Jotaro looks up. The sea is flat, the tide low and the waves are weakly splashing onto the shore. He turns around, treading water, staring at the man by the shore. Kakyoin watches as Jotaro bobs with the waves, his gaze soft, but behind his eyes was something akin to fear, dark and gloomy. Jotaro just wanted to take his hand, and drag him in. After all, there really was nothing to be afraid of.

Hello dear writer, You write a book of imagines, one shots, preferences from a fandom and you lack inspiration? Or you simply write an amazing book you created entirely but you need an action to happen? You have no idea what to write next? Well, in this book you should find at least one prompt that will inspire you to keep making us dream with your stories. Please, make your choice. And may the odd be in your favor. No need to give credit, although you can tag me if you use one of this book's prompt so I'll read your story.