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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
His eyes fluttered open at the sound of his alarm clock going off. Giorno let out a sigh, blindy reaching over the table to shut it off. It wasn’t meant to go off today, but he guessed he’d forgotten to deactivate it last night. He moved his hand over to the other side of the bed, patting at the empty space next to him. He glanced up with a small frown on his face.
“Mista?” Giorno asked the empty room, noticing the other was no longer in bed with him.
A yawn escaped his lips as he got up, sliding on an old button up shirt that was at least two sizes too big for him. He walked downstairs, letting himself be led to the kitchen by the sweet scent of pancakes and fruit.
Mista stood with his back to him, looking concentrated on what he was cooking. Giorno couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face at the sight of his boyfriend like that.
It had been a while since they’d last taken a break from their stressful mafia life. He’d half expected them to sleep in and laze around all day, but this was good too. Mista had always been so sweet to him.
Giorno approached Mista, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face on his upper back.
“Morning, babe,” Mista said as he poked at the pancake on the pan. He turned to face Giorno with a small smile playing on his lips. “How’d you sleep?” His arms snaked their way around Giorno’s slender frame and he kissed the top of his head.
“I slept well, why are you up so early?” he asked, looking up at him.
Mista shrugged, the sheepish smile still on his lips. “I kinda wanted to surprise you with breakfast, in all honesty. But I should have known you’d wake up.”
“You did surprise me, though, thank you,” Giorno said, getting up on his tiptoes to press their lips together.
Mista nearly melted right then, kissing him back eagerly. Giorno chuckled against his lips, purposely slowing down his movements, which earned him a frustrated groan from the other.
They pulled away shortly after. Mista moved his hand behind him, turning off the stove to avoid burning the pancakes he was making.
Giorno walked over to their table and sat facing his lover. He watched as Mista plated the food he had prepared for them. Once he deemed everything worthy, he walked back with two plates in hand.
“Here. I made your favorite coconut pancakes. I also cut up some fruit and picked up some yogurt and granola. I could make some vegan bacon too, if you’d like,” Mista rambled on as he placed a plate in front of Giorno and sat in front of him.
Giorno felt his heart flutter in his chest as his boyfriend spoke, a smile plastered on his face. He placed his hand on top of Mista’s, gaze locked onto him.. “I love you, Mista. Thank you for all this.”
Mista’s cheeks reddened slightly and he looked up at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t often that they’d say those three words combined. “I love you, Giorno. Now… eat up, yeah? I really hope you like it.”
“I always love your cooking,” he said, picking up his fork and plopping a strawberry in his mouth. “You’re very good at it. Almost as good as your shooting.” He chuckled before taking a bite of the pancakes. They were absolutely delicious, perhaps even better than the last time he’d had them.
“That may be taking it too far, but I’m glad you like it. Because you’re kinda stuck with me for a while. It’d be hellish if you didn’t like my cooking, seeing as you’re… not an excellent cook yourself.”
Giorno looked up at him, amused. “Oh? I'm stuck with you? How so?”
Mista shrugged, his expression suddenly much too serious. “Oh, you know. The only acceptable points of breakup are those years with the number four on them. And it’s 2005… so you’re stuck with me for at least nine more years.”
A laugh escaped his lips recalling how chaotic the previous year had been for them. Mista had nearly died while trying not to die because of the ‘cursed’ year… more than once. He’d also thought every disagreement they had would lead to an argument that would, in turn, lead to their untimely breakup. Needless to say, it was stressful. “I guess I am stuck with you then. Not that I particularly mind, though.”
“Oh really?”
“You’re a gift to all of us, Mista,” he said, taking another bite of his pancakes. He plucked a strawberry and hovered it in front of Mista’s lips. His cheeks were red once again, how adorable. “You’re handsome, witty, smart and work well under pressure. You bring out the best in people, in me. I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for you, darling.”
Mista took a bite out of the strawberry, glancing down at his own plate with a goofy smile on his face. “That’s not fair, Giorno. You can’t say all those things all at once.”
Giorno chuckled again and shrugged. “I’m just being honest with you.”
“Well… I mean. I think you shine brighter than the sun and your voice is euphonious, one of the sweetest sounding things on this planet. Not to mention, you’re absolutely drop dead gorgeous and the most brilliant person I’ve met… but I don’t go around saying it all at once.”
Now it was Giorno’s turn to blush. “You just did.”
Mista looked at him and smirked, trying hard not to laugh. “I’m just being honest.” Giorno rolled his eyes, trying to will the blush away from his face to no avail. “But… really, you’re so pretty, Gio.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, you are,” Mista said, bringing Giorno’s dainty hand up to his lips and pressing a ridiculously soft kiss to it. “So very pretty.”