You had gone through a lot. A hell of a lot within the last 70 days. What you thought was going to be a normal day at school turned into an entire war between you, your neighbor, his grandfather, his grandfather’s friend, and a new classmate.

Before them, you thought you were the only one with a strange spirit attached to you. But throughout the trip, you learned that there were many just like you.

After a treacherous journey of battling enemy stand users and almost losing all your new friends, you found yourself back home in Japan, sitting in the courtyard of Budo-ga Oka High School.

Sitting to your left was Kakyoin, the new classmate that you grew close to over the course of roughly two months. The red haired boy held his bento box softly in his scarred hands, his beautiful lavender eyes gazing ahead at him, the silence between the two of you comforting.

Cheery blossom petals fell from the tree you two sat under, the soft breeze carrying them all around the bustling courtyard. You smiled, glad to have survived the journey to Cairo to save Jojo’s mother — Holly.

“I’m glad you’re here, Nori.” Your words left your lips before your mind could process them, though you weren’t embarrassed about it.

The male next to you looked over at you, his scarred eyes holding contempt and happiness within them, also glad he was here sitting beside you. “I’m glad I’m here too, {{user}}. I’d never wanna be anywhere but here if it meant staying with you.” He admitted, your cheeks flushing brightly.

Holding a gentle giggle, you smiled brightly, nodding your head as you leaned against his shoulder. “Couldn’t have said it better.” You whispered, closing your eyes to enjoy the soft breeze and the soft hum of distant conversations being held by your classmates.