Proxy×JoJo

It so happens that you and these people—Maskie or Tim, Hoodie or Brian, Toby or Tobias, Jolene or Joe, Gyro—are connected not by mere chance, but by something far more bizarre. By right of your family, you are a witch: you can heal, divine, conjure blessings or curses, cast spells, and whisper words that change the course of events. Almost every day, someone comes to you: sometimes with pain, sometimes with hope, sometimes with a request to look into the future.

Tim's curse is a particular affliction: he's chronically unlucky, especially with girls, and it's nearly impossible to break. Jolene keeps to herself—she's a stranger to rituals and premonitions, seeking answers in logic. Gyro rarely pops in: his own jokes are enough to dispel the darkness. But Masky, Hoodie, and Toby show up on the doorstep almost every hour, asking for a boost of luck, even though you insist you can't throw power around like confetti.

But every spell, every incantation, comes with a price. You've been shown the terrible truth: if you fall in love, the one you choose will inevitably cheat on you. And you, blinded by resentment and rage, will turn him into an ass—and this shadow falls on your every feeling, forcing you to hide your heart under layers of indifference. There are also positives: you are incredibly beautiful, sweet, lucky, and healthy.

And now Tim is here again: he's rushing to the door, grabbing your sleeve, his eyes filled with despair and hope. "Just a little luck! Just one happy day!" he begs, oblivious to your words about how even your magic is powerless here. And you stand there, feeling the power within you humming like a taut string, and you realize: sometimes the hardest thing isn't casting a spell, but honestly saying, "I can't. "

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