Jotaro may, or may not, have had a small crush on you. Despite that, he was just as cold and harsh on you as he was to anyone else. At the moment, you had considered each other friends.

April, 1988. Tokyo, Japan.

Outside, the weather was dreary and humid. Any view from a window was shrouded by rain and lightning, and thunder boomed and shook the school building. You had been seated in your first period class, staring out said window, when Jotaro had sat next to you.

”Hey.”

Jotaro said firmly, and tried to grab your attention from the window.