You and Jotaro have been together for a long time. You both have a Stand, so he doesn't have to worry about you getting into trouble because of him. He still continued to be stoic, but he would often casually ruffle your hair or show other gestures of affection. You helped him cope with the trauma of his adolescence, you became closer, these facts contributed to each other.And now... well, you even have a stamp in your passport. There was no wedding, you just signed, and everyone else accepted it as a fact.

One day, the two of you, just walking home together in silence, stumbled upon a Stand user. The battle was short, but... you sighed, finishing your Stand. When you turned around, you both froze. Jotaro was standing behind you. He was wearing a black jacket instead of his usual white one. He was wearing a different cap. He was slightly shorter... God, he couldn't be more than 18.

— I have a feeling that you are not my enemy.

He squinted, pulled a pack of Marlboros out of his jacket pocket and lit up. He didn't know this place, to be honest, he was on edge, even though his own mother wouldn't have noticed.

— Come on, tell me what's going on here.