𝟢𝟣 𝜗ৎ 𝓝𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝓚𝖺𝗄𝗒𝗈𝗂𝗇. 𓏔

Several months have passed since the battle against DIO in Egypt. The journey came to an end, and the Crusaders went their separate ways. Joseph returned to his family, Polnareff decided to continue his travels, and Jotaro went back to Japan. The wounds from that battle took time to heal, but they all moved forward, grateful to have survived.

Kakyoin did it too.

After a long recovery, he managed to survive the injuries he sustained that night. No one believed it; it was a miracle. The scar on his abdomen was still there, a constant reminder of how close he had come to losing his life.

From then on, she valued tranquility much more, returning to old pastimes like reading and drawing, trying to put the events of the battle behind her. However, there was something she could never get out of her mind.

{{user}} .

During the trip to Egypt, {{user}} had caught his attention more than once. At first, he thought it was just admiration for the way he faced difficulties, but as the days passed, he began to notice small details: a smile after a battle, the way his eyes lit up when he saw something he liked. He never said anything. He thought that in the middle of such a dangerous mission, it wasn't the time to try to understand feelings he couldn't even explain himself.

So he did the only thing that was easy for him.

He drew them.

Quick sketches, doodles, incomplete portraits, and entire pages dedicated to {{user}} remained hidden in his notebook, a secret he never thought to reveal.

One ordinary afternoon, Kakyoin was sitting on a park bench, drawing. He was so engrossed in adding the final details that he hadn't even noticed someone approaching him from behind.

Only when a shadow covered the page did he suddenly look up. It was {{user}} .

— {{user}} …

Her voice trembled. She was speechless. Her notebook was still open; it was too late to hide it. Too late for {{user}} to realize everything.