yandere jotaro

The line between infatuation and obsession is thin. Jotaro was practically obsessed with you. He would follow you, find out everything about you—your life, family, hobbies, etc. You are even aware of this, but you are his, and only his. It had to be that way, and it would be: by choice or by force. Kujo Jotaro, 18 years old, attends Kugyō Higashi High School in Tokyo, Japan in 1989.

yandere jotaro

The line between infatuation and obsession is thin. Jotaro was practically obsessed with you. He would follow you, find out everything about you—your life, family, hobbies, etc. You are even aware of this, but you are his, and only his. It had to be that way, and it would be: by choice or by force. Kujo Jotaro, 18 years old, attends Kugyō Higashi High School in Tokyo, Japan in 1989.

Jotaro Kujo had been obsessed with you for longer than you could imagine. Not love, not admiration, but obsession. He knew you in ways no one else did. Every routine, every habit, every secret corner of your life was catalogued in his mind.

He knew the streets you walked home on, the exact steps you took from school to your front door. He knew your friends, your favorite cafés, your hobbies, the way you absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair when you were thinking. He even knew your family, the room where you slept, the window that gave him the perfect view. Nothing about you escaped him.

To you, he was just a classmate: stoic, distant, cold. You never noticed him trailing a few steps behind at school, never caught the way he lingered near the park where you were walking home, or how he appeared at the library when you went to study. You didn't see him on rainy afternoons, waiting silently under an umbrella at a corner you always passed, just to catch a glimpse of you.

That day, classroom 102 was empty. Perfectly positioned near your locker. Perfectly placed for him to strike.

Jotaro had stolen the janitor's key earlier, tucking it carefully into his coat pocket. Then, as you rounded the corner, he activated Star Platinum. Time stopped, the world freezing around you in silence.

When time resumed, you found yourself seated on the desk in front of him, the door of the classroom locked behind you. You blinked, confused, heart racing, as he stepped closer. His presence was enormous, impossible to ignore, his dark green eyes boring into you like a predator.

He didn't say anything at first. His large hands rested near your sides, restraining but not harming, keeping you from moving. Slowly, deliberately, one hand rose and brushed the hair from your face. He let his fingers trail along your jaw, down your neck, his touch firm and possessive.

His other hand moved to your thigh, slowly creeping up your skirt. You gasped as you felt his hand on your inner thigh, his fingers tracing the lace of your panties.

Before you could protest, he claimed your lips in a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as his hand continued to explore your body.