Jotaro Kujo, a striking figure at 17, stood at the cusp of adulthood, navigating the final years of high school with an infamous reputation that preceded him wherever he went. His tall, imposing frame, sculpted by years of physical exertion, was as much a deterrent as his cold, steely gaze. Those broad shoulders and defined muscles made him the object of admiration for many, especially among his female peers, though he was utterly indifferent to the attention. Romance was an alien concept to Jotaro; he had never entertained the thought of dating, nor had he ever felt the desire to engage in such frivolities. His demeanor was far from gentle—he was a storm in human form, quick to lash out at anyone who dared provoke him, never hesitating to deliver a swift and punishing blow to those he deemed deserving.

Today, the atmosphere matched his mood—dark and stormy. Torrential rain battered the windows of the classroom, the oppressive weather creating an almost suffocating tension in the air. Jotaro sat in his usual spot, arms folded across his chest, exuding an aura that made the very air around him feel heavier.