The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

Ch. 1: the Old Man

I didn't take the Corna Virus seriously until quarantine, but even then it wasn't weeks later that I really understood the gravity of the situation our society was under.
The kitchen and livingroom are both a step away from eachother, when I sat at the diner table to eat breakfast I unintentionally over heard the death of a man later identified as Diavolo from the TV, something about him being gunned down by police. Other than that I paid no attention.
Mom and dad had left for work before I woke up and kindly left a plate of eggs and a list of chores. My shoulders were sore just from reading the labor, I didn't feel like buying groceries or fixing the door handle to the bathroom or doing my homework. I finished my food and cleaned the dishes, one of the chores listed. Who am I to complain. I start the dish washer.

After I did the dishes I got dressed in sweat pants and a simple sweater that I didn't really care for to help from the chilly breeze. I stroll the the aisle of vegetables scanning for things on my list. I dread every step I take and almost put all my weight onto the shopping cart I push. Last night I worked on an essay of how I feel about police brutality for my English class. I wouldn't have been so stressed if I hadn't put it off for so long, but I didn't want to research or think about the death and pain of the innocent.

I rub my tired eyes, whitch surely have deep dark cycles when I bump into something with my cart. Although I didnt walk very fast I panicked and looked ahead of me to find that I didn't hit something but rather someone.
"I'm so sorry, I hadn't seen you there," I apologize.
The boy I ran into simply pushed my cart further away than I had pulled it when I paniked. He looked at me before looking for his own groceries, "don't worry about it." He sounded just as mean as he looked, not to mention his lingering accent almost made him meaner.
I grabbed the head of lettuce I was looking for and hurriedly put it into my basket when, "Jotaro!" A old familiar voice called behind me. The boy and I turned to look behind me when Mr. Joestar approached us. "Y/n?" Mr. Joestar said almost questioningly. The boy looked as confused as I was. Mr. Joestar is the Ethics teacher at my school, every now and then he'd hold detention and I was a... persistent visitor.
"Y/n! How've you been?" He puts a hearty hand on the boy's shoulder, "This is my grandson Jotaro!" This mean looking boy is Mr. Joestar's grandson?
I awkwardly chuckle, "I'm doing good Mr. Joestar," I desperately want to get away from the situation.
"My grandson is visiting from Japan," Mr. Joestar was always so annoyingly talkative.
I do my best to be intrested, "oh, that's fun, I should go Mr. Joestar, I'm sure my mom is looking for me-" I lie before he interrupts me.
"Okay okay, but you should really talk to me, here, have my number!"
"It's really alright Mr. Joestar-"
"No, no, no I insist," Mr. Joestar writes down his number before putting it in my hand, "just have it alright?"
I bite my upper lip to not cringe and my stomach churns in embarrassment, "thank you," I smile and leave.