Ay, who else loves Rohan? I know what he's capable of but I want to see him head over heels for someone.

Pairing: Kishibe Rohan/Reader

Rating: T

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

Having a wife was a great inspiration for his manga, Rohan decided one day. To have someone love you so unconditionally was an aspect of life that he never really thought would happen to him. When he first met you, there was a spark of life that he needed to write down for his manga. You looked so happy and carefree, laughing under the awning of a cafe with your friends. He captured you then and there in pencil and paper; though, that wasn't enough for him really. He needed to see your life story to see if there was anything worth writing about.

Your face peering back up at him from the notepad was bleak in comparison to the real thing.

Drawing you was one thing, but talking to you had been an entirely different thing. Rohan had met you again, this time bumping into you on the streets of Morioh and accidentally making you spill your coffee all over yourself. You had been so kind and Rohan had fallen for that as he helped you up and fussed over the state of your clothing. He hadn't meant to ruin the first real introduction between the two of you, and offered to pay for any dry cleaning.

But you laughed it off, saying you weren't that fond of that dress and only wore it to make your mother happy. Every little subtle nuance was noticed by Rohan; how you leaned on your right foot more than your left, how your lips were full, and how your eyes sparkled. He even noticed the pesky little ring you had on your ring finger, a gorgeous golden band with a small diamond on it.

He scoffed silently, he could definitely do better than that measly little thing. But he gave you an award winning smile and then used his Stand on you. Your flesh peeled away like pages in a book and before you could notice he grabbed a page and tore it out. Writing in you that you wouldn't remember him using his Stand on you and that you would come visit him at his house, before ending Heaven's Door's ability. Just to be safe.

You walked away a little bit lighter, and Rohan walked away with something rather precious.

He had studied that one page diligently, finding out that you were married to a banker and was a happy stay at home wife. You had friends around your neighborhood and also enjoyed reading. You wanted a child, but your husband would rather not start a family at the moment. Causing some resentment that he could definitely work with, but you married him out of high school thinking that he would still be the same sweetheart you met. He wasn't and it was disappointing; you wanted something more, but was content with what you were given.

And he, Kishibe Rohan, could fix all of that for you and more.

So when you showed up to his house he had been overjoyed, you were confused as to why you had shown up at his house and Rohan had played it off. Claiming that he had felt bad about bumping into you and ruining your clothes, so he would take you shopping to get some to replace your stained ones. You were skeptical but nodded nonetheless and he waited for you to turn back around to leave again.

Heaven's Door was enraptured by you as well, Rohan found out, and even when he had turned you back into your life's story the Stand ran a hand over your pages in awe. Bright eyes traced your form and Rohan had his Stand write in resentment for your current husband and the seeds of an attraction in Rohan himself. As an afterthought he wrote in where you remembered agreeing to letting Rohan buy you a whole new wardrobe.

You blinked in confusion as the pages turned back to your normal body and smiled at Rohan; he smiled back after seeing a small blush on your face. He led you to Kame Yu and let you pick out styles of clothing and offered his assistance in helping you find a style that best fit your personality. Rohan was more than happy to spend large amounts of money on you and when you protested such spending, he merely said, "I have more money than I know what to do with. So don't worry about it."

You went home with your two arms loaded down with bags and a promise to see Rohan again later.

Rohan went home with another page held tightly in his hands and a promise of having you one day. A plan forming in his head as he read your life story, about the struggles of maintaining a high grade to meet your parents' expectations and how you did everything in your power to stay attractive enough to keep the man you would call husband from leaving you. You thought that if you did what he wanted, your high school sweetheart would still be the same person that you had fallen in love with. And you were disappointed to see that he wasn't really, and Rohan gasped in excitement when he read how you thought your husband couldn't compare to Rohan's kindness. He smiled to himself, it would be easy keeping you all to himself.

Though not everything would go smoothly as Rohan would have wanted.

The next day you went back to his house with ripped clothes and a bloodied face; it made his insides twist. If anyone was going to hurt you it would be him, and not some low life ingrate! He soothed the inferno in his stomach as he helped you inside and listened to your plight. He listened to how your husband had gotten mad when you came home with bags of designer clothes, and started yelling at you. Thinking that you had spent all of your money buying stuff for you instead of using that to pay the bills, he hit you. Struck you down in the home that you had shared with him for the last couple of years.

Never before had you thought of your husband being the violent type, but he beat you within an inch of your life and ripped up the clothes that Rohan had bought for you in front of you. You didn't sleep that night out of feat that your husband could hurt you even more.

Rohan had held you and wiped away your tears before telling you to go wash up and that he would make sure that your husband wouldn't come after you. He had hoped that there would be time for him to prepare a plan to really hurt your husband, but cursed when a pounding on the door resounded while you were patching yourself up. Rohan and Heaven's Door were ready for the man, the filthy pig you called husband, he opened the door and let your husband in.

Heaven's Door writing in your husband that he would stay still.

Rohan with a small carving knife held the blade under your husband's eye teasingly.

To this day you vaguely remember the story of how you had ran to your friend, now husband, Rohan for help, and how your husband followed you. He wanted to see if you were cheating on him, and how he flew into a rage when Rohan opened the door. You remembered a little about a struggle and how Rohan had been beaten and how he and your husband fought. Rohan defending himself and your husband attacking to kill.

You remembered the small way that Rohan had grabbed a wood carving knife and stabbed your husband with it through the eye before calling the police for help.

It was all you remembered about that faithful day, but when you tried to recall it you would see an afterimage burned it your brain. One of Rohan with wide, demented eyes almost lovingly push the sharp point of his knife into your husband's eye and rotating it. The pressure was gradual and it was a painful way to die, you were sure of it, by the way your husband writhed and screamed before falling silent.

Another afterimage you would sometimes see is how Rohan beat himself and messed up his own home as you stood shell shocked on the banister of the second floor. Then you would see another image of him making his way to you with that crazed look in his eye and muttering, "Gotta fix this, gotta fix this." But they were fleeting moments, ones that you and the hospital staff had written off as shock. You remembered seeing your skin peel away like paper and how Rohan wrote frantically in the pages, but those were nightmares that would wake you from a dead sleep.

All you remembered was how the kind mangaka you met one faithful day would be the one to save you from your jealous husband, and then woo you in the aftermath by writing a love arc in Pink Dark Boy that resembled how the two of you got together.

But what you remembered was different then what Rohan remembered, because he would dutifully write out any sort of memory of that day. Instead being content with the fact that Pink Dark Boy was even more successful with the newest story arc and the fact that he had a beautiful wife to draw inspiration from.

Rohan was very pleased that having a wife had done wonders for him, and he would rather see you die then to ever leave him. Though its not like you could really, because if he were to use Heaven's Door on you again he would see written in big bold kanji.

Y/N will never, EVER, leave Kishibe Rohan.

And so you never did.

Because you never really had a choice.

Why are so many of these characters just so lovable? I really enjoy Kishibe Rohan so it made me happy to write a Yandere one-shot about him.

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