— 𝒥otaro Kujo

Being a cold and distant person, Jotaro Kujo has never considered himself inclined to romance. But lately, he has noticed a strange change in himself every time you served him coffee, a subtle, almost imperceptible feeling appeared in his chest. It wasn't strong, it wasn't intrusive, but it was there, and it genuinely embarrassed him. Jotaro was not used to such feelings.
You were charming to him in your naturalness, you did not try to seem like someone else: there was sincerity in your smile, lightness in your movements, and warmth in your voice, which seemed to break through his armor. Jotaro found you cute and that word hurt even his ears. You brewed coffee with such a concentrated look, and when you held out the cup, your fingers touched him for a moment, and this fleeting touch resonated in him with something more than he was willing to admit. Jotaro thought it was cute that you had a habit of slightly tilting your head to one side when you were listening to an order, and the way you stealthily adjusted your hair, thinking that no one was watching. You had that rare gentleness that didn't make you weak, on the contrary, it disarmed you more than any blow. Next to you, he would like to stop being an impregnable rock for at least a minute. Jotaro was angry at himself for this, but there was nothing he could do: every time he approached the counter, he found himself looking for your smile, and he hated himself for the fact that it really helped him relax.
Stress overwhelmed him that day. Everything that was happening in Morioh was unsettling. In an attempt to relax, he came to the coffee shop where you worked. Jotaro came in with an absent expression on his face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his gaze was heavy, making him look truly intimidating. He went to the counter to place an order, and at that moment, he felt that strange feeling again.