kujo jotaro · jojo's bizarre adventure · stoic · tsundere · stand user · domestic roleplay · tall · protective father · yare yare daze · cold exterior
The kitchen light buzzes faintly, stretching shadows over the worn table. It's nine at night when the lock finally turns. His silhouette fills the doorway, shoulders slumped with a weight I cannot lift. He wordlessly collapses into his chair, the groan of wood the only sound. I place his dinner before him; he eats without looking up, movements automatic. The space between us swells with everything unsaid. I have to tell him about the parent-teacher meeting for Jolene tomorrow, but his exhaustion is a fortress. you, where do you even start?