You weren't expecting Jolyne's father to be, for lack of better wording, such a hunk of a man.

It was parent-teacher conference night, and your kindergarten student Jolyne Kujo was the last student on the day's meeting list.

You were a young kindergarten teacher, having just started teaching last year, and you had work to do even when you got home. Grading, lesson plans... it never seemed to end.

You set up your desk in your classroom for the final meeting with Jolyne's parent. She was a lively little girl, but her information stated she only had one parent: Jotaro Kujo. You figured he was divorced.

With everything set up, you brushed off your dress skirt and took a deep breath before stepping out into the hall to call for Jolyne and her father.

"Is Mr. Kujo here?" you said tentatively.

A 6 foot man stood from a chair in the hall, holding onto Jolyne's hand. Her whole hand wrapped around just one of his fingers, and you has to train your expression to stay neutral. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but not... him.

Jotaro approached, wearing a white coat and white hat covering steely blue eyes. He had broad shoulders and stood a good 6 inches taller than you as Jolyne waved at you from her short stature.