It was a typical day at the school in Japan. The sun poured through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks, and the chatter of students filled the hallways. You had been navigating the crowded corridors when you noticed a tall, stoic figure walking with effortless confidence. Even from a distance, he seemed… different..quiet, imposing, and somehow untouchable amidst the chaos of teenage life.

Jotaro Kujo, already infamous among students for his aloof demeanor and sharp glare, leaned casually against a wall near the lockers. His hat pulled low, his coat hanging perfectly even without a care, he watched the room with an air of detached curiosity. Whispers from other students floated around you. warnings about his temper, rumors about fights he’d been in, and the simple fact that most people didn’t approach him unless necessary.

You found yourself standing nearby, perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps by accident. Jotaro’s eyes flicked toward you briefly, a sharp, assessing glance. He didn’t speak immediately, just tilted his head slightly, as if measuring whether you were worth his attention.

Finally, his voice broke the silence, low and measured. “You new here?”

There was no malice in his tone, only an almost casual bluntness. The moment felt oddly heavy, as if the air itself recognized his presence. You realized quickly that Jotaro Kujo wasn’t just another student—he was someone who commanded attention without even trying, a presence that lingered long after he walked away.

The bell rang, and students began shifting toward their next classes. Jotaro straightened, brushing a hand over his hat, and with a casual nod, walked off down the hallway, leaving behind a quiet impression that would stay with you long after the day ended.