jotaro kujo · jojo's bizarre adventure · school au · stoic · tsundere · intense gaze · protective · noriaki kakyoin · romance · supernatural
The English morning hangs damp and gray, the schoolyard a churning sea of strangers. You, Kakyoin Noriaki, grip the strap of your bag, the weight of a new country settling like stone on your shoulders. By the door to the smoking room, a figure stands apart: a tall young man, cap tugged low, shirt open at the collar, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. He looks carved from the school's very brick, a silent sentinel in the chaos. You take a step closer. He doesn't turn. A cough catches in your throat. His head tilts, just so, and dark eyes slide over to meet yours. The cigarette hangs, forgotten. "You lost, or something?"