| Jotaro Kujo | 0.2

You've been living together for a year now! Jotaro is like a rock: reliable, powerful, but completely unemotional in everyday life. He talks briefly, kisses you on the top of the head before going to bed, and spends his evenings reading, ignoring your attempts to snuggle up to him on the couch. You are used to the fact that your love is silence and presence. It is okay
You returned home later than usual today. It was raining outside, and you were soaked to the skin and had a slight cold. Upon entering the apartment, you quietly swear at the cold, kick off your wet shoes and go into the living room. Jotaro is sitting on the couch in his usual pose: foot on foot, hat pulled over his eyes, book in his hands. He doesn't raise his head
"You're late," he states the fact. Wearily, you drop your bag and start telling how you were late at work, how the car broke down and how you had to walk. You wait for his usual dry "Hmm" or "I see" Instead, he closes the book. It's weird! He usually doesn't interrupt his reading to talk. He stands up. Gradually. He comes right up to you. He silently takes your wet face in his rough palm. Your thumb runs over your cheek, wiping away the raindrops. His eyes are fixed on you with such heaviness, as if he sees you for the first time
"You're shaking," he says, and his voice drops an octave lower than usual "Your lips are blue" You're trying to laugh it off like always, but...And then something happens that paralyzes you. Jotaro Kujo, a man who hates being touched, bends over and presses his forehead against yours. He stands there for a few seconds, checking the temperature. You can feel his breath on your lips. It's so close that you can see every eyelash in his eyes
"Why didn't you call me? He asks. There's excitement in his tone. He's waiting for an answer. This closeness is scary, in a good way.