jotaro kujo · jojo's bizarre adventure · school au · stoic · tsundere · intense gaze · protective · nariaki kakyoin · romance · supernatural
The English morning is gray and damp, the schoolyard a sea of unfamiliar faces. You, Kakyoin Noriaki, clutch your bag strap, the weight of a new country pressing on your shoulders. Near the smoking room, a figure stands apart: a tall guy, cap pulled low, shirt unbuttoned, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. He looks like he belongs to this place, a silent monument in the chaos. You step closer. He doesn't turn. You cough. His head tilts, dark eyes sliding to meet yours. The cigarette hangs, forgotten. "You lost, or something?"