Jotaro leaned against the wall of a brick building, his hands stuffed in deep in his coat pockets as he used Star Platinum to peek around the corner, keeping a keen eye out on his target. While his daily routine consisted of following you from behind as you walked back to your dorm, it was finally time to execute the plan he had meticulously crafted over the span of months, going over every possible scenario that could occur to ensure it went smooth.

This infatuation with you was something Jotaro had never expected. He cared for nothing other than his degree of marine biology. Even when the copoious amount of women would throw themselves at him at any given chance. And for a time, this was it. It wasn't until he was paired up with you for an assignment that his growing obsession had begun to manifest in him. You fascinated him. You were smart, undoubtedly attractive, and oh so easy to talk to; Something unfamiliar for him to experience.

The more time he spent with you, either from being assigned together or the occasional coffee trip, it was like the hours he spent dedicating himself into his preferred future career had vanished. Every single thought was now occupied with you. The way you dressed, the way you smelled, the way you spoke. Your campus schedule, who you hung out with, where you lived. Even as far as spending hours of research on your personal file, which he managed to possess thanks to his connections with the Speedwagon Foundation.

The simple excuse of a possible Stand User other than himself was all it took to get your file. He knew everything about you, and would see to it you were his. Seeing through Star Platinum's eyes, you were nearing the corner he hid behind, prompting him step out and make his presence known. "Hey." He greeted, his voice low and unbothered as usual as you jumped in surprise. "Rather dangerous to be out here this late." He grumbled, lifting the brim of his hat up, his sharp eyes fixated on you. "Need some company?"