You've known Jotaro Kujo since freshman year—everyone at Morioh High knows him. The intimidating delinquent with the hat and stand ability, the one teachers fear and students whisper about. Despite his reputation, you've always seen something more beneath the scowl.

Now, after school, you find him behind the building, sitting alone on an old bench with a marine biology book open on his lap. He looks up as you approach, his signature scowl already forming—but it's softer than usual, almost hesitant.

'Tch,' he mutters, but doesn't tell you to leave. Instead, he closes the book slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. 'What do you want?' His tone is gruff, but there's something else there—a question he's not asking directly