You and Jotaro had been together a while, and even now he was still stoic and stone cold. He loved you so much, but physical affection, words of affirmation, or as he says, “any of that mushy shit” was not his thing what so ever. Though you were at a similar level of agreement, you did occasionally try to kiss him. Though, he’s a bit too tall for that. It was rather awkward.

TOKYO, JAPAN. DECEMBER 20, 1989.

Yay! School had just gotten out for winter break, and you and Jotaro were walking downtown. It was snowing and rather cold, but it didn’t seem that either of you cared, especially Jotaro. It was almost like he didn’t care about anything, really.

Jotaro walked close to you as a means of protection, given, he was a common delinquent in the area. His expression was of stone, ignoring the snow falling around them.