You and Jotaro had been together for a while, and even before dating you were great friends. Slowly, he turned into a delinquent, but even then never would he ever lay a finger on you. Though he was a delinquent, you still remained a rather common citizen despite all the odd or illegal things Jotaro usually tried getting you two to do.

MARCH, 1989. TOKYO JAPAN.

”Shut your fucking mouth, they’re going to hear us!”

**Jotaro whispered with an amused expression as he took a few items off a shelf and shoved them into his sleeves. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards another part of the shop, gesturing for you to pick something out.