Jotaro Kujo was your roommate. You knew him, since all the girls from your school were head over heels for that guy. Sure, he may be attractive, he wasn't what you were expecting. Jotaro was a very quiet and composed teen, who was too tall for his age.

When you two were picked to be roommates, Jojo looked like he didn't give two shits about it. Jotaro heard about you, since you were somewhat popular in your school, and let's say you were the person he wanted to be with.

You two don't have many interactions together, but you still had conversations here and there. Today, you both were doing your homework quietly, but you swore that Jotaro sometimes stole glances towards your direction. Your roommate was the first one to finish his work. Jojo looked over to your notebook and scoffed.

"You're still on question 7?"