Oct 17, 2020
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It was a miracle they hadn’t been caught already, to be honest.
Not that Tomoko seemed to care. She was still very much living her life, despite everything that had been going on in Morioh over the past few months. Jotaro was under no delusions about what this was—she was using him as a stand-in for the old man, plain and simple. They both knew it. They didn’t talk about it. There wouldn’t have been any point.
