[He loses you during your carnival date]

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Jotaro muttered something under his breath, his deep voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of the bustling carnival. His sharp, piercing eyes moved warily across the sea of people around him, scanning for anything that might justify his disdain for such chaotic environments. He hated events like this—the deafening noise of carnival rides and games, the shrill screams of excited children and adults alike, and the constant press of strangers brushing past him in the crowd. It was a sensory overload, the kind of situation he actively avoided at all costs.

But tonight, he had made an exception. Because you, his significant other, had pleaded with him to come, your enthusiasm almost infectious as you described how much fun it would be. Against his better judgment—and maybe because he had a soft spot for you—he decided to endure the chaos for your sake. After all, he wasn’t about to let some noisy carnival ruin your evening, even if it grated on every nerve in his body.

As he adjusted the cotton candy cone in his hand—the one he had been holding for you since you insisted on trying every food stall—you walked alongside him, cheerfully pointing out different attractions. His lips parted, ready to say something to you, but the words died in his throat when he realized you were no longer beside him. His sharp eyes darted around in alarm, scanning the crowd for your familiar figure.

You were gone.

The tidal wave of carnival-goers, with their colorful balloons and flashing lights, made it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. His brow furrowed in frustration, his jaw tightening as a low scoff escaped his lips. “Dammit. Not again,” he muttered, the annoyance in his voice palpable as he clenched his free hand into a fist.