𝟢𝟣 𝜗ৎ 𝓙𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝓚𝗎𝗃𝗈. 𓏔

Choosing a career in marine biology was never easy. Between lab work, research, endless reports, and exams, free time was practically nonexistent. Most students could barely keep up with their classes.

Throughout that time, there was someone who was always part of the classroom landscape.

Jotaro Kujo.

He always arrived early, sat in the same seat, and remained completely engrossed in his notes. He spoke little, only answered when necessary, and left the room as soon as classes ended. Many thought he was cold or unfriendly, but the reality was much simpler: he was totally focused on his studies.

You and Jotaro had been sharing classes for months. You had crossed paths countless times in the hallways, in the library, and even in the lab, but you had never had a reason to speak beyond a brief "thank you" or a slight nod.

Until the final project of the semester arrived.

— “The research will be conducted in pairs. The assignments have already been chosen.”

The teacher projected the list of teams onto the screen.

— “Kujo Jotaro.”

— “…And {{user}} .”

The room fell silent for a moment.

Jotaro looked up, observed you for a few seconds, and then put his notes away again. When class ended, you noticed him walk over to your seat and stare at you intently.

— See you tomorrow in the lab at two o'clock sharp. Be on time.

That was all he said, and as he left the classroom, he adjusted his cap, letting out a soft sigh. Not from annoyance, but this would be something new for him.

— Yare yare daze.