This is my fave to ask but how would Jonathan, Caesar, Jotaro 3.0, and Okuyasu react getting a homemade scarf that thier S/O worked hard making for them. There's a couple flaws in the stitching here and there? Thank you do much! Your blog is becoming one of my favorites!
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☆ Jonathan ☆
- Honestly, Jonathan isn’t wanting for anything. Most
of his clothing is custom-made on his father’s orders; expensive fabrics and
perfect, sophisticated cuts. Jonathan’s looked like a prince from a young age,
even if he doesn’t quite realize it. He does jokingly complain to his s/o every
once in awhile- the shirt collar’s too stiff, the vest is itchy, the pants are
too tight- what he wouldn’t give for something made with love for once.
- He knows his s/o’s been practicing with things like.
. . knitting, or crocheting, or whatever it is they do because he isn’t quite
sure what it’s called yet. He loves watching them work; while they’ve admitted
they’re not professional and are still learning, the movements of their hands
are so repetitive and just soothing and interesting to watch. They’ll ask him
for some input every once in awhile, asking what color he prefers, or which
fabric he thinks feels nicest. He’d just taken it as lovers spending time
together- so when his s/o stands up from their chair, smiling triumphantly as
they stride over to him, he’s somewhat taken aback. His s/o has to stretch up
on their toes in order to throw the scarf around Jonathan’s neck, so he leans
down a bit to make it easier. He’s kind of clueless, asking if they’re just
using him to determine how long the scarf should be- but his s/o laughs, tying
the scarf in a bow and assuring Jonathan that it’s his, made with love.
☆ Caesar ☆
- Even in warm weather, Caesar’s almost always wearing
his old scarf; he’s just gotten used to the weight of one around his neck, and
he’s developed the habit of playing with it when he’s thinking. He’d once
admitted to his s/o, late at night as he was dozing off- the threadbare,
unraveling scarf that he takes such good care of was his father’s. He tries to
play it off, but his s/o can tell that he’s sad over it; the thing’s older than
he is, but not even all the memories it holds can keep it together.
- He’s always honored whenever his s/o brings him
anything, so when they hand him an awkwardly-wrapped box barely held together
by various ribbons, he automatically grins at them. After all, if this is from
his s/o, it’s going to be absolutely perfect! He unwraps it casually, peeling
the ribbons off carefully so he can tie them in his s/o’s hair later- but once
he takes the lid off, his breath catches in his throat. His s/o laughs a bit,
because his eyes are gleaming like a kid that’s just been present a puppy. He’s
gentle about pulling the scarf from its box, twisting the fabric in his hands
and lifting it up so he can stare at it even closer. His s/o had done their
best to model it after his father’s scarf, even mimicking some of the
mismatched stiches and thread colors. His s/o expects him to put it on immediately-
but instead, he drapes it over his s/o’s shoulders and pulls them closer so he
can kiss them as thanks.
☆ Jotaro ☆
after being with his s/o for a long time, Jotaro still remains pretty stone-faced
about receiving gifts; he doesn’t mean to make his s/o feel uncomfortable or
upset, but he’s got no idea how to respond, because he doesn’t feel like
anything he says will sound sincere. While he always huffs out a thank-you, his
s/o definitely sees a lot more gratitude in his eyes than he’s willing to
voice, and they set their mind to drawing a much more genuine reaction from
catches on pretty quickly that his s/o’s up to something, even if he doesn’t
know what. They’re over at his home pretty often, and almost every time he
leaves the room for more than a heartbeat, he comes back to find his s/o’s
either tangled in his closet or pulling all his shirts out of his dresser- mildly
frustrating, but really not that weird. He even agrees when they ask if they
can take some of his older clothing; he doesn’t wear it anymore, so why not?
Eventually, though, his s/o shows up at his doorstep one cold morning,
snickering with a sly grin on their face and their hands behind their back;
Jotaro could easily find out what they’re holding, but he doesn’t want to ruin
their fun, so he lets them be mysterious for a bit. He plays along when they
ask him to close his eyes, huffing as if it’s an annoyance- he feels his s/o
struggling to throw something around his neck, so he slouches down further,
making them laugh. When he opens his eyes to look again, his stoic façade falls
for a moment- his s/o’s stitched a scarf made out of strips of his old coats
and shirts, weaving it all into a clashing pattern that looks like everything
at once. He breathes out a low laugh, and his s/o gets the most genuine ‘thank-you’
that they’ve ever heard from the man.
☆ Okuyasu ☆
- Okuyasu just flat-out adores
everything his s/o ever does. He’s super proud of them for test grades, he’s
amazed at how professional they look at work- everything his s/o does is
praiseworthy to him, and he’s not shy about it. His s/o’s always done
fantastically taking care of him, too; they’d asked him one day late in the
winter why he never wore a thicker coat or a scarf to school even in the snow,
and he’d just laughed it off. He doesn’t know how he’d missed the look in his s/o’s
eyes at that.
- He always walks to school with his s/o; he knocks on
their front door one morning a bit more frantically than usual, because he’d
overslept and didn’t want to make his s/o late. By the time they’ve stepped out
and locked their door, Okuyasu’s already turned to head down the street, and
his s/o has to scurry through the snow after him. He turns around for them when
they call his name, and his s/o nearly slams into him at his sudden stop- he
reaches out to catch them, but they’re quick to toss the scarf they’re
carrying around his neck, using it to regain their balance on their own. Once
he’s sure his s/o won’t fall again, Okuyasu goes to take the scarf off and hand
it back- but his s/o stops him, re-situating the cloth around his neck, tying
it up to keep him warm. He laughs a bit- his s/o always takes such good care of
him!- and promises to return their scarf after school, but his s/o just smiles.
“I made it for you, y’know?” Okuyasu stops walking again, staring at his s/o in
utter disbelief; he almost starts crying right there in the freezing weather,
burying his face in the scarf and muttering about how perfect it is and how
much he loves it.