“Ho hooo! Nice one ______!” Joseph cheered, slapping the table and laughing madly at the same time.
“I know right?! That was one of my best. You can still practically hear it bouncing off the walls!” You snorted, rocking onto the back legs of your chair with a foot balancing you on the edge of the table.
You and Joseph hooted it up about another out of place and loud belch, losing all your composure over it like a couple of immature children. It was at a dinner table, which is not exactly the best place to be doing such a thing, but you And JoJo generally couldn’t give two shits about that, as no one had immediately objected to the action, or scolded you as always.
Well, the only people to fill the position of no one to someone was your other much loved comrade Caesar Zeppeli and your teacher Lisa Lisa.
Though, there would be an objection from Caesar in a moment or two. It usually took him some time, but after a good few minutes of a sort of death stare, he usually ended up being the first to speak up. After all, it got hard to sit there at the table and listen to that constantly. One could only glare at Joseph with narrowed eyes filled with disgust for so long. Casually, Caesar sipped at a wine glass filled with red wine slowly, watching all the table slapping as he did every evening, letting it all slide a bit before he erupted on the two of you. Lisa Lisa had usually been the one to ignore all this the entire time, but now it seemed that she would be the first to act upon this idiocy today.
Joseph, as an accident initially, let rip a massive shart, and you immediately busted out In a fit of giggles, laughing oh so very hard at the look of shock on Josephs face before he too lost his mind, slamming his head onto the table out of both embarrassment and hilarity.
“JOJO AND ______.” Lisa Lisa suddenly yelled.
With the sudden scream from her, you tipped your chair too far back and fell off out of surprise, Joseph instantly lifting his head from the table and fumbling to sit up straight as he looked in her direction.
“That’s quite enough this time around. I can tolerate rough talk and a bit of belching, but I draw the line at letting one rip from BOTH gas expulsion orifices thank you.” She scolded sharply. “Tone it down or I’ll make you climb that oily cylinder of death again.” She threatened, pointing her fork at the two of you.
“Y-yes ma’am!” Both of you screeched in response obediently, scrambling back into your seats properly to finish eating.
Caesar scoffed and finished most of his wine, shaking his head.
“I swear I’m training idiots…” She mumbled, finishing the last of her food.
“Some pretty AMAZING idiots I think you mean~!” You piped up, flashing her a stupid grin.
“And you’re now doing the dishes.” She announced.
“HA!” Joseph chortled.
“You can mop the halls.” She finished with a grin.
“DAMMIT!” You and Joseph cursed in unison.
“It’ll continue until you learn some table manners too. Have fun~!” Lisa Lisa said with a raised brow, standing up from her seat.
As she now began to leave, Joseph made brief eye contact with Caesar and narrowed his eyes defensively. “What are you lookin’ at?”
“You not mopping the floor, fart king.” He replied smartly.
“Ah, shaddap!” JoJo retorted, flipping him off.
You snickered as Joseph dropped his dishes into the sink aggressively before walking away to mop the halls. Quickly though, he ran back to the table and flipped over all the remaining glasses that still had wine left in them onto the table’s surface, trapping the red liquid between the wooden surface and the glass, trying to make your job harder as he stuck his tongue out at you mischievously, backing away.
“Good lord… Really?” You chuckled, shaking your head.
From out in the hall, Joseph belched a loud ‘yes’ in response, the sound echoing throughout that hall an the dining room you were in.
You laughed at that as you picked up the remaining dishes and put them in the sink. Doing so, you heard an audible scoff from Caesar as he set his now empty glass down.
“What an idiot.” Caesar mumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Hah, I know right? Does he really think that flipping over full wine glasses will make this any harder? It’s like he forgets I’m in hamon training with him.” You chuckled triumphantly as you walked over to the two flipped glasses, grasped them by their stems, and casually lifted them from the table, sparks of hamon rippling through them as not a single drop of wine was spilled, kept safely retained within the glass.
“_______, you’re clearly more skilled and intelligent, so why… why do you always hang out with such a moron in your free time?” Caesar asked as you walked the glasses to the sink and let the wine fall there. “I mean, all you two do is… release gases from either end for fun. It’s… not classy. What on earth is that man teaching you?”
Placing the glasses to the side, you turned around and leaned up against the counter. “Classy.” You repeated. “I swear there isn’t an ounce of class in me. I am such a coarse, tomboy person thanks to my upbringing with the street ruffians back at home. For as long as I can remember I’ve been this crude, evading dresses, skirts, makeup, and anything of the ladylike sort. Not my style. Or humor. I grew up on dick jokes.” You admitted with a small grin.
“That’s such a shame too. You’re so charming and beautiful. Having such an influence from Joseph can’t be good.” He commented, standing up from his chair and facing you.
“Oh? Why the sudden flattery?” You questioned, crossing your arms.
“I’m only speaking the truth.” He replied. “I find it quite amazing that you can pull off the same kind of clothing that we do while maintaining that charm of yours. It’s a cute kind of badassness.” He added, walking over to you.
“Aw, I’m flattered!” You grinned, blushing slightly. “I’m still not quite used to that. Compliments are a thing I’ve never really received before coming here.” You added, rubbing the back of your head.
“Another shame. Someone so astounding should never have to be treated like that.” He remarked, leaning on the counter with his elbow being the main support.
“Oh, stop it!” You scolded, blushing more as you smacked him with a cloth. “You should know by now that I’m terrible with compliments. You’re distracting me from the dishes and the table with the,.” You added, walking over to the table to wipe up some remaining bits of wine left behind on the wooden surface.
“What dishes?” Caesar asked smartly.
Before you could turn around to question him, all you heard was a bunch of loud clinking sounds, followed by the burst of multiple bubbles. Pausing, you raised a brow and turned around to see all the dishes stacked neatly and shining, slight amounts of water still dripping from them.
“Using hamon to clean dishes. Smart. Thanks!” You said, throwing the slightly stained cloth into the sink from your position.
“Only for you.” He responded.
“Well then. Keeping up with all that flattery I see.” You commented, a tiny grin crawling onto your face.
“I’ve been thinking. Watching and thinking. You and Joseph have been doing a lot of those… unflattering activities. It just doesn’t seem to suit you! Belching contests…” He grumbled, looking away.
“That’s my terrible sense of humor though. It’s pretty crude and I’m one hell of a tomboy.” You hummed. “JoJo’s the only one who found the same hilarity in it as I did. Though, I guess it IS getting a bit old.” You pondered a bit.
“Rrgh. And that really ticks me off too.” Caesar continued to mumble.
You shot a curious look at him, eyes holding the question of why he would be ticked off by your joy. He seemed to read that question in the glint of your eyes and sighed deeply before opening his mouth again.
“Yes, it ticks me off. It ticks me off to know that such a wonderful woman is hanging out with such an uncouth bimbo. It ticks me off even more to think about what kind of crazy shit he’s teaching you, and that all this could possibly lead to you falling for that ass. He would never know how to treat you like the amazing person you are. Him and his ungentlemanliness.” He spilled, staring out of the window behind him from the corner of his eyes absentmindedly.
You had to pause there. You actually didn’t expect that to come from him. “C-Caesar, are you saying… Are you slightly jealous of the friendship I have with Joseph?”
“Jealous? No. Disappointed with his mannerisms? Yes.” He stated, never taking his eyes from the window. “He’s just so… ungentlemanly. I’m afraid that your goofing off together might… Might have you fall for such an immature person, and my heart will have no place left to go, since you’ve already stolen it away.”
“Caesar…” You said quietly, breathing almost silently. “You… But you know I naturally act kind of like JoJo, which is why I do what I do with him. How can you say such nice things when… I’m so unladylike… And lack any sort of class.” You mumbled, speech faltering and fading in and out at certain points.
“_______, I see past that. You have charm, wit, and incredible beauty. Deep down, you’re still a lady, and I want to be the only one who gets to treat you as such.” He said further, now showing more of his feelings. “No matter how much pf a tomboy you say you are.”
You went silent for a moment, watching his unmoved form. Blush had now become apparent on his cheeks, but he still kept an averted eye; something he never did when flirting with other women. This told you that this was a genuine reaction, real feelings, and he was having a hard time balancing his suave nature with these overwhelming emotions.
The thought now sinking in, a blush began to creep up onto your cheeks as well, hearing the full, sudden admittance as to how Caesar felt. He’s been hiding that for god knows how long, and you too, have been secretly supressing feelings of equal measure, keeping them down so well by screwing around with JoJo the way you did. Now, you could only acknowledge them, and accept them with open arms. Though he’d be surprised to know you had any at all, judging by his words presenting the knowledge he held on the relationship between you and JoJo.
Taking your hands off the table, you paced your way over to Caesar slowly, holding your gaze up at his still turned head. You stood in front of his body for a moment, just now noticing the way the light casted over him from behind, giving him a rimmed glow around the edge of his form. After a moment of staring at him in silence, you reached up with your left hand and placed it to his right cheek, the contact surprising him slightly as his breathing hitched and he went stiff. You then turned his head to face you, looking deeply into his eyes as the feeling of his heated cheeks warmed your hand, him gulping a little as his pupils surrounded by vivid green irises locked with yours as you subconsciously ran your thumb across the bluish purple marking under his eye.
Looks like when he truly loves someone, he gets a little quirky and less smooth than when he flirts with others.
“Caesar, I don’t know if you knew that JoJo and I are really just good friends. We just put up with each other’s shitty attitudes. Really though, I’m kinda… or really, really interested in you. And the fact that you don’t find my nature COMPLETELY revolting, feels really nice. Cause you’ve been really appealing to me for a, well, for a while.” You said honestly, your demeanor changing almost completely.
Caesar stared at you with an expression of surprise, eyes dilating with an increased heart rate. You watched his breathing change and seen the relief in his eyes. He looked so genuinely happy on the inside, and you could tell he would probably say something smart now.
“And now you’re going to say: ‘I always knew you had more class than him.’” You said with a grin.
“I always knew you had more- aaaaah, you’ve been learning from him haven’t you?” He chuckled with a pink flushed face.
“Just so I can antagonize you.” You giggled. “But honestly, I’ve never had romantic interest in JoJo. The moment I set my eyes on you in training, I’ve been super into you… Wow I’m just not good with words. I’m so coarse and stuff that I just can’t figure out how to get this out right.” You scoffed. “Stupid upbringing.”
Caesar finally cracked a smile and chuckled. “JoJo’s idiocy rubs off on us all. But I believe you were trying to say something similar to: ‘You caught my eye from the start, and I remained around JoJo for fear of rejection due to my crazy personality’ maybe?”
You smiled slightly. “I see you got your smooth back. Are you learning from him in secret too or what? That was spot on with my thoughts.”
“Maybe now I am, and maybe I’m not. But what I know now is I can ask you an important question that I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.” He started, warmth filling his eyes. “Would you let me be yours, and you be mine in return? So I can be the one to treat you like the beautiful woman I’ve always seen you as?’
As he asked you, you watched the glow of the sunlight behind him make the moment magical. “Do I have to wear a dress and give up my jokes?” You questioned with a knowing smile.
“Nope. I just want you to be you, so I can treat you like a princess. You’re classy in your own special way. You’ll do what you need to do whenever you feel.” He replied.
You ran your thumb gently over the marking under his eye once more as you quietly scoffed. “Then I’ll gladly say yes.” You answered with a sincere smile.
“What a relief.” He sighed. “Please excuse this next action then for me. I just can’t resist any longer.”
You knew what he meant, and you certainly didn’t mind one bit as he took action upon his word. With the swiftest yet gentlest of movements, Caesar leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your lips, your hand still on his cheek as your other now came up to rest on his chiselled chest that prominently showed well through the light blue t-shirt he wore under his open jacket. He tilted your head up at your chin gently to get a better angle, his other hand making its way to the small of your back to pull you close until your bodies touched.
Taking your hand that was on his cheek, you slowly inched it up and back into his pale blonde locks, fingers hitching under his tightly tied headband as you felt how soft his locks were between your fingers.
Eventually, Caesar pulled back from you and stared intently into your eyes, you nearly breathless from his sheer tenderness.
“You can tell me you’re crude as much as you want, but I am going to treasure you like the woman I know you truly are.” He stated, tipping your chin up again and lightly pecking you on the tip of your nose.
You scoffed with a smile, and pulled yourself into him with a warm hug. “You’re just so… so perfect. Heh, you’re welcome for the confession.”
“Tch, more like you’re welcome. JoJo is so ungentlemanly that he probably wouldn’t even know how to kiss you right.” He laughed, adding a little insult in for fun.
“Right, thanks. I’ll try to keep up the charm for you~.” You said, nuzzling into his chest.
“_______, you always have been. I just see more amazing qualities in you other than burping loudly for fun.” He said. “You don’t have to stop that either. Just, maybe not at the table anymore.” He added on with a light laugh.
“I guess I don’t have to worry about changing too much then.” You said quietly with a sight of happy relief.
“Yep, because you’ve always been the most perfect woman to me, no matter what you do.”