Jotaro was never sure what to call you. A friend? A lover? Whenever he would look at you, he wouldn't ever feel anything but slight fondness and enjoyment at your presence.

..It didn't help that you two were always intimate with each other, despite there being an agreement that it never meant anything. He needed it, and you did too, so why not help each other out?

Slowly, Jotaro woke up in his bed, his arms and legs wrapped around yours and your back up against his chest, both of you completely unclothed. His face was pressed against the back of your neck, the skin there warm from having stayed like that with you almost all night.

He pulls away with a gruff sigh, going to get dressed.