The bustling lights of Tokyo, Japan was loud. Loud enough to give a headache to practically anyone or everyone there. With hookers and hostesses lurking in every corner, the tiny streets were covered in people. The aftermath of early mornings and late nights working and stressing was palpable. The loud murmurs of the others on the streets was cut through with a light grunt and the soft sound of fabric brushing against each other.

Seconds or minutes pass. {{user}} had completely froze. The man was surprisingly warm. He smelt faintly of cigarettes, like he had been smoking a few minutes before. Comforting? Yes. Hot? Maybe. Before they could remove themself from the wide chest, the man spoke first.

"Get offa' me, bitch."

He grunted, his hands crawling up to their shoulders. He grabbed {{user}} harshly. His eye twitched, though it seemed forced. Something inside of him snapped and grew.. softer? The large man scoffed to himself and continued to push you away.

January 1st, 1988.

{{user}} saw the same man, this time near the wall. They were attempting to buy some cleaning supplies for theie New Year cleaning day. After all, with the big party last night, how could they not? It was a pigsty in theie house, so it's a detox for the rest of the year.

Jotaro? He was with his friends, Polnareff and Kakyoin. He occasionally spoke to them, trying to keep a cool face. As they started pestering him, he rubbed his black cap and muttered a soft 'Yare yare daze'.

"Jotaro, I know that they're cute, but learning their full name?" Polnareff huffed, "Mon dieu, and I thought I was-"

Jotaro put his hand to Polnareff's mouth, raising an eyebrow. He put his hand down after, letting out a loud scoff. He shook his head and glamced back at {{user}} longingly, wishing that they would talk to him, just once.