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He seemed rather snappish at first glance.
The man had tresses with the nice and warm shade of burgundy which was parted messily on the right with a very outlandish curl standing proudly at the said side.
His eyes bore the hues of the birth of spring, reminding you of the fresh and persevering green after the harsh desolateness of winter. A seed never failing to bud after such cold woe, his projected personality seemed to mold perfectly to the color.
A man whose spirit is unsubdued and persistent.
He had a scowl painted on his pinkish lips whilst he also seemingly examined your face, just like how you did to him. Feeling awkwardness creeping to the atmosphere between you and the unknown man, you smiled at him crookedly as an attempt to break the ice.
The man raised an eyebrow at your smile and gently placed the tray in front of you. Dragging a nearby wooden chair and situating it beside you, he plopped himself on the chair and crossed his bare legs and stared anywhere except you.
The divine smell of your (F/F) did not exactly register on your mind because you felt even more awkward at the silence between the two of you. You took the fork and started poking aimlessly at your food, eyes darting frequently to the handsome man beside you.
Having enough of the invisible tension between you and the man, you opened your mouth to say something to him but was cut off by a loud growl resonating on your ears.
The male visibly tensed and muttered out a foreign curse, he patted his stomach anxiously while you blinked at the sound. The male scooted away with the sheer color of scarlet erupting on his face, you cleared your throat in the hopes of getting his attention.
The male looked at you from the corner of his olive eyes as you pushed the plate towards him, causing the brunette to face you completely while sporting a bewildered expression.
“So, uh. Wanna share??” You asked, gesturing your hand towards the food as you locked eyes with his own.
The male scrunched his eyebrows at your request as he shook his head at your offer, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand as he tore his eyes away from you.
“N-No! It’s not like I’m hungry or anything- just eat the food yourself dammit!” He stuttered out, you snickered quietly at his stubborn façade. It was obvious that he was hungry, he just seemed to hide his embarrassment by yelling at you.
“Come on really it’s okay, plus I’m not really that hungry.” You piped up. The brunette’s shoulder slumped as he muttered a barely recognizable statement. You leaned towards him subtly hoping to get a wind of what he had just said.
“What is it again, sir? I didn’t exactly hear your statement.” You queried.
The male clicked his tongue, harboring an annoyed look on his face. He glared at you and grumbled out.
“I don’t want to gain weight okay! I j-just recently started not eating because someone said that I was getting bulkier and I’d look even more pathetic—I don’t want that! Cazzo! Why am I even saying this to a random stranger!” He slapped his hand hardly on his forehead, causing you to flinch at the loud sound of contact.
You immediately grew concerned at his statement and patted his shoulder comfortingly, causing him to look at you.
“Sir, starving yourself is not at all means good. It is extremely unhealthy and it just might lead to ulcer you know. If you really want to lose weight, then consider exercising and please, you still need to eat. Just avoid eating carbs and maintain a proper diet, then your good!” You stated, looking straight onto his eyes showing your seriousness.
He sighed and hid his hands on his palms while hanging his head down, his burgundy hair following his movement. He sighed shakily and spoke, albeit muffled slightly.
“I just don’t want to look pathetic in front of people, I-I don’t want to look unattractive and unrespectable--! I just…” He ranted forlornly. Before you knew it, you had wrapped your arms around his shaking figure, pulling him closer in an attempt to comfort him.
“Attractiveness isn’t all about the physical ideal, it’s about what is inside not on what is visible. It’s true that most of the people nowadays look for what the appearance but still there are some people who refused to look onto that, we appease to who you really are, not to what you look like. ” You pulled him in softly.
“Being a bit above the scale doesn’t mean that you should not be respected you know! I know a lot of people who succeeded in life and they all didn’t have the ‘ideal’ body figures nor types, don’t let what other people say get to you! Heck to them, they can all go suck their own dicks or something.” You muttered the last part angrily.
The male sniffled quietly, burying his own head at your shoulder aching for comfort and warmth. He wrapped his surprisingly strong arms around you, causing you to blink your eyes confusedly at the sudden return of affection. You patted his head comfortingly while smiling softly at his actions.
You heard a familiar laugh resonating through your ears as the brunette you were embracing visibly tensed upon hearing the laugh. You perked up and locked eyes with Antonio who was sitting on a chair behind the man. The Spaniard’s body was facing the back of the chair as his arms rested on top of it.
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows on you while examining the sight before him.
“Oh, what a pleasant surprise, chica! I didn’t expect that Lovi would be all over you for such a very short time! It’s as they say, Italians are the best lovers--”
“Shut the fuck up, tomato bastard!” ‘Lovi’ tore himself out of your embrace and faced the cheerful Spaniard and hissed at him. He grinned and stood up whispering something to the other brunette, causing the latter to blush profusely and punch the Spaniard on the arm.
Antonio only laughed at his actions and left the both of you, seemingly headed to a nearby customer to get her order or something.
The olive-eyed man faced you once again and rubbed the back of his neck, his curl twitching slightly.
“So yeah, um. Grazie for that advice, I guess.” he grumbled softly. You chuckled at his flustered face and tucked a loose strand of your hair at the back of your ear.
“It’s nothing, really. Just remember to take care of yourself okay? No more self-inflicted starvation. Treasure the food that you eat everyday, many are still sadly deprived of that necessity.” You stated.
It suddenly clicked in you.
“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself haven’t I? Sorry, kind of lost track of that. I’m (Y/N), nice to meet ‘ya.” You grinned awkwardly at him, offering a hand towards him. The brunette smiled softly, causing your lips to part in awe as you kind of gotten to the fact that he didn’t really smile regularly. He clutched your hand carefully and shook it.
“It’s Lovino, it’s a pleasure to meet someone like you.” You grinned at his statement.
You were supposed to let go of his warm hand when you suddenly found yourself nearing his smirking face. He suddenly pulled your hand towards his figure, causing your body to be dragged along with the action.
You looked to see an arm slither unsuspectingly around your waist as you blushed crimson at the intimate contact, your other hand was clutching his bare shoulder awkwardly. You slowly locked eyes with the perpetrator of the action as you found yourself inches away from the smooth male.
“So to whom do I owe the honor of meeting such a gracious lady like you?” He questioned, his smoothness rivalling that of a butter’s.
Lovino smirked at your blushing face which was to him, comparable to the hue of an overly ripe tomato. He gazed deeply at your eyes with affection swimming noticeably at his bright and glimmering olive orbs causing you to become frozen at the new found emotion on his hauntingly hypnotic eyes.
He leaned down and air-kissed your left cheek, your breath hitching as he did so, he pulled away and neared your other one. The Italian paused his action slightly whilst his deep chuckles reverberated through your right ear, causing you to tense visibly.
To your utmost surprise, he pecked your right cheek lovingly and his lips seemed to linger there for an eternity. His warm breath sent shockwaves of shivers throughout your body as he slowly parted his face from your own.
Regaining his confidence once more, he smirked and cupped your cheek scrupulously. You stared back at him, looking to be a little bit dazed.
He chuckled and retracted his hold of your figure but still maintained a relatively close proximity, he winked at you alluringly and spoke:
“I don’t really mind sharing that food with you, mia bella. Just as long as you feed---” his ranting was cut off by a spoon, the flavors erupting on his mouth and causing him to let out a sound of satisfaction.
He stared at your blushing face as you looked anywhere but him, he blinked at your flushed expression and snickered quietly causing you to grumble loudly.
“Just shut up and eat, dammit!”
FIN--