Perfection (Yandere Jotaro x f!reader)

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A young girl sighed dreamily as she and others stared on the impossibly tall teenage male at the back of the class. While his distinguishable black hat hid his face, each onlooker had long memorized his sharp features.

Ocean eyes glared at the faces looking at him. Only did they dart to the front of the classroom as the teacher entered. The class had stood up, greeting their teacher with almost a monotonous 'good morning'.

"Good morning class, you may take a seat. I'm happy to announce our foreign exchange student has finally arrived. Please come in," the teacher spoke as a you stood infront of them. Your (h/c)(h/l) hair was partially pushed back, exposing one side of your miraculous (s/t) face. The other side was framed perfectly by the (h/c) strands. Your (e/c) eyes had a soft glisten to them, just like the calm expression on your face. You bowed and had turned to write your name on the chalk board.

All eyes were staring into the back of your neatly pressured sailor fuku. You turned around, having finished writing your name large enough for those in the back to see.

"Hello, my name is (y/n)(l/n). It is a pleasure to meet you all," you had drawn your hand up in an elegant manner to your chest upon speaking. As soon as you were done talking, you gave another bow.

"(L/n) will be joining us for homeroom and will be here for English. She has also extended the offer if any of you wish to practice your English with her, she will gladly help." The teacher finished, a nervous smile over coming their face as they scanned the faces of their students. It was then that they realized the only desk currently available at the moment, was in front of the school's delinquent. The boy who used to occupy the desk was on his own exchange in France.

Taking a deep breath, the teacher motioned to the open desk.

"Please (l/n) take a seat in the desk over there." (Y/n) nodded in response and made your way over to the back corner. One of the young girls who had been staring at the male who would be sitting behind (y/n), glared angrily at the new girl.

Why does she get to sit next to Jotaro!? She fumed. She stuck her foot out in the intention to trip and make a fool of the new girl, as her head said Jotaro wouldn't like such a clumsy girl. She blinked wildly as (Y/n) paused mid step, bending to pick up a pencil and offered it to the girl who was trying to trip you.

"Is this yours?" Your voice was so smooth, your eyes stared straight into the girl's. She blinked before pulling in her foot and muttering a thank you as she took the pencil back.

(Y/n) continued back to your seat. Upon seating yourself, the teacher began the lesson.

Eyes of all colors would occasionally dart to the new girl, as you sat tall and pristine.

Upon the end of the class, the teacher called for (Y/n) to follow them to where you would work on your other lessons.

Once the door shut, everyone began to whisper about the new student.

"She's so pretty."

"No way, she's ugly..."

"I think she's kinda fat."

"She looks like the girls from (country origin) magazines!"

"She's hot. I hear girls are real 'freaky' where she's from." The comment was from one of the guys who sat in a the middle of the circle of other boys. If Jotaro Kujo was the most popular boy with all the girls in school, Satoshi would be the second. He was handsome, but he was wildly inappropriate with the female population. His dating record could be a mile long, expanding to even girls at other schools.

Jotaro scowled as he heard the obscenities being exchanged between the other males of the class. His blood pumped, pulsing in his temples as he glared at the people around him.