I'm kind of sad at the amount of screen time that Risotto got in Vento Aureo, so he def deserves this.

Pairing: Risotto Nero/Reader

Rating: T

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

You shuffled around your house in a daze and you rubbed the sleep from your eyes; something wasn't right. You didn't feel safe in your own home anymore and had spent many sleepless nights flinching at the slightest sounds and shadows. None of your friends were certain that there was anything wrong with your house, and thought that you had worked yourself too hard in such little time and were seeing things. They thought that you made everything up but you didn't!

And that feeling persisted for months.

Little by little you felt as though you were hallucinating, thinking that maybe you made it all up. That the muted footsteps in your halls were the product of a tired mind, or that the moving forms in the dark were just all some sort of sick dream. So you bucked up your courage and pressed on with your life, but the way that the lack of sleep was affecting you was starting to show.

Dark circles formed under your eyes and you were fatigued all the time; your work load began to pile up as you fell behind on everything. Bills littered your table, all unpaid, and your fridge was left barren. You were wasting away to nothing all because you were sick with worry that someone or something was watching you. Your friends all tried to tell you that it was all just your imagination, but there was no way you could imagine black sclera and red irises watching you from your window before disappearing into the night.

Like the good friends they were they indulged your fears and stayed with you for about a month. The feeling of being surrounded by people you knew helped you go to sleep at night and keep your health up.

It encouraged you to go out and enjoy the city at times, and while you were out you met a man with horrifying black and red eyes at a small hole in the wall cafe. They reminded you of the demons that plagued you so, but shook your head and remembered what your friends had been telling you for weeks. That what you had seen was all just some fucked up dream and that nothing could harm you.

So you had introduced yourself to the man as he stood next to you waiting for his turn to order. He was intimidating wearing black and white stripped pants and no shirt, but instead he had a long jacket that exposed his tanned and muscled chest/abdomen. He wore his hood over his head that covered most of his white hair and there were little balls hanging from the hems of his hood, spelling out 'Risotto'. Which you learned that was his name after he had introduced himself to you as well, his deep voice scared you a bit but you smiled hesitantly at him when he said, "Risotto Nero, nice to meet you as well."

The two of you stood awkwardly in line together and when it was your turn to order you had turned, ready to offer to pay for Risotto as well only to see that the tall man was gone. A space was left between you and the rest of the line before even that was filled out, as if Risotto had never been there.

When you had gone home after you finished your meal at the cafe, that foreboding feeling you had been feeling for months had returned. And if anything it had felt more repressive than before. You swore up and down that you had seen red eyes staring out at you from thin air to your friends, but they had sighed once more thinking that you were crazy.

But this time none of them had offered to stay with you.

In fact, one of them had accused you of trying to get attention drawn to you, they yelled out about how you always pulled little stunts like this and that if you kept it up then you wouldn't have any friends left. Slowly, one by one, your friends refused to talk to you and had disappeared from your life. Leaving you alone with your misery.

The only thing that kept you from succumbing to your fear was the fact that you were determined not to fall into that depressed spiral once more. You didn't want to burden anyone else that still cared to talk to you with your fears. And so you kept any other accounts of seeing red eyes or creepy figures from any conversation with your loved ones.

On another outing into town, you saw Risotto Nero again and called out to him with a small wave. Maybe all you needed was a good connection with someone to chase away your feelings of being watched, maybe it was all in your brain and you needed to keep your mind off of it.

"Hi! Risotto, right?" you asked as you caught up to the taller man.

Risotto had nodded and you smiled at him, chasing away your instincts telling you to run. You were going to ignore it all, you were just paranoid; at least that's the excuses you tried to tell yourself. "Sorry to bother you, I was going to offer to buy you a cappuccino the other day but you had left. If you're interested I'm still willing to get a cup of coffee with you!" you rushed through your words with a small blush on your face.

Behind Risotto was a group of weirdly dressed men, all staring at you and Risotto with barely concealed snickers.

"It isn't necesarry-" Risotto began, only to get cut off by a purple haired man.

"Di molto! Come on Boss! When a pretty woman asks you out to coffee you go with her! We'll take care of everything on the list don't worry!" he called out with a lewd grin on his face.

Risotto glared at the man, "Melone, don't interrupt me again. I was going to say that it isn't necessary to buy me anything since I'll be the one paying." The last part of his sentence was directed at you before he turned to look at a blue haired man standing near Melone, "Ghiaccio, you and Melone go get the rest of the supplies, everyone one else go home," and before anyone could protest Risotto narrowed his eyes in a challenge, "Now."

You stood there kind of terrified by the power that Risotto wielded over the men, but noticed how they all followed his orders. He then turned back to you and offered his arm, which you silently interlinked your own arm with.

Deciding that Risotto was strong and intimidating you made a choice, thinking that someone as intimidating as Risotto could scare away anything you steeled your resolve. Despite how scary he was, you knew he was the only choice you had in feeling safe. He didn't seem like the type of person to take things lightly or push away concerns, so he could help you.

"If you didn't want to get some coffee you didn't have to come with me," you murmured.

Risotto was silent for a moment as the two of you walked arm in arm before stating, "Speak up, and when you do, speak your mind. It is no trouble for me to go with you." He looked down and gave you a small smile, "Besides, like he said, when a pretty woman asks you to get coffee with her you go get coffee with her."

For the first time in what seemed like years, you felt warm and safe as you walked with Risotto. You returned his smile and began to lightly chat about yourself.

For the first time in actual years, Risotto felt as though things were finally looking up for him. When he first saw you months ago, he felt something inside his hardened heart shift and from that first look he craved you like an alcoholic craved alcohol. Risotto couldn't help but to follow you around during the nights, invisible, and he watched you as you danced to music alone. He watched you as you laughed while talking on the phone, and he watched as you slept safe in a mountain of blankets.

Sometimes to let you know that he was there, watching over you and keeping you safe, he would let his eyes be seen by you. He watched as you got more and more paranoid and stayed around to make sure that there was nothing to hurt you. When your friends moved in with you, Risotto was forced to keep to the shadows and eventually had to pull away from you for a short time.

So he was pleased when he bumped into you at a cafe, and disappeared shortly after introducing himself to you. Risotto regretted leaving you behind but he had more pressing matters to deal with to ensure he had time to spend with you for the next time he bumped into you. He enjoyed how when you next saw him, that you gathered your courage and asked him out on a date, and knew that you were the right choice for him.

You, being so scared of being alone, had sought him out because somewhere deep inside you, you knew that Risotto would protect you. It made Risotto happy to know that he was the sole person that you felt safe around, and that you were no longer hanging around those pesky things you called 'friends'. He also didn't have to go out of his way to tack down and kill each and everyone of the friends you used to keep.

Risotto drew you into his embrace and his black and red eyes closed for a second, letting him bask in the fact that you were safe with him.

There was no need to ... 'educate' you to being obedient because you were already perfect. You were already looking to him for help as you should be.

Risotto was content, and for as long as he was content then you would be truly safe; although it wasn't like you knew that.

You were just grateful to find someone that you hoped would keep you safe, you hoped that he was someone that would believe you. And maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be paranoid anymore and the sight of black and red eyes would be comforting instead of terrifying.

Not too yandere like this time, but still some stalking on Risotto's part. Which I think befits him because he seems like the type to wait in the shadows and work out plans before executing the plans.

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