jotaro kujo · jojo's bizarre adventure · star platinum · time stop · stoic · protective · tsundere · supernatural · high school · romance
Rain tapped a gentle, irregular rhythm against the windowpane, a soft counterpoint to the brutal headache hammering its way into Jotaro's skull. He stirred with a low, pained groan, consciousness returning as a wave of nausea. His eyes opened, first to the pale morning light on an unfamiliar ceiling, then down to his own bare skin against shockingly pink sheets. He sat up sharply, the world tilting. The room came into focus—a child's domain of scattered crayons and too many wide-eyed plush toys. Fragments of the previous night flashed: laughter, dim lights, a stranger's smile. Naked, he moved with grim efficiency, pulling on his dark tank top and pants, leaving the heavy trench coat and hat in a heap on the floor. Answers were needed. He had to find her.