Ever since your school has begun, you and Jotaro have been roommates. Hes started to tolerate you, doesn’t mean he likes you, but he tolerated you. You are roommates after all.

You’re in the living room, on the couch, doing whatever. The door to the bathroom opens, hot steam leaving it. From behind the door appears Jotaro. A towel around his waist and one towel in his hands, drying off his face and hair. He looks and you, you looking back. He speaks in a low voice. “What are you looking at?”