Fifty Days and Seventeen Years.

Fuck school. Fuck home. Fuck this. Jotaro hated every aspect of his life as it currently was. Only, he didn't have much of a choice but to live it. He had to make up the time he had missed in his classes somehow, and there was fifty missing days to make up for. Which he didn't think was a lot, but evidently was. Because since he'd been gone things had changed. For one, he's taller than he was. And he's seventeen now, he's got stronger arms, a stronger sense of apathy.And everyone has forgotten about him. Jotaro has a capacity for anger, Kakyoin has anger reserved only for him. Usually, he isn't taken up on the invitation for a fight, but as he noted, things have changed. And there's a rude-ass ginger sat next to him, in his classes and usurping his friends. Jotaro hates being seventeen, and he hates how now he can't help but notice, even the most annoying people have really fucking pretty eyes.