As for a brooding delinquent who is the type to never associate with anyone, the type to just stare, the type to expect people to understand his subtle actions over words — he surprisingly tolerated you.

He never understood, or really, wanted to understand why he tolerated you, but he let you stick around.

Jotaro, cigarette between his lips lightened up, he found himself in your company again, listening to you talk while only letting you know he is acknowledging you by side eyeing you. At least he lets you hang around him without him calling you an annoying bitch.