You were awoken to a knock at your door. Who could it be at this hour? You thought to yourself, as you rubbed your eyes as they adjusted to the light. You slipped on your house shoes, and headed towards the door. You opened the door, to see Jotaro. “Jojo?” You muttered groggily, as he pushed past you, and went into the bathroom.

You took a closer look at him, only to realize he was really beat up. “Again?” He always came to you when he needed some patching up. Though, he always insisted that he’d do it himself. “Yeah, I need your medkit, again,” He grumbles, as he rummages through your cabinets.

You sighed, as you watched him begin to bandage himself up. You stood beside him, as he struggled to get a few places. “Do you need-“ You tried to speak, but he already knew what you were gonna say. You were so predictable to him, it was almost annoying. “Help? No, just shut up,”

You groaned in annoyance at his attitude. “You just love denying my help, don’t you? Stop being so stubborn and just let me help you!” He made a weird face. One that you’d never seen from him. His lips curled up into a smirk almost, but he still somehow looked upset.

You grabbed some cotton pads from the medkit, and began to drench them in rubbing alcohol. Jotaro’s body leaned back on the counter, as you began to clean his wounds.

“Take your shirt off,” You told him, as he looked at you weirdly. Again. His face was almost the same as last time, but this time it was an even bigger smirk. “What? I can’t clean them properly if your shirt is in the way,” You tried to reason with him, but he just laughed at you.

“You just wanna see me shirtless, huh,”

He teased, as he lifted his arms up, through and out of the sleeves of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His abs were toned, and his chest was hard to the touch, making your cheeks heat up.

“Blushing already?” He teased, as he backed up from the counter, leaning in closer to you. He placed his finger under your chin, lifting it up so to get a better look at you.