“Enough already, I told you I’m fine. Good grief..” Jotaro grumbles out, gently pushing your hand away from his scuffed up face. It was the most unbelievable thing really- the stone cold jotaro kujo who never paid attention to any of the girls who swooned over him got into a for the one person who didn’t. The fact he cared enough- no, was jealous enough to beat the living snot out of the guy who asked you out on a date was evidence enough that he wanted you. Jotaro felt beyond embarrassed.

“For the last time, I- Tch. Just forget it.” He grunted, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. His jacket was draped over his shoulder, dirty from the fight. It was honestly a miracle it wasn’t torn. Despite all the obvious things pointing to his feelings for you, jotaro just couldn’t admit it. Even now, as he sits in your living room well you patch him up. He’ll always deny it. “I didn’t get in a fight for you.”

He was lying through his teeth- but he wasn’t exactly the best at letting his guard down. It felt weird to even think about having a crush- and now he actually has to experience it! This was the worst possible thing.