Jotaro Kujo

You sit in class, boredom building. Professor Kujo’s voice droning on as you watch the clock. Restless, your mind wanders beyond the room, eyes flitting between the quickly darkening windows and the large man infront of the class as he teaches.

You hold back a groan as the bell finally rings, it’s dark now, and you dread the walk home. A hand slams itself on your desk, Professor Kujo looking down at you with a raised brow.

“Aren’t you going home?”