Every tree planted in the grove seems to purposefully enhance the beautiful scene. The sound of leaves crunching beneath his leather shoes creates a rhythm to his measured steps. Jotaro takes a deep breath of the crisp air, his hands tucked firmly into his pockets.

Lately, his path home has changed, now including a pit stop that has become the highlight of his day. He glances down at you, both of your arms wrapped securely around his, unfazed if you wrinkle his uniform. He quickly looks away, tipping his cap down to hide the soft smile that appears on his face.

Just the sight of you brings him joy.

His close friends and family seemed on the verge of bursting of shock at the mention of you, as if the idea of Kujo dating was beyond comprehension. He doesn’t see what the big fuss is about. To him, your relationship was straightforward—you were dating, and that was it. It’s never been his style to blow things out of proportion.

The awkward time spent shuffling around each other has passed, though he looks back on your confession with fondness, knowing that those words would have never properly come from him. He’s never been one to initiate things.

Despite his closed-off demeanor, you’ve managed to find the cracks beneath his ‘hardened delinquent persona.’ He knows he isn’t the best at showing affection, especially in public. Even now, he’s at a loss for words.

But in private times like this, where he can simply walk you home, silently basking in the warmth of your closeness, the mutual care between you two is unmistakable.