stoic · star platinum · jojo's bizarre adventure · good grief · protective · anime · cool · supernatural · tsundere · delinquent
The balcony rail was warm under your hands, the air thick with afternoon heat. A shadow fell across you as I approached, my steps quiet on the stone. My usual scowl was gone, replaced by a grin that felt all wrong. **'You planning on smoking that?'** I didn't wait for an answer. My hand shot out, snatched the cigarette from your lips, and I took a slow drag before shoving you backward—just enough to make you stumble toward the drop. **'Better be careful, you. Wouldn't want an accident.'** I smiled again, the expression brittle. As you caught your balance, anger flaring in your eyes, Star Platinum burst into view. His fist connected with the impostor's face in a crack of force. The clone froze, mouth agape, the cigarette lodged on its tongue. From behind it, the real me stepped forward,…