Jojos Who Are Doing Things in Daily Life

...Although, there are not many people who believe it. Jotaro and Jousuke don't believe it, and that guy Xisa doesn't believe it... Yay.

... Forget it, he's used to it, it's okay to be looked down upon by others, it's better than letting Katz come down from space to fight him again, once again, Joseph really dare not say that he is really serious can still win.

A battle like that... Once in this life is enough, and it's almost enough to look back once.Come again...to die...

……

It was almost dusk, on the pier of Tokyo pier, a blond boy in a strange green suit was walking slowly on the pier, he got up aimlessly, but seemed to have nowhere to go.

It is said that the boy’s dress is strange, because his suit looks shabby, with round holes everywhere, but a closer look shows that it is designed in this way. Fortunately, there are no other people on the pier at this time, the boy It's a strange outfit, but no one will notice it.

However, just as he was walking aimlessly, a faint sound came from the pier, which made him raise his head.

He looked aside, only to find that on a high platform, there was a tape recorder that came from nowhere, playing a piece of soothing music.

He slowly leaned over, looking at the tape recorder that started playing at some point, and for a moment, he didn't even know what to do.

Until, behind him, a voice suddenly appeared.

"—Now, do you know what kind of music Trish likes?"

"!" The blond boy was taken aback, his pupils couldn't stop beating, and as he slowly turned around, he saw the other party.

The familiar alternative magenta open-chested outfit, the wonderful golden hairstyle, and the familiar face.It's just that there seems to be something more on the other party's face that he didn't have before, a little softer and a little less indifferent.

"You are……"

"—We don't need to do it like we met for the first time, Fugo."

It was Giorno who came.With his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked towards Fugo's direction. He seemed unguarded, and still regarded him as a partner who could trust his back.

With a slight movement of Giorno's fingers, he turned off the tape recorder.Turning his head to face Fuge's pupils, he said slowly:

"I heard from Bugarati that when you first met, you chose to leave. Trish, when Bugarati and the others came here, they found it."

"Then, our team is only short of you, Fugo."

"...Is a person like me worthy of your trust?" Fuge smiled coldly when he heard the words. Since the day when he didn't fight against the BOSS with everyone, he has been condemning himself every day, and he doesn't regret himself. decision, but he hated his cowardice.

"What should I call you now? BOSS? The 'enthusiasm' of this city is your masterpiece, right?"

"...Actually, I don't like people under my command calling me 'BOSS'."

Giorno didn't take Fugo's words seriously at all, just thought he was joking, although he knew that what the other party said was the truth.

But in the next second, Giorno's face changed slightly. Although he was still smiling, there was a bit more solemnity and seriousness in that smiling face, and some useless teasing was missing.

"——Fugo, you know, I have a dream."

"And this dream, I need a partner like you to realize it together."

"So, are you still willing to make another choice for yourself?"

Giorno's words made Fuge stare sharply, and he stared blankly at the 15-year-old boy in front of him, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

The first time, facing Bugarati, he chose to follow when he was down; the second time, facing the team that was about to resist the BOSS, he chose to run away...

And this time...he was in tears.

Fuge wondered many times, what would have been the result if he had followed up?He is likely to die, at the hands of the enemy, at the hands of the boss, or even at his own hands. After all, his [Purple Smoke] is too dangerous to say that he will die. It is not impossible to kill yourself or even your teammates.

However, even if there is only a slight possibility, if he is the one who died, then Bugarati, Nalanja, Apache and the others would not die...

Fugo thinks that his threat level may not be higher than that of Bugarati and Apache, but even if there is even a small possibility, if he is present, will Nalanja not die?

Fugo didn't know, because at that time, he didn't have a second chance to choose.

However, today, there is actually...the so-called second chance.

This time...is he really...qualified?

"...Everyone makes wrong choices sometimes, just like if you could control your emotions and not kill that professor, you might have a better and different life than us."

Seeing that Fugo was unable to make a choice, Giorno also showed a clear smile. He looked directly into Fugo's eyes and said word by word:

"However, since you at the beginning knew that you couldn't change everything, you could still move on until you met Bugarati, and your life changed."

"So, you who have made a wrong choice again, don't you still have the courage to move on?"

"—If, you really lose the courage to take a small step forward."

"Why don't you let me take a step closer to you."

"……boom."

Giorno's loud words shook Fugo's heart again. This time, not only did he shed tears, but his knees finally knelt down.

Fugo knelt down on his knees, tightly grasping the hand that Giorno extended over, and finally lowered his head.

Seeing Fugo like this, Giorno finally smiled knowingly, all of them finally gathered together again.

Giorno took out a golden ring that he had already prepared from his pocket, and handed it to Fugo's palm. Then, he walked slowly in another direction, and said slowly:

"Since you're back, let's hurry up and come together."

"Everyone wants to see you very much. Naranga has been pestering me to get you back. He said that without you teaching him mathematics, he can't learn it alone."

"..." Fuge turned his head to look at Giorno's back in a daze, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and stood up slowly.