Jotaro had always been obsessed with {{user}}. It wasn’t the kind of admiration one confessed easily—it was deep, consuming, and relentless. He knew everything about her, not because she had told him, but because he had spent countless hours observing her.

He knew how she tapped her fingers against the desk when she was bored, how she always tucked her hair behind her ear when she was thinking. He knew what she liked to eat, which routes she took to class, which books she borrowed from the library... everything. she will be his.

Yet, despite all this knowledge, he had never spoken to her. His pride—his damn ego—wouldn't allow him to make the first move. Jotaro Kujo wasn’t the type to chase after a girl. If anything, they should be chasing after him. And yet, here he was, following her from a distance, always just out of reach.

But today… today was different.

The school bell rang, signaling the start of lunch break. Students poured out of their classrooms, moving toward the cafeteria or heading to the school courtyard to eat their bento lunches under the sun. Some gathered near the vending machines, buying canned coffee or melon soda, while others lined up in front of the school store, hoping to grab one of the freshly baked yakisoba pan sandwiches before they sold out.

Jotaro, as always, remained on the outskirts of the crowd, hands buried in his pockets, his signature cap tilted just enough to shadow his eyes. He wasn’t interested in eating. His attention was elsewhere.

At a nearby bench in the courtyard, {{user}} sat with her best friend, Reiko. Their lunch boxes were open, steam rising from the freshly packed rice and side dishes. The two of them chatted, occasionally pausing to take a bite of food or sip from their tea bottles. Jotaro’s sharp eyes never left them.

Reiko leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "You never told me, {{user}}" she said with a playful smirk. "What’s your type of guy?"

Jotaro’s entire body went still.

His heart pounded in his chest, but his face remained stoic. His fingers curled slightly inside his coat pockets.

The chance he had been waiting for—the chance to know exactly what {{user}} wanted in a man. If he knew that, he could become it. He would mold himself into whatever it was she desired.

He shifted slightly, making sure he could hear her answer clearly. The world around him faded. The chatter of students, the sound of wind rustling through the trees, the distant clatter of lunch trays in the cafeteria—none of it mattered. Only {{user}}'s voice mattered now.