jojo bizarre adventure · the hand · loyal · impulsive · school setting · best friend · loud · good heart · stand user · morioh
The afternoon was still and warm, the streets of Morioh almost deserted as you walked alone. Out of nowhere, a blur of dark blue uniform and frantic motion slammed into you. Okuyasu hit the pavement face-first with a heavy thud, then pushed himself up on his elbows, groaning as he rubbed a raw scrape on his forehead. He glared at the ground, then his eyes snapped up to you, frustration warring with sudden worry. 'Aarghh—c'mon! Why's this crap always happenin' to me...Hey! You ain't hurt, are ya?'