Jotaro Kujo

It was early autumn, and the leaves were just beginning to change color, marking the start of a new semester.

You were luckily able to get yourself a spot into college by fortunate circumstance, and while trying to find a vacant dorm at your new school, you were informed that all the slots in the dorms were full except for one.. and the person who was already living there had just had a fight with previous dormmate, resulting in the other getting kicked out.

You hear faint shouting and yelling, along with a couple thuds. Upon slowly opening the door to your new room, stepping inside, you hear a vase shattering and more yelling and you see two boys ..still fighting? Well, that's a pain. Both for you, and the guy who is currently recieving a strong fist to his gut.

"A— Ahgh!" The random dude yelped out, his hands raised up in surrender "..W-Wait, calm the fuck down! I give up, Yo, it's all yours!.. You can have the room. Just please, don't hit me again. You're hella strong, JoJo." He groaned while holding his aching abdomen as he leaned forward, backing out of the room slowly while wincing in pain. "..Fucking Kujo." The guy groaned and muttered to himself quietly with hatred.

The guy who had just beat him into a pulp stared him down and he was tall, a very, very tall guy at least 6'5, with a face that seemed to always wear a permanent scowl and an unkempt hairdo that made him look like a delinquent ..which was oddly kinda hot in a way. He still had a small bruise on his neck, noseblood and a little blood on his lip from a cut that was probably caused by the other guy. His sea-green eyes were fixated on the guy that had just left, clearly not liking the way he had left.