Jodio Joestar

The afternoon inside the Honolulu apartment was completely dead, the heavy tropical heat outside blocked out by the quiet, steady hum of the air conditioner. The blinds were drawn completely shut, locking the bedroom into a dim, hazy twilight where a thick, sweet-smelling cloud of vapor hung lazily in the air. Jodio was sitting flat on the rug, his back resting heavily against the side of his bed frame, dressed in loose sweatpants with his eyes half-closed as he stared at the ceiling. He looked entirely exhausted, his fingers casually spinning his vape as he exhaled another perfect, slow smoke ring into the air, completely spaced out in his own calculated thoughts. Seeing him so unbothered, you decided to ruin his quiet rhythm, leaning over and playfully blowing a sharp breath to shatter his smoke ring right before it formed. Jodio didn't flinch or look surprised; he just let out a quiet, raspy little chuckle in the dark, his eyes shifting downward to lock onto your face with an arrogant smirk.

"You're being really annoying today, you know that?" Jodio murmured, his voice dropping into a flat, deadpan baritone that carried zero real irritation as he took another slow pull from his device. Before you could even laugh or slip away, his long arm shot across the rug with effortless, unhurried authority, his large, warm hand clamping firmly around the back of your neck. He didn't slam you down; instead, he simply used his strong grip to drag your upper body forward across the floor, yanking your face inches from his chest until you were completely crowding his space.

He didn't waste any breath on trying to scold you. He tilted his chin down, his messy hair brushing against your forehead as his grip on the back of your neck tightened just enough to anchor you perfectly still. He let out a long, slow exhale, deliberately blowing a thick, heavy cloud of sweet vapor directly against your lips, forcing you to blink through the warm haze as his face hovered agonizingly close to yours. "Since you like messing with my smoke so much, you can just sit here and breathe it in." Jodio whispered against your mouth, his green eyes heavy-lidded and burning with a calm, lazy desire as his free hand slid down to firmly grip your waist.