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I'm going to say something profound yet controversial. I think Jotaro has a very complicated relationship with his family, especially his mother, but unfortunately Araki couldn't explore it very much.
When you see him in Part 3, he's constantly berating her, almost to try and get a reaction out of her, but she just doesn't. Holly strikes me as the type of woman who both embraces toxic positivity while also not wanting to have a serious conversation. And that's what Jotaro is probably trying to illicit when he calls her a bitch constantly. He wants her to get mad, he wants a reaction, but he's not getting anything other than coddling. And by god he's almost 18 at that point, how frustrating to be seen and talked to as a child constantly when you're trying to establish yourself as an individual.
As someone who had to deal with that a lot within my own family, I understand the sentiment. You don't feel listened to, so you try everything possible to try and get someone to connect, to interact, to try and see you. But sometimes you're stuck with the burden of being born to a family that simply doesn't understand you fundamentally. The vibes are off, as the kids say.
But the kicker, he doesn't hate her. Not really. He can play it off and try to act coy, but the minute she falls ill, he's telling her to rest up. He still cares about her, even though it's hard for him to show it. Iirc Araki made Holly as a dig at Japanese moms that let their sons get away with anything (similar to the boymom trend in the west) but I can't for the life of me find the source for that at the moment.
I think if Araki made a slice of life showing the intricacies of the Joestar family and its dynamics, I would find that incredibly compelling. Especially with the ones that got heavily glossed over. But that's just me.
(mild spoilers for Diamond is Unbreakable (JJBA P4))
I am like just finally processing the age of Joseph's kids... Like imagine being Holy in that situation!?
You are 57, your husband left you with your son, your son is currently 28 who is already married (maybe even divorced by this point) with a daughter.
All the sudden you and your family found out your dad cheated on his wife (with a woman who's demographic your father swore he hated because of your husband) and now you find out you have a 16 year old brother??
So your son goes to meet your newly found brother, along the way your father goes to meet him too. While meeting your brother, your dad finds a baby that can turn invisible and adopted her.
So now you've lived as a single child your whole life, suddenly after 57 years you find out you have a 16 year old brother and now a literal baby sister.
Like Holy is such a sweet person I don't think she'd be upset by any of this (other than her dad cheating) but can you imagine that?? Like your closest in age sibling is 41 years apart from you, the other is your entire life apart from you.
inagine being holy kujo being a 57 year old grandmother and then its revealed your elderly father has a 16 year old affair child and when he goes to visit that child for like a week he comes back with a newborn baby. holy has a sibling younger than her granddaughter
Suzi Q had never imagined Japan would become part of her story. She had traveled the world with Joseph Joestar, seen cities blur into memories and laughter, but Japan had always felt distant, until Holy fell in love. It happened so naturally, almost quietly, while studying abroad in New York. Years later came the wedding in Italy. Elegant, warm, filled with music and sunlight. And Suzi was there for every moment of it, fussing over dresses, guest lists, flowers, every small detail that made the day feel like something out of a dream. Then, in 1971, that dream deepened. She stood beside Holy and Sadao Kujo in the delivery room, watching as Jotaro entered the world—big, stubborn even as a newborn, but healthy. That was all that mattered. Dark hair, bright eyes, and a presence that already felt larger than life.
Those first weeks in Japan stayed with her forever. Tokyo’s bright streets, the quiet grace of Kyoto, deer wandering freely in Nara.It all felt surreal, like stepping into a world that moved differently, more deliberately. Jotaro slept in his carriage through most of it, unaware of the way his family orbited him with quiet awe. Suzi tried ramen and laughed at herself when sushi proved harder to love, her tastes stubbornly rooted in Italy. When it was finally time to leave, it broke her heart in a way she hadn’t expected. She pressed a small doll into baby Jotaro’s hands before departing; something simple, something from her own childhood, a piece of where she came from. A reminder that he belonged to more than one world.
Years passed, and Jotaro grew into a boy who carried both warmth and distance in equal measure. Summers in New York became tradition. Suzi cherished those visits. The way his eyes lit up at the Statue of Liberty, the way he watched everything with quiet curiosity, absorbing the world rather than reacting to it. She filled the apartment walls with polaroids, a timeline of his life in snapshots: chubby baby cheeks turning into sharp teenage features, smiles growing rarer but never meaningless. Even then, she understood. Jotaro wasn’t cold. He simply loved differently, more quietly, more fiercely.
But something changed. Holy’s voice on the phone carried a weight it never had before. Jotaro, once gentle, had hardened into something sharper, more distant. A delinquent, they called him, but Suzi didn’t believe in simple labels. She knew people didn’t change without reason. When Joseph left for Japan, she stayed behind, telling herself it was only temporary.
When the phone rang the next day, she already knew. Joseph’s voice confirmed he had arrived safely, that he was with Holy, and somewhere nearby, she could almost feel Jotaro’s presence. When Joseph said, “Hold on, someone wants to talk to you,” her heart skipped. There was no need to ask. “Grandma Suzi,” Jotaro said, his voice low, steady, carrying that same quiet respect he had always shown her. He didn’t say much, he never did but he stayed on the line longer than necessary, and that alone told her everything. Beneath the silence, he cared.
Then things changed again. Joseph’s stay extended. Days turned into more days. And when Suzi spoke to Holy, something was wrong. Her voice was weaker now, strained, as if even speaking took effort. “Just a cold,” Holy insisted, but Suzi knew better. The pauses stretched too long. And Suzi knew, this wasn’t a cold. It was something else. Something familiar in the worst way. It dragged her back to memories she had tried to bury. Of battles she never saw but felt the aftermath of, of names like Caesar Zeppeli and sacrifices that left scars long after the fighting ended. She didn’t wait any longer. She couldn’t.
Seeing Holy like that nearly broke her. Pale, exhausted, fading in a way no mother should ever witness. Suzi held her, whispering promises she needed to believe that Joseph would fix this, that Jotaro would not let her disappear. And she was right. Days later, Holy rose as if nothing had touched her, as if the storm had simply passed. Suzi didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need to. The Joestars had always lived in the space between the impossible and the inevitable. Faith was the only thing that carried them through.
But peace never lasted long for the Joestars. The betrayal came later, and it cut deeper than anything else. Joseph’s mistake, his hidden son, his failure as a husband. It shattered something in Suzi that no enemy ever could. She withdrew, grief consuming her in quiet, suffocating waves. And yet, it was Jotaro who came to her. Not with grand words, not with apologies he couldn’t give, but with presence. He knocked, waited, stayed. He made sure she ate, that she wasn’t alone, that she didn’t disappear into her own sorrow. He told her about Josuke Higashikata, about making things right, not because it would erase the pain, but because it was necessary. Because someone had to be responsible. In that moment, she saw it clearly: the boy she had watched grow had grown into someone far stronger than anyone gave him credit for.
Years passed, and life moved forward, even when it felt impossible. She watched him graduate, watched him stand there with his degree in marine biology, pride swelling in her chest as she snapped photo after photo despite his quiet annoyance. And yet, he never stopped her. He stood there, enduring it, even offering small, rare smiles just for her. Later, when he leaned down and pressed a photo into her hands. The starfish he had studied and based his thesis on. His voice barely above a whisper, “This is for you, Grandma,” it meant more than any grand gesture ever could. It was Jotaro’s way of saying he cared.
When he introduced his girlfriend, Suzi wasn’t surprised. She had known long before anyone else. He had trusted her with that secret, quietly asking her not to tell. And she hadn’t. So when he came to her one night, uncertain, admitting he wanted to marry her, Suzi felt that same warmth she had when Holy first found love. She guided him gently. How to choose a ring, how to ask, how to make it special. Watching him step into that part of his life felt like watching time come full circle.
The message came later. She said yes. Suzi nearly screamed with joy, startling Joseph completely as she rushed to show him the photo. The wedding was everything it needed to be. Beautiful, intimate, meaningful. Watching Jotaro stand there, steady and composed, exchanging vows by the ocean, Suzi couldn’t help but remember the boy he once was. The delinquent everyone feared. The quiet child who barely spoke. And now… a man, building a life of his own.
A year after the wedding, an envelope arrived at Suzi and Joseph Joestar’s apartment. It looked ordinary at first, nothing more than another piece of mail among many, but the moment she opened it and saw what was inside, her hands began to tremble. Copies of a sonogram. For a second, she simply stared, her breath catching in her throat as the realization settled in. Then, without wasting another moment, she hurried to her phone and dialed Jotaro Kujo’s number, her heart racing faster with each ring. “Congratulations, sweetie!” she exclaimed the moment he picked up, her voice already breaking with emotion, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. On the other end, Jotaro’s voice remained steady, but there was something softer beneath it. Something rare. He explained briefly, almost awkwardly, that they were planning a baby shower soon, that he would be sending her an email with the results, but that they wanted to keep the gender a surprise for everyone else. “We don’t know yet,” he added, careful with his words, though she could tell he was trying to sound composed.
The day of the baby shower arrived soon after, and it was everything Suzi had imagined and more. The room was decorated beautifully, soft pastel colors woven into every detail, ribbons tied carefully, small gifts stacked neatly on tables as friends and family gathered. There was laughter everywhere, overlapping conversations, the kind of warmth that only came from being surrounded by people who cared. Suzi moved through it all slowly but happily, taking everything in, her heart full in a way that made her chest ache. Jotaro stood off to the side as expected, quiet, reserved, his hands tucked into his pockets, observing more than participating. But Suzi noticed the way his gaze kept drifting back to his wife, the way his expression softened just slightly when he thought no one was paying attention.
When it was time for the reveal, the entire room seemed to still. The large balloon sat at the center, filled with confetti that would finally answer the question everyone had been waiting for. Suzi already knew, of course, but she kept that knowledge tucked away, letting the moment belong to them. Jotaro stepped forward beside his wife, taking the pin in his hand. For a brief second, he hesitated. Not out of uncertainty, but as if grounding himself, steadying something internal before the moment passed. Then, with a simple motion, he popped it. Pink confetti burst into the air.
Later, once the celebration had softened and guests began to drift into smaller conversations, Suzi made her way toward them. “So…” she said gently, her voice still warm with emotion, “what are you going to call her?” Jotaro and his wife exchanged a brief look, one of those silent conversations that didn’t need words. “We’re not sure yet,” she admitted with a small smile. “We have some ideas, but none of them feel right.” Suzi paused for a moment, thoughtful, her mind drifting through memories and feelings rather than logic. Then something settled in her chest, simple and clear. “Jolyne,” she said softly. Jotaro repeated it under his breath, almost testing it. “Jolyne…” There was a pause before he gave a small nod. “I think I like that.” And just like that, the name stayed, like it had always been meant to.
Unfortunately, time had begun to catch up with Suzi in ways she could no longer ignore. What started as small moments of fatigue slowly turned into something far more serious, until she found herself confined to her bed, her body too weak to carry her the way it once had. The illness weighed on her not just physically, but emotionally as well; there were days where the exhaustion settled deep into her bones, making even the simplest thoughts feel heavy. She hated it, in a quiet, stubborn way. Hated feeling useless, hated needing help, hated the stillness. But even then, she understood. Life moved forward, whether she was ready or not, and this... this was simply part of it. Still, acceptance didn’t make it hurt any less.
A soft knock came from the door, gentle enough not to startle her. “Mom? Someone’s here to see you,” Holy Kujo called softly. Since the news of her condition, Holy had returned to New York, staying by her side just as Suzi had once done for her all those years ago. The thought alone brought a faint, tired smile to her lips. “Come in,” Suzi replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but steady enough to be heard. The door opened slowly, and from where she lay, she could see them. Jotaro stepping inside, his presence as grounding as it had always been, his wife next to him. There was something different about him in that moment. Not the hardened exterior he showed the world, not the quiet distance he carried so naturally but something softer, something almost fragile in the way he moved closer to her bedside. His wife gently handed him a small bundle wrapped carefully in blankets, and Jotaro took it with a kind of care.
“Grandma Suzi,” he said, his voice low, quieter than usual, as if afraid to disturb the moment. “This is Jolyne.” He pulled the blankets back just enough to reveal her face, small and peaceful in sleep, before carefully placing the baby into Suzi’s waiting arms. Her hands trembled slightly as she held her, not from weakness alone, but from the weight of everything that moment carried. She looked down at her great-granddaughter, taking in every tiny detail; the softness of her features, the quiet rise and fall of her breathing, and for a second the world felt still.
“Oh, Jotaro…” she whispered, her voice breaking gently as tears slipped free despite her efforts to hold them back. She pulled the baby just a little closer, as if afraid the moment might slip away if she didn’t. “She’s beautiful.” And as she held Jolyne, something within Suzie finally loosened. The quiet certainty that nothing she loved would truly be lost, only carried forward, gently, from one heartbeat into the next.
Dividers by: @\sweetestpeacreates
Note: Apparently her name is Suzi Q and not Suzie Q
Trish: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!
Giorno: Um...Neat.
*later*
Giorno, lying face down on his bed and sobbing: I said "Neat," Papa. Who says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm stupid.
Jonathan, gently patting Giorno on the head: Don't beat yourself up too much, Giorno. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Erina confessed her love for me?
Giorno:
Giorno: Didn't you thank her?
Jonathan: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I thanked her.
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