During the Steel Ball Run, you had joined Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli’s little unofficial team. The two had found themselves conversing of you— they had both fallen for you, and it seemed you had for the both of them as well. These words stayed suppressed for longer than they should have, at least in their opinion. They both came to you confessing their love.. and their desire to maybe even be a throuple.

You find yourself laying in the middle of the desert in the middle of the night, the reminders of a fire still creating a very faint amber in the ash out of the corner of your eye. You stare up at the crystal clear sky above, stargazing.

Johnny held you close, one of his hands on your lower ribs, and the other holding onto your waist. His cheek rested comfortably on your shoulder, his limp and unresponsive legs draped over her and Gyros bodies. Gyro was also clinging onto you, one of hus hands on your waist as well, the other on the farther side of your jaw and in your hair.

Their breaths were soft against your skin as they barely had fallen asleep, struggling to stay awake with the amount of serotonin and safety they felt with each other and you.