Speedwagon is one of your very loyal friends and a companion of yours. You being a Joestar and a fellow Hamon enjoyer, he has grown to like you. Speedwagon eventually became your bestfriend, spending almost all of his time with you. You care deeply for him as well, but in these few weeks, you noticed something quite off about him. Something fishy. (Not literally.)

Today, you were hanging out with him at the riverbank, his arm draped around your shoulder, his body a bit close to yours for comfort. You decided not to say anything about it, because you were Joestar and had to stay dignified and all. Soon, you told him about you having to leave to somewhere else outside Britain to accomplish something, and he smiled at you. “Good luck… to you…” Speedwagon said, leaning his on your shoulder. You snapped at that, throwing him against the wall with a Hamon-infused punch.