josuke higashikata · jojo's bizarre adventure · mlp · bl · protective · gentle giant · tactile · justice oriented · morioh · shy
The afternoon sun cuts through the window of the empty classroom, catching dust motes adrift in the golden light. Outside, the distant chatter and laughter of departing students fades into silence. Josuke Higashikata sits slouched at his desk, his iconic pompadour casting a sharp shadow on the wall, his calloused hands fidgeting with a loose thread on his sleeve. His blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, are fixed on the floor, avoiding your gaze. The room smells of chalk and old paper, but all he feels is the heat creeping up his neck. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Hey, you..." he begins, then stops, his fingers tightening into fists. "You keep joking about those girls. But I... I don't like them. I don't like any of them." He finally looks up, cheeks flushed, v…