It took what felt like forever, but your twisted ankle soon fixed itself as you were now able to walk and be agile once again. Each day you were in the hospital, Speedwagon suggested he would visit you each day. He claimed he was doing it for Jonathan, yet you felt that was a lie. 

"So you can walk without any pain now?" Speedwagon asks, You nodding happily as you paced about the room. You noticed Speedwagon's condition had also improved. 

"Yup! Finally, I can get back home. I'll need to do some housekeeping but it will be nice to be home, y'know?" You sigh in relief, Speedwagon giving a slight smile and nodding. 

"I guess, yeah." Speedwagon says, trying to relate as you make your way towards the door. 

"Before I go, my plan was to visit Jonathan, care to come along?" You ask the thug, flashing a smile as he he seemed hesitant. Before too long, you two head down the hall. Knocking on the door, you silently wait as you see Jonathan's girlfriend (from what you knew when he talked to you) open the door.

"Ah, you're (Y/N), correct?" The woman asks you, glancing between you and Speedwagon. "How is that ankle of yours?"

"It's okay, I think I'll be able to go home now. I came to check on Jonathan before I left. Is it possible me and this fine man visit him today?" You ask, Erina seeming hesitant as she sighs. Speedwagon seemed to react slightly to your offhanded compliment about him.

"Sorry, Jonathan is still injured. He can't have visitors today." Erina says, seeming a little bit cold as she closed the door. You seemed dumbfounded as you sighed, turning to Speedwagon.

"She's done that to me too when I tried to visit." Speedwagon admits as you straighten your posture.

"Well, I guess I'll come by again later." You grunt, Making your way down the hall as Speedwagon decided to follow you. "So, Speedwagon?" You soon ask, causing the man so look at you. 

"Yeah, Lady (Y/N)?" Speedwagon asks, you snorting slightly at the formal title.

"After that fire incident, I have been quite hesitant to go back, well, out there." You sigh, a distant look in your eyes as you came to the front desk, checking yourself out before exiting the front door. "Care to walk me home? Not without compensation, of course, I was going to offer to make food for the help."

Speedwagon seemed to stop for a moment, Taking a minute to think over your offer. You would offer him this? If anything, he should be thanking you for saving him from the fire, You were so generous. You were so similar to Jonathan, he wondered if the gentleman rubbed off on you as he did him.

"I'd love too. You know where to go, right?" Speedwagon asks as you let out a small laugh a nod, walking ahead. 

"Of course! It's not like I forgot where I live!" You joke as Speedwagon laughs with you slightly. You were so lighthearted, Through the time he had spent with you he could tell you were a wonderful person. He would enjoy being companions with you. 

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The walk home was delightful, you and Speedwagon talked about the most mundane of things. You also talked about each other's past, You elaborating more on how you and Dio interacted. You expressed how you were grateful that Dio had burned up, you hoping the devil tortured him. Speedwagon found your behavior towards Dio understandable, but so out of character for you.

On the walk, you made sure to stop by the market to buy various items for the dish you were going to cook. You had some money in the handbag you always carried with you and allowed Speedwagon to pick something out. He claimed various times you were doing too much for him, you shrug it off and say it was from the bottom of your heart.

As you walked up the front steps, you unlocked the wooden door with the spare key you had, the previous one being deformed in the heat of the flames. Stepping in, You hold the door open and beckon Speedwagon inside.

"Pardon if things are dusty or messy, I have been at the Joestar's for awhile, then the fire started...." You sigh, putting ingredients on the table as Speedwagon looked around.

"I don't mind at all, it looks quite comfortable." Speedwagon compliments as you offer him to sit, preparing ingredients to cook. 

"Well, that's a relief. I suppose it is quite comfortable, I have lived here since I was young. Even before I met JoJo." You say, reminiscing at your past memories with JoJo before Dio appeared and tortured you. 

"Did you live her with you parents?" Speedwagon asks, you nodding softly.

"Ai, Yes I did. They were good folk, I think you would of liked them. God, why am I telling you this...." You grunt, focusing more on the food as Speedwagon hums softly. 

"Oh, I see, So you had a bright childhood, correct? Was everything okay for you?" Speedwagon hesitantly asks, you going silent for a moment,

"Of course, mine was fine. I was like an anchor to JoJo during his hard times with Dio, just like Erina. Except, even when Erina was driven away from JoJo by Dio, I stayed. I endured everything for him." You mutter, Speedwagon picking up on this and deciding to press further.

"That's good, mine, wasn't the best...." Speedwagon says, clearing his throat as he continued. "You sound as though you had some sort of feelings for JoJo?"

You stayed silent, Speedwagon seeming to regret asking the question as you slump as bit. You silently finish preparing the meal before deciding to answer.

"Well, that's complicated. Maybe in the past, I did. Just maybe. Yet, I supported him and his choices. Even if he did like Erina more." You sigh, turning around and putting the meal on the table. "It doesn't matter now, Dio occupied most of our time anyways, It's alright. The food is ready, feel free to have your fill."

You sat in your seat, Speedwagon giving you a concerned look before you gave a portion to him. It seemed that your feeling were complicated, ever since you were little. You were constantly harassed by Dio, had an unrequited love with JoJo, you had a lot going on in your head. He wanted to help, however. 

"I'm sorry for asking, I seem to meddle in places where I am not supposed to..." Speedwagon mutters as he looks away, nervously tasting your food. Yet that same smile came across your face, despite your previous reactions.

"Oh no, It's fine. Talking about it to someone actually helped, I definitely couldn't talk about it to JoJo or Dio, after all." You laugh, eating the meal you prepared as you continued to chat with Speedwagon.  You guys chatted until it hit night. You then bid Speedwagon farewell before locking up your house for the night. 

You hummed as you cleaned up the dishes and food scraps, yawning softly as you then headed to your sleeping quarters. You then opened the wardrobe and changed into a simple nightgown, sliding yourself onto that same comfy bed you missed so much. 

You then let the darkness swallow you. Eyelids becoming heavy as you felt yourself growing even more tired. A much needed rest overtaking you, home sweet home. 

(Unedited: 8/3/2020)