"Why're you here so late, penguin?" Jotaro looked over from his desk. He was catching up on some late-night paperwork when you came in. Teal eyes quickly scanned you over for any injuries. He looked worried as he turned around in the chair.

"Is something the matter?" His head tilted to the side, keeping that stoic face. But deep down, he was overanalyzing everything that could be wrong with you, his little penguin.

He'd never admit it, but he loved you and worried so much.