Dollars to Yen, Strawberries to Cigarettes (Jotaro Kujo x Reader)

Chapter Five: My First Day of Japanese High School; Part 2

I finally make my way up to my locker, and try to ignore the chaos behind me. These girls are actually acting as if their biggest idol is standing in front of them. At this point I really wonder what this guy looks like. He can't be that special. Girls just want what they can't have. I decide to not involve myself with such, as I am new and don't want to draw any much bad attention to myself. 

As I put my stuff away and get my books out to but in a little sling, I feel eyes on the back of my head. Are those girls looking at me? Why? Is my underwear showing? Is my skirt on backwards? Are other people staring at me? This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I start to fight myself on glancing over my shoulder, but inevitably turn around do to curiosity. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid.." I whisper to myself as I look behind me.

 I immediately notice a pair of bright turquoise blue eyes staring at me. I know this one has to be him. "Jojo".  Wow. Now I see it. Why is he, of all people, looking at me?

For that split second, I admire his face before he turns away quickly, looking disgusted. He has thick black eyebrows and a strongly defined and perfectly angled jaw. He's clean shaven, toned and muscly, and has a curl of hair that slipped out of his hat onto his forehead.I immediately recognize him as the delinquent from the market because of his hat and personalized uniform. My heart beats a little faster. I only saw him for a moment, but--

--he is really my type / he's not my type but super attractive / something about him is off-putting and intimidating.--

I quickly turn around because I find myself staring for a couple of seconds. Returning my attention to getting to class, I feel some of the girls' glares burning the back of my head.

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Finally sitting in my first class, which is (class of your choice, maybe one for multiple class levels if you're younger than Jotaro, who is a senior/third year), I claim a seat right in front of the back corner, since I really don't want to be surrounded by too many people, and it's just uncomfortable being a new student and the center of attention.

 I'm a little early, so I set up my books, cute dolphin pens and my pencils with starfish erasers atop, my (your choice print/color) diary, and (supplies you need for this class, for example a laptop decorated with stickers or a cute ruler). I rest my head in my hands with my elbows on the desk, and quietly watch the classroom clock tick.

--(Author's Choice)