✨JJBA ONESHOTS✨

Rohan Kishibe x reader

The mangaka had taken his friend to check out the art galleries, he was interested in seeing the most recent pieces of work, not that they would be better than this of course, but they would perhaps inspire him, that's what he was thinking as he dragged Koichi along with him.

They were walking around the gallery, Rohan was glaring at everything he saw, nothing was bringing him the inspiration he was looking for, everything was so dull. "Oh, Rohan! What about that one?" Koichi pointed at a painting, Rohan scoffed as he turned to look, he stopped in his tracks as he saw it, his heart almost dropped.

Then he became full of anger, "how dare they?" He sneered under his breath as he gave the painting a death glare, he stomped out of the art gallery, while Koichi tried to follow after him, "was something wrong?" He asked nervously from the mangaka, "something wrong? They dare to put her work in here, in this place, again." He snapped at Koichi, as he was walking away from the art gallery, "who? Do you know the artist?" Koichi asked as Rohan stopped in his tracks and stood in silence for a moment, "oh, do I know her? I knew her a long time ago."

"Patience, Rohan, don't rush too much." You told him as you sat next to the student, he only scoffed as he kept up with his fast pace, "be sure to take in every detail you see, everything is important, you don't want to miss it by rushing it." You said as you sat next to him on one of the park seats, the two of you were looking over at a bond filled with lilypads and such.

"Here," you said while handing him lunch you had packed up for the two of you, "not now, please, teacher." He stated as he glanced at the environment in front of him as he glanced back down and began drawing more, adding even more detail, this time going slightly slower, "that's good, but be sure to eat, you shouldn't forget eating." You chuckled as you watched him, you were a few years older than him and one of his biggest inspirations, he had begged you to teach him the first time he had met you face to face.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he sighed as he placed down the sketchbook in front of him down, the two of you sat in silence enjoying the lunch, "you know, the reality is truly inspiring." You told him as you watched the clouds slowly pass by on the sky, you suddenly coughed as you moved your hand to cover your mouth as you slightly crouched, "you're okay?" He asked with worry in his tone, "yeah, but I think we need to quit earlier."

Months passed and he was learning more and more, but what he didn't seem to have learned about was the sickness eating you from the inside, your lungs weren't in good shape and you had grown weaker, but you tried to hide it, until one time Rohan noticed it.

Walking around a shopping mall and watching all the sales going on, you had almost collapsed from being so tired, Rohan didn't understand what was wrong as he tried to hold you up, "I, I think we need to go now," you said as you coughed, Rohan watched you in slight worry, "I see." He said as he held onto the camera he was carrying with him, he watched as you began walking again, keeping your posture up high, he followed after you, but glanced behind him, noticing the small blood splatters on the floor, he heard you coughing once again as he turned to look, he caught you just in time before you fell to the floor.

He had called the ambulance but they wouldn't let him go with you in the ambulance, he held so much worry, why hadn't you told anyone?

He sat next to your hospital bed, you've been stuck in the white pastel-colored building for months, but he made sure to visit you, to keep you company and to study. "You know, I never made that much money out of my art, nor did I ever want to, it was just something I felt like I was born to do." You told him as you gently moved your hand to hold his, "but," He glanced at you, "but what?" You looked outside from the window that was gently letting the sunlight into your hospital room, "art isn't worth much until the artist is dead."

His heart stopped as he watched you, "how long? How long did they say?" You watched as he began to tear up, "they don't know but I know it won't be that long." You told him as you gave him a weak smile, "no there has to be a cure right? There has to be one! You cannot- It's!-" You shushed him as he broke down, he cried, he had never before wept so much as he placed his head on your hospital bed, you gently comforted him as you stroked his hair, "I know, I know, and I knew the hardest part of this would be leaving you."

You lived only a few days after that, then the prices rose to the skies, the greedy were trying to buy every last one of your works at extremely high prices, Rohan couldn't help but feel disgusted, he felt sad he felt sorrow, but he kept drawing with a heavy heart. He remembered all the offers he had gotten from the greedy pigs that were trying to buy your work out of his hands, they presented your work in famous galleries and gawked at it, Rohan couldn't stand it, he felt disgusted.

Art truly kills artists, that's what he knew for a fact now.

Soon he became a professional, like his inspiration once was, "art doesn't give a fuck, it doesn't care about emotions!" He snapped at Koichi who was staring him in silence, "I don't do it for the money, I do it so I can be understood through it!" He finished as he began walking again, keeping the silent tears to himself, he had cried too much, he had no time for it.