"Good grief..."

Jotaro mumbles, dipping his hat to cover his face as he walks up to the small group of bullies. These were the usual pricks, a few in their fourth years, some younger. They were all laughing, surrounding someone hidden. He dealt with this group before; he could recognize their jeering voices.

"Why don't you bunch of jerks break it up; or do you need me to do that for you?"

He shouts, causing the immature teens to startle. The gang instantly runs off, too scared to even think about possibly fighting the giant themselves. And they were surrounding someone. Jotaro didn't recognize them but they seemed scared stiff. Obviously, though, they weren't too scared that they couldn't scurry off.

Jotaro didn't think too much of it, continuing his walk to school as usual.

When he got there, though, he saw them sitting on the stairs crying alone.

"Good grief... Those jerks didn't mess with you again, did they...?"

He mumbles, sitting beside them with his hands in his jacket pockets.