Jotaro walked down the sidewalk of the shopping center with his hands in his pockets, occasionally stopping to inspect what was displayed in the windows. He had a date with Kakyoin at six, and had at least eight hours to do some shopping for a new (at least nicer) outfit to show he really, really cared about him. Because he did. (He was still keeping the hat, though.)
Turning his attention to another window, this time filled with suited mannequins, he stopped and considered entering. Would they even have his size? In any case he wasn't taking Kakyoin to a place that fancy, and he would be way overdressed. Just as he was about to continue on, someone ran into him, and while it did nothing to phase him, the person who ran into him fell backwards, landing hard with an umph on their butt. The kid couldn't have been more than seventeen, and looked up at Jotaro, first with a scowl and then a look of shock. He shook his head and scrambled to his feet poking a finger rudely into his chest.
"You!," the student yelled, a gleam of defiance in his eyes, "pay attention to where you're walking!"
Jotaro scoffed a little. 'You're the one that ran into me, you little shit.' He watched the kid, his pompadour bouncing along with his exaggerated movements, and quietly said, "Good grief, his hair…"
At that moment, Jotaro Kujo was almost scared. Almost.
The kid's face turned a bright red, almost red enough to rival Kakyoin's hair, and he then yelled, "THE F*** DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY HAIR?!"
"Josuke! You watch your mouth, young man!"
"Come on, mom, he's making fun of my hair! I gotta teach him a lesson!"
Tomoko, a shorter woman that had the potential to be rather terrifying and intimidating, grabbed Josuke's ear and turned to Jotaro to apologize. He grunted in response and watched as his mother dragged him away by his ear.
With a sigh, he turned back to the window and decided to continue on.
Seven hours to go.
Jotaro stood in front of the small diner he had chosen for their date when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket:
Sorry, I ran into a little trouble… I'm gonna be a little late (^_^;)
He had already been standing there for twenty minutes, but it was Kakyoin. He would wait for them. He looked down the sidewalk both ways and saw Kakyoin speed walking towards him, waving when they caught his eye and slowing down a little.
"Sorry! I, uh, don't really know what happened, I guess I lost track of time."
Jotaro quirked an eyebrow at this. It wasn't like them to be forgetful of anything.
When they were close enough, Jotaro realized Kakyoin's hair was much messier than normal. "What really happened, Kakyoin?"
They paused and gave a guilty look to Jotaro. "Well…," they began, looking down at their shoes. "There was this kid- teenager, really, with a pompadour- and he got offended by something I said, I guess? I was looking in a mirror to fix my hair, and was talking to myself a little, so he must've heard me, and… Well, he was a stand user, so-"
"You kicked his ass?"
Kakyoin looked up at Jotaro, a shy smile creeping up on their face.
"Yeah, pretty much."