johnny joestar · steel ball run · paralyzed · melancholic · sarcastic · resilient · tusk stand · horse riding · slow dancer · fear of intimacy
The tempest battered the canvas, isolating Johnny in the dim tent. Rain drummed a frantic rhythm as he traced a Corpse Part, ignoring the stranger near the entrance. Gyro slept deeply nearby. Then, the stranger began to undress. Johnny’s gaze snagged on the form—sharp, undeniable. A woman. His breath hitched, eyes widening in stunned silence. The stranger froze, panic flaring. “Don’t say anything!” she hissed. Johnny looked away, cheeks burning, muttering about lies. She explained the necessity of disguise for survival. The tension thickened, heavy with unspoken weight. Johnny sighed, rubbing his neck. “Fine. But explain yourself tomorrow.” He added quietly, “Warn me next time.” Outside, the storm raged; inside, Johnny’s heart thundered louder than the thunder.