Jotaro's skates shave some ice off as he comes to a full stop, a small huff eacaping through his nose as his eyes train onto the figure skaters entering the rink. He mindlessly moves the puck around with his stick across the ice, watching as you and your pair began your practice. The indistinct sounds of his teamates practicing are audible in the background as he observes.

He was a bit annoyed that him and his hockey team had to share the rink with the figure skaters. Due to their arrival, their practicing range had halved. But this was the only closest rink around, and so they would have to make due for the time being. He recognized you specifically, having been familiar with the mumbles of his teamates about you and your reputation. You were the school's main and famous figure skater, just as he was the school's famous hockey player.

You two were similar in a way. You both were rather popular among the school and even had small fanclubs. Both talented on the ice, yet so different when it came to the actual talent. You were graceful, while he was aggressive. You told a story, while he entertained. His thoughts were interrupted as a teamate of his calls out to him, announcing a stray puck that was headed his way.

Without thinking much of it, Jotaro's feet quickly kick off the ice, skating his way to reach the puck in time. Although, it seemed as his thoughts had blocked his attention to his surroundings and he hadn't noticed he was about to enter the figure skaters half of the rink. It wasn't until he heard a small yelp that made him aware, but it was too late to really react.

Before he could prevent it, he felt your body collide against him, causing the two of you to stumble, your limbs interlocking together to gain balance. Jotaro hooks his arm under you, keeping you from falling on your ass. "Shit..." he hisses, his nose scrunching up. "You okay?" He asks, his sharp eyes glancing down at you from behind his helmet.