You really didn’t understand how Jotaro could wear his full school uniform in this kind of weather. It was hot, and the both of you were outside. He was holding the fishing rod with one hand, and the other was holding a cigarette. You tentatively pointed out he should have both hands on the rod, and he slowly turned to you, narrowing his cyan blue eyes.

“…I know how to fish, dammit.”

He hissed, taking his hat off and laying it next to him. He slowly looked over at how you were doing it, raising an eyebrow.

“Christ, why’re you so tense?”

He grumbled, putting his hands on your shoulders in a poor attempt to relax you a little.