words made your guts drop to the floor. Were you really doing that badly? Perhaps Rohan just wanted to be left alone. You thought he had been enjoying the time you spent together, but you were beginning to doubt that now. Then again, he never asked for you to come by. It was you that insisted, thinking he'd be fine with it. Turns out that wasn't that case.
You stood from your seat, grabbing your bag as well. Your throat suddenly felt dry, but you still managed to say something. "Okay then. Goodbye for now, Rohan Kishibe." You didn't even mean for the words to come out so cold and bitter, but they did. Rohan noticed this too, and he didn't know how to feel about it as he watched you walk out the door.
Well, it had to be for the better that you left, right? No use in staying if you weren’t cut out for it.
Looking down at the scraps of torn paper, Rohan thought perhaps he went a bit overboard. Gathering each piece, he assorted them together like a puzzle. Once each piece was in the right place, he didn’t expect to see his own face looking back at him. Well, it wasn’t completely realistic nor intact, but it was very much meant to be him. Was this why you kept looking at him, for artistic reference?
Rohan rested a hand against his chin as his eyes traveled across the image. “Hmm, this is actually quite good…” Observing the drawing, the guilt hit him like a big freight train. If that Tamami fellow was around, he’s sure that lock stand of his would be very effective on him right about now.
Well, it doesn't matter now. The important thing is that Rohan could finally resume his work, unbothered at last. Placing his pen down on the paper, he began his usual process. As the drawing progressed however, he noticed the image on the paper was starting to look a lot like you. He brushed the thought aside. No, it just happened to look like you. He continued to rapidly scribble across the paper, and when he was finally finished, the results horrified him.
Who was he kidding, it was you. Down to nearly every last detail, it was you. Any mole on your skin, any curve of your face, any direction of the way your hair swept, it was all you. Well, there was absolutely no denying it now. Rohan had fallen madly in love with you. “Great, just what I need…” he grumbled out.
Groaning in frustration, he set his pen down and turned back to your torn up drawing. He needed a break. He gathered the pieces of paper into a neat pile before leaving the room.
After that day, he didn’t see you for a while. He called you a few times, but you didn't answer. It had only been a couple of days, but still. He never even managed to catch sight of you around Morioh by chance. Despite that, he’s sure he’d get to see you today; for today you have a shift at Kame-Yu department store.
Walking into the vast space, he navigated the aisles until he caught sight of you. There you were, stocking items onto the shelves. Rohan clutched his bag and took a deep breath before approaching you. “Hello, Y/n. It’s uh, been a while.” He internally cursed himself for being so nervous in front of you.
The sound of his voice startled you a bit. You weren’t expecting Rohan to be here. Regardless of his presence, you resumed to pile items onto the shelves. “Hello Rohan. Yes, it has been a while,” was all you said. There was no warm smile like you usually gave him whenever you greeted him, nor a nod of recognition. Heck, you barely even looked at him, much to Rohan’s despair.
The main reason you were so upset over it was because Rohan’s opinion meant so much to you. You wanted his validation, his approval. Getting the exact opposite wasn’t exactly the motivation you were looking for. If anything, it made you want to take a break from art altogether. You knew it was stupid to care so much about what he thinks, but that’s romance for you. Utterly stupid.
Seeing as you made no further attempt to interact with him, Rohan struggled with what he should say next. “So…how’s that painting coming along?”
You knew the painting he spoke of. You had shown it to him about a week ago, before the last time you spoke. That same painting remained untouched on its easel, with not a single stroke of paint added onto it since then. “I haven’t really worked on it,” you responded, your attention still not fully on him.
“Why not?” Rohan knew why, but still asked nonetheless.
“I guess I kinda lost my motivation.” At last, you turned to properly face him. This actually made it all the worse for Rohan, because your dull expression pained him. “I am just an amateur who’ll never be on your level after all.”
The words he spoke to you days before flooded over him like a tsunami. He was a prisoner to his guilt, and he needed you to set him free. In order to gain this freedom though, he’d have to do something he rarely ever did.
“Y/n, I think some apologies are in order. My actions and what I said the other day...It was too harsh. I honestly do think you’re a talented artist. I just said all that because I wanted you to leave. You weren’t the one getting distracted, I was. All because you couldn’t leave my mind…and I just wanted that irritating feeling to go away!” he spoke the last bit in a frustrating tone.
Your unmoving face told him you were confused, so he elaborated. “But now I see that what I was feeling was attraction, and I should just accept it rather than push it away even if it bugs me.”
Although his explanation helped a bit, you were still unsure of what he was getting at. “What?” You questioned stupidly.
“Damnit Y/n, I like you!” He finally admitted, and it was then he took note of just how fast his heart was racing. If this was love, he detested the feeling. Why did it have to be so damn nerve-wracking? Rohan tried his best to disregard all of this. The only thing that mattered now was your response.
“Oh. Really? Well…I like you too,” your voice snapped him out of his worry.
Rohan was in a state of disbelief at first. “You do? Well, of course you do!” Rohan played off his relief with a shaky laugh and smirk. His smirk soon faded though, remembering he still had something to be sorry for. “And again, I apologize for my behavior. Your drawing, I truly am flattered by it. You have commendable talent. It’s very good.”
“Was very good,” you corrected, crossing your arms to emphasize you were still upset, regardless of the feelings you admitted for each other. At this, Rohan shuffled around in his bag, pulling something out and holding it up for you to see. You were a bit surprised to see it was the drawing you thought was ruined. It looked as good as new, no tape or glue anywhere in sight.
“But how…Is that really the one I made?” you asked, reaching out to take it from him.
“Yes, it is. I asked that punk Josuke to fix it with his stand.” Rohan very much disliked dealing with that boy, but he did it for you. He had to. “I hope you do forgive me, Y/n.”
You gave him a small smile in return. “I’m glad you apologized. I thought maybe I was just being too sensitive about the issue...” You mentally scolded yourself for not handling Rohan’s criticism well that day. The man was just doing his job after all, and you should’ve known what you’d be getting into when seeking his guidance.
Rohan looked away in shame upon recalling his behavior that day. He then walked over closer to you, clearing his throat. “No, you had every right to be upset. Even if it was criticism, there are better ways I could’ve handled it. So don’t go thinking you had any fault in the matter, understood?" He narrowed his eyes down at you.
"Yeah," you smiled, now relieved. His emerald eyes made you weak for a moment, but you felt more at ease now that everything was out and dealt with in the open.
In a similar way, Rohan felt his eyes soften when you looked at him the way you did. He wanted to experience more of that.
"If you’d like to come by my studio after your shift today, I’d gladly welcome you," he offered.
“Well then I gladly accept your invitation.” With that, you grabbed ahold of his collar to pull him down for a kiss. Rohan barely had any time to process it. All he knew was that he felt you put an arm around his waist, and that he finally got to know what your lips felt like against his. It was you who opened the door to this heavenly feeling, and it was wonderful.
Pulling away, you couldn’t stop grinning at the dumbstruck expression on the manga artist’s face. You felt like getting a pencil and paper out right then and there to capture the moment forever. Scratch that, pencil wouldn’t be enough, you’d need rouge watercolor to capture the color on his cheeks. Even when Rohan tried to compose himself and clear his throat, the heat on his face didn’t go away.
Rolling up the sheet of paper in your hand, you lightly hit Rohan on the head with it. “You can keep this at your place for now. I can’t exactly take it with me right now during work hours. But careful, don’t rip it again, or I’ll be sure to rip out your vital organs in return,” you joked. The fact that you threatened him with the sweetest smile made it all the more intimidating.
“Trust me, that won’t be a problem," Rohan said with a nervous laugh. "Well, I suppose I’ll be seeing you later. Until then, Y/n.” He quickly walked away, and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle before resuming your work.
As he exited the store, Rohan felt like screaming out to the heavens. Once he was far enough away from people, he let out an almost maniacal laugh as he slumped against a wall. Wow, that really happened! He thought he'd only ever get to kiss you in his fantasies, or if he commanded you to do so with Heaven’s Door. But it did happen, and he was looking forward to doing it again and again.
After his little fit of giddy laughter, Rohan noticed a small box falling out of his bag. Picking it up, he realized it was a box of tea assortments, one of his favorites in fact. Where did that come from? The price tag on it told him it was from the department store. He didn’t even pay for it though, so how did-
Oh. Rohan recalled that you were stocking tea boxes onto the shelves. You must’ve sneaked a box into his bag when you were kissing him. The irony of it all made him smile. The great Rohan Kishibe would be wrongfully accused of shoplifting, yet again. One thing he did steal from that place though, was your heart.
Realizing how cheesy that line was, Rohan nearly threw up on his way home.
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