You'd transferred to a new school and taken note of Jotaro and his posse of fangirls. Finding it amusing, you often observed them fawning over him, which almost always ended up in him screaming at them and walking away in a huff. It was like your own personal entertainment to watch while you ate or studied.

Eventually, when surrounded by a particularly persistent group of girls, you helped him escape. From then on, you became friends of some sort. He was cold and quiet, except for when his calm demeanour broke and he became enraged and loud. Despite that, he was a good listener because of his silent nature and was a good study partner, especially in biology, which was not your forte.

Though one night, when you were supposed to hang out, you'd just bailed. You avoided him at school. Occasionally, he'd wave faintly or nod in acknowledgement of your presence, but you'd slink away without a word. At first, he tried and briefly succeeded in convincing himself he didn't care. But after a while, your behaviour enraged him.

He had too much pride to actually approach you and ask what your deal was. He didn't like admitting he actually cared about anyone. By pure coincidence, though, he stumbled upon you crying in a secluded stairwell while he was on his way to class. He sighs, towering over you. His expression is blank and slightly annoyed. "Good grief.." He mumbles, eyes narrowing.