Walking away, Josuke had a slight blush as he didnt expect it.
You sat in your chair and waited for class to start.
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-class starts-

As class started. Sitting in the far back, you had your arms crossed and both legs on the table.

With your jean jacket off, you used it as a blanket for you as you watched the clock tick. Time moved slow as you practically did nothing in class, you didn't listen to the teacher. You didn't have to, you already knew the subject.
You heard a few whispers of students around talking about you.
You didn't care though, you just wanted to get the day over with.

You watched Josuke do his best on doing notes for class. Behind him was Okuyasu, all he did was play with his pencil and threw small pieces of paper at Koichi.

You sighed as you leaned back, your chair was now standing on twos.
Rocking back and fourth, you closed your eyes as you wanted to sleep to hopefully pass time.

Soon you heard your teacher yell.

"Alright class! Find a partner, you'll be writing a 4 page review on why Ethos, Pathos and Logos matters and what they could be used for" he said.

You sighed deeply.
You sat down properly in your chair as you pulled out your note book from your backpack.

You watched students get up to look for partners. Looking up, you see everyone found their group of friends while you continued sitting alone.

You didn't care, it was less of a distraction. You pulled out a pencil and opened your notebook, looking at your hands, you see how they where hidden with the black gloves.

You can feel your hands get warmer and warmer as the day went on, it was uncomfortable almost. But you pushed threw it.

Sitting alone, you began to write your essay.

-20 minutes pass-

You had about another 10 minutes left in before it was lunch.

Every now and then you would look over at Josukes group, they had there laughs. But most of the time it was him laughing and fixing his hair.

Why did he have to style it so much? He looks good enough already. You thought.

Once you realized, you quickly shook off the thought and continued to do your work.

As students sat together, they had distracting conversations while they wasted time. You on the other hand worked alone and was about finished with your 6th paged essay. Just a few minutes before the bell rang. You got up and walked to the teacher.

"Hello y/n, how can I help you?" He asked.

You said nothing, simply handed him your papers and walked away.

"Have a good day sir" you said.

You might have come off rude, but it's the only way you knew how to respond. You haven't really been around other people outside of the Speedwagon foundation. So your social skills were dramatically low.

"Hay! Y/n! What did you hand the teacher?" Asked Koichi.

"My 6 paged response" you said.

"What?! 6 pages in two hours?!" Said Okuyasu.

"It's 4 pages, you know that right? You didn't have to do 6.." said Josuke as he had a hand under his chin as he looked at you, judging you with his eyes.

"Yeah, I know... but going over gets you the better grade, and 6 pages in two hours isn't that difficult if you quit styling your hair and payed attention" you said as you crossed your arms. Giving back the sass to Josuke.

You can tell that you pissed him off as he slammed his hand on his desk standing up.
"What the hell did you say about my hair?" He said.

"Ooo! Josuke doesn't like it when people make fun of his hair!" A girl said.

Fun of it? I wasn't making fun of it, You thought.

"All I said was for you to put more effort into your schools work than your hair!" You said loudly.

"Students that's enough!" The teacher yelled.

"You're right, this is enough!" Said josuke as his stand appeared behind him, ready to throw a punch.
"Dora!"

You used your left metallic arm to protect yourself. As you did, josuke did something to it.

Your metal arm started to shape shift underneath your clothes. The sudden fear of people finding out about it scared you the most.

"You idiot! Shocking Blue!" You yelled as your stand punched Josuke. As he was down, you took the opportunity to grab your backpack and leave. Running out of class, you ran as far as you could go, still on campus.

You found yourself hidden underneath the bleachers. Breathing heavily. You looked at your deformed arm.

"What the hell did he do?" You said as you see your arm no longer looked like an arm anymore, it was strangely shaped.

You couldn't go back to class with a deformed arm. So you decided to call Jotaro, you would have fixed your arm yourself. But unfortunately you didn't know how to fix something like this.

The phone rang.

"Kujo Jotaro, who is it?" You heard him.

"Kujo.." you said.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He asked.

"I had a bit of a situation..."

-schools nurses office-

"You made fun of his hair and he ruined your arm?" Asked Jotaro. He had replaced your metal arm for a new one, as he screwed in a few hinges. You crossed your legs and had a hand that supported your head.

"I didn't make fun of his hair! I was giving him pointers of being a better student! To get better grades!" You said.

Jotaro chuckled softly.

"When I first met him, he did the same thing to me... Josuke loses all control when angry" said Jotaro.

You were frustrated with the outcome.
You sighed.
"At least no one noticed my arm... it's all I care about" you said.

"You know... you're around people the same age as you... maybe try warming up to them?" Suggested Jotaro. It was wired coming from him, but you knew he means well.

"I'll try" you said. As Jotaro finally finished with your arm, you thanked him for taking the time and left to your classes once again, you where late this time.

You had PE next, with one strap on your shoulder, you looked down at your pink paper slip at hand, telling the teacher that your tardy's excused.

Getting to your class, you handed paper to your teacher, he read the paper and nodded as he checked you off on his clipboard.

"Congratulations Muhammad, you're just in time for the mile, I suggest you change out of those non-uniform clothing and put on some PE clothes" He said.

You couldn't do that, the shirts where short sleeved, your arm would be shown.

"I can't do that" you said. 

Your teacher looked at you, his eyes burned you as he looked at you with disappointment.
"You're that transfer student aren't you?" He asked.

You nodded.

"Mhm" he said, as he looked down at his clipboard.
"You speak Japanese pretty well for an American" he said.

"I was raised in America but the most important people in my life are Japanese, it was something I grew up with" you said thinking of Jotaro in the back of your mind.
"Yeah... right.. so you're not going to change out?" He asked.

You bit on your lower lip as your gloved hands twirled together.
"No.." you said disappointed as you looked down at your feet.

"Such a surprise" he said sarcastically. As he walked away, you heard him muttered something under his breath.
"American delinquent"

You felt something brake within you, something cold, something painful. But you shrugged it off. As you stayed in your blue jeans, black turtleneck, black gloves, and black denim jacket.

You lined up with the girls to start your run.

"Ok ladies, you have 10 minutes to run this and get full credit, I suggest you do your best"

Standing in line, you started to stretch out your legs. You can feel your blood rushing through you.

"On your marks! Get set! Go!" The teacher yelled as he started the timer.

You ran as fast as you could, the jeans restricted you a little bit, but you still did your best, you where one of the first few to finish your laps. You might have not been first place but, you still got an A.

A little tired and very heated due to the very covering clothing.
Sitting in the shade, you tried to let the light breeze of the wind cool you down.

As you closed your eyes as you cooled down, but you soon heard someone's voice. A woman's voice.

"You're the new transfer student right?" She had a cute chubby body with long black hair, around 5 feet tall, and dark brown eyes with a pale skin. And with the traditional Japanese uniform.

"Yeah.. I am" you said calmly.

She smiled softly at you as she had a hand out to you.

"I'm Aerials, and yes I do have an S at the end"
she said still with her arm out.

You didn't want to shake it, you felt out of place. You where to shy, so you moved away slightly, she noticed it.

"Hey, I know how it feels to be the new student, feels lonely dosent it?" She asked as she sat down besides you. You didn't answer her, you didn't really know how to.
"Uh... sorry" she said as she awkwardly cleared her throat.

"Well, you did a great run out there! Your pretty fast huh?" She said.

You looked over at her.

'you're around people the same age as you... maybe try warming up to them'
You heard Jotaro say in the back of your mind.

You where nervous, but you gave it a try.
"Yeah, I am... what about you? How come you didn't run?" You asked her.

"Oh me? I can't run, both of my ankles broke when I was running in the track team, ever since then, I can't run, wear heels or anything fun like that" she said.
"That's why I don't run anymore, that's why I'm chubby" she said happily, playing with her belly.

"Your very pretty y/n, I wish I could be like you" she said.

You didn't know how to take the compliment. What should you say?

"You could be very pretty too, maybe if you didn't eat so much you wouldn't feel like your not" you said, you didn't realize what you said until after.

"O-oh... right... thanks for that" She said. She now wore a long frown as she grew uncomfortably with her skin.

"Wait... that's not what I meant-" you tried to fix the situation, but Aerials left already.

You sat down is silence, you worried that you hurt her.
You looked around you, and just across across the football field, was Josuke.

You can see from afar, he was shaking his head in disappointment.

Again, you felt something within your chest feel cold.
You shrugged it off once again, but it was a little more difficult than the last one.

As your class came to an end. Lunch rolled in. And you expected to have a nice and quiet lunch. You never expected what came next.