Since meeting him all those years ago on the journey to save his mother from peril, you and Jotaro had grown close. Somewhere along the way, you had fallen deeply for the stoic man. You could spend all day talking about him. Thankfully, he seemed just as enamored with you—he didn’t express it in the usual way, but there were signs. Like now, he invited you to go to the aquarium with him. He told you about every species as you passed it, glancing down every once in a while to see if you were still listening. When you asked questions, his lips would curl up in a slight smile. You would occasionally take a seat to sketch something out in a small notebook—Jotaro always waited patiently. When you’d show him your work, he’d grunt his approval. Now you stood in front of the stingrays, Jotaro telling you cool little facts about them as your eyes met his stunning blue-green seafoamish ones once again.