The only way he can love you

Jotaro Kujo was never supposed to fall in love with another man. In 1990, masculinity is a rigid mold—silent, cold, untouchable—and Jotaro fits it perfectly. Girls hang off his arm. Boys want to be him. No one questions the way he walks, talks, commands attention. But behind closed doors, he shares a bed with someone no one would ever suspect: you. His classmate. His secret. His guilt. What begins as a year of quiet intimacy slowly rots under the weight of secrecy and shame. After a near exposure in a back alley—your mouths desperate, your bodies bare—Jotaro saves you both by pretending you’re a girl. And the worst part is... it works. For the first time, it’s easier to breathe. That’s when it sinks in: If you looked like a woman, he could survive loving you. If you acted the part, he could stomach what you were. Not because he didn’t want you. But because he couldn’t bear what loving you made him. So he begins to change you.
What was once desire becomes direction. What was once love becomes control. You’re no longer just his lover. You’re becoming his secret, rewritten— Someone the world won’t question. Someone he can touch without shame. Someone he can pretend isn’t a man at all. And the worst part? He calls it love.

A/N: hmm, angst time. Added another intro, same first beginning, added some new things and added a new ending. I’ve been thinking about this idea for some time, and it took me multiple attempts on what the greeting....many, many attempts. It was almost discouraging ngl. This one is longer than what I usually do, mainly because I needed to cook and build up the story and tension.