(Y/N) woke up around seven in the morning. She had slept so well that night, after helping Mr. Joestar get all the futons ready, when Mrs. Kujo had told him so. The girl noticed that the old man wasn't used to Japan's traditions, so she wanted to make it easier to him. After all, she was sleeping there as well and she couldn't let an old man like him do it for her.
Not long after waking up, the girl got dressed back into her school uniform, not having anything else there to dress up into. (Y/N) fixed her hair with her bare hands, just so it was not that noticeable. She got out of her room when she heard Jotaro's grandfather's voice outside. The girl hurried to pick up the futon, then put it aside, only to great Mr. Joestar with the casual "good morning".
The man seemed sleepy and that made the girl laugh slightly. "(Y/N), have you seen my daughter? Holly? I can't find my clothes and these are Jotaro's pants!" the old man groaned. He showed her the black pair of pants, from Jotaro's usual school uniform.
She covered her mouth with her hand, wheezing. (Y/N's) cheeks got a little bit flushed, but it was barely noticeable, so there was nothing she should've worried about.
For a second, she thought about pranking Jotaro, by hiding his pants, but she then realized that Jotaro probably had more than a single pair inside his closet. Besides that, he was still Jotaro, and if (Y/N) was staying over night at his house, that didn't mean they were friends. Letting the idea leave her head, she continued the conversation with the tired old man.
In the meantime, Jotaro got all ready to go to school as well. Something seemed weird though. "I'm going to school." he said opening the front door. There was no sign of his mother. The student got used to her kissing his cheek every morning before school, but she was nowhere to be seen. With a short and quiet sigh, he got out of the house, carrying his bag.
When they all got into the kitchen, they were surprised in the worst way possible. Avdol was holding Mrs. Holly's limp body, kneeling on the floor. They all watched them terrified, as some kind of spiky haulm crawled on the woman's back.
"A Stand..." the old man whispered in horror. "My daughter has a Stand?" his voice was full of concern and worry for Holly.
In an act of fury, he shoved (Y/N) to the side, grabbing Jotaro by his shirt and lifting him up. The boy was slammed into the wall, but not as hard as it could've hurt him. The girl shrieked, at the bulky man's reaction.
"Mr. Joestar, please!" she asked grabbing his pajama sleeve.
He didn't listen to her. The old bulky man groaned loudly, before his voice faded into a quiet sob. (Y/N) was confused, but was trying to understand his pain as well. Jotaro kept a straight face.
"My worst fear has come true..." he sobbed. "My girl... She has a Stand..."
The small girl put her hand on his shoulder, patting him. She then whispered softly to him. "It's alright to be angry, Mr. Joestar, but please let Jotaro go..."
Sighing loudly, he let go of the student, looking at (Y/N) with the eyes full of tears. He hugged her small body tightly, keeping sobbing. The girl was surprised at first, but then she understood how bad he must've felt, so she hugged him back. "I knew my daughter was not capable of resisting Dio's curse..." he said painfully.
Mr. Joestar was taken off (Y/N) by Jotaro's strong arm. Seeing his frowning look, the girl flinched, thinking that he was going to punch the old man in the face or something. Instead, the boy spoke with his usual strong voice. "What can we do? Tell me!" His ocean eyes were filled with fire. He wanted to help and revenge his beloved mother.
Once again, (Y/N's) heart trembled when she realized that, even if he didn't treat his mother as right as he should have, Jotaro still cared so much for her.
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