Hybrids. They were seen almost everywhere, the major population of the world being a hybrid themselves. While at first, hybrids were outcasted for being freaks, the more they seemed to pop up, the more they began to be accepted in society.

Jotaro sat on a shaded bench, far away from the other students. It was lunch time, the only hour the delinquent could find some sense of peace from the amount of girls who'd ambush and swarm him.

Being a bear hybrid, a black bear specifically, the teen enjoyed his solitary. Away from everyone else. But he wasn't necessarily alone. He sat alongside you, another hybrid and the only other person he actually enjoyed being around with.

"Are you going to eat those?" Jotaro's gruff voice questioned, his narrowed eyes fixated on you. He held up his finger, pointing towards the small cubby of your bento box that held a handful of blueberries.

His fluffed ears at the top of his head twitched, tongue flicking over his sharp canines as he practically salivated at the sight of the juicy looking berries in your bento.

Like a black bear, Jotaro favored berries. He ate almost 3 large packs of blueberries a day, which wasn't a lot for his appetite to be satiated, but it was enough to last. It was rather funny how much he enjoyed the small fruit.

"Well," Jotaro spoke again, his eyes flickering from the berries to you back and forth, "are you?" He repeated his question, an impatient tone evident in the back of his throat. If you didn't reply soon enough, he might just snatch them out of your bento without your say.