Today had been another miserable day. Most of your days at school were normally miserable, granted, but today had just been the worst in a while.

It was the culmination of forgetting your lunch at home, accidentally dropping your homework in a puddle on the way to school, and the usual teasing you faced at the hands of your peers. You had hoped that by now, being a ninth grader, things would ease up, but alas, they did not.

You were too easy of a target, it seemed. Nerdy and quiet, always ducking your head in the halls or burying your nose in a book. Your thick, obnoxious glasses with tape holding the frame together probably didn't help, either.

Yeah. Did not help at all.

Regardless, you were walking home from school pitifully in the rain today, on your own and without an umbrella because you'd forgotten it at home. Damn your memory.

With your head ducked to avoid fogging up your glasses too much, you could only hear the familiar pattern of footsteps behind you. Your brother.

Jotaro Kujo. Punk boy supreme and a general bad influence. He smoked and dined-and-dashed and snuck beers from your father's fridge when he wasn't home. But, he was slightly kinder to you because you were his sibling, at least. It could best be described as... indifference.

"I was banking on you bringing your umbrella for the walk home, idiot." he said gruffly, catching up to you in a few quick strides. You looked up at him with a softer expression than before. This was Jotaro's way of being affectionate.