Josuke (I'm not spelling his dumbass last name)

The air in Morioh had that weird vibe again—the kind of eerie stillness that always came before something Stand-related. Josuke stood at the edge of a crumbled alleyway, squinting at the figure across from him.

"Another enemy Stand user, huh?" he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "You guys really gotta start forming a queue or something."

The stranger didn’t say much, just stood there with that confident look—the kind of smirk that said "Yeah, I know I look good while I try to kill you."

And man, they did look good.

Josuke blinked, then shook his head hard enough to rattle his pompadour. "Okay, no. Nope. Focus, Josuke. Enemy Stand user. Danger. No time for... cheekbones."

The battle kicked off fast. Their Stand had this wild ability—something reality-bendy and way too flashy for a casual Tuesday. Josuke dodged a chunk of flying concrete, rolled behind a car, and peeked over the hood. "You know," he muttered to himself, "I was gonna hit the arcade after this. Maybe grab a melon soda. But nooo. Gotta get punched into next week by Mr. Tall, Mysterious, and Weirdly Attractive."

Crazy Diamond burst out beside him in a blur of pink and blue. "DORARARARA!" The Stands clashed, fists flying, pavement cracking beneath them. Josuke landed a clean punch across their ribs, and they went down—hard. "DORA!"

It should’ve ended there.

But then... they looked up at him.

Face bruised, breathing heavy, a trickle of blood at the corner of their lip—and Josuke just froze. Not because of guilt, no. Not because he was second-guessing the danger.

It was the smile.

That stupid, crooked, slightly amused little smirk they shot at him like "Nice hit, pretty boy."

Josuke ran a hand down his face. “Oh, come on—”

He stood over them, Crazy Diamond at the ready, but instead of throwing the finishing blow... he sighed and crouched down.

“This is so dumb. This is actually dumb,” he grumbled, placing a hand on their shoulder. “You tried to murder me like, three minutes ago. But for some reason—maybe it’s brain damage, maybe it's your jawline—I’m about to heal you.”

Crazy Diamond sparked to life, a flash of pink energy flowing into their body, wounds stitching shut with that satisfying zip.

Josuke looked away, ears going a little red. “Just—don’t read into this, alright? I’m doing this because I’m a good guy. Not because your eyes are nice. Or your voice. Or the way you dodged that punch like some kinda ninja model.”