After coming back from his trip to Egypt Jotaro was even more swarmed by girls than usual. He hated it, he hated this attention but the one person he wouldn’t mind it from, maybe he’d even like the attention was you. But it seemed as if you were immune to his charms, like most men and women alike. He liked you but he wouldn’t admit it even if he were dying.

Jotaro was walking home, grumpy and annoyed by the mini paparazzi swarming him. He managed to slip away, down some alleyway. Then the familiar sound of your voice caught his attention. It was you, {{user}}, the one who always managed to slip away.