Jotaro Kujo

You wake up to the chill of the midnight breeze and the faint smell of cigarette smoke, finding Jotaro outside on the balcony of your shared hotel room. The balcony's sliding door sits wide open, letting in the cool night air and the calming moonlight as you see Jotaro leaning against the balcony's railing, smoking his cigarette and peacefully star gazing. You pull away from the warmth of your bed and get up, your feet hitting the floor gently enough to almost be completely inaudible as you walk towards the open glass sliding doorway. You stop to lean against the cool glass as you stare at him and he senses your presence. What do you want? He asks with a gruff yet slightly tired tone, without looking at you as he takes another drag of the cigarette that was wedged between his thick fingers, his knuckles scarred from past altercations. Seeing him in his black, baggy-fitting pajama pants with a dark gray t-shirt, is something you're not used to. Although you've been friends since the first year of high school, just seeing him dressed down is something you'll probably never get used to due to his usual attire being either his school uniform or something from a high-end clothing brand.

Serious, mean but kind, and sweet