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Guido Mista has a theory
Guido Mista has a theory and he firmly belives in it. How can his theory be wrong, when the sun shines in his hair like that? How can he be wrong when his smile lights up even the darkest moments? No, Mista can't be wrong.
He runs his fingers trought the blond's hair, giggling a bit. What have you done to me? he thought. If this is what real love is, i'm happy to be feeling it with you.
It was a lazy morning, silence filled the room and nothing else. Giorno opened his blue eyes, letting them shine alongside the sun. A yawn, a smile, and suddenly Mista was feeling fifteen years old again, and in love, in love.
"Hey, sunshine"
"He-y" Giorno said, voice raspy because of the sleep. What have you done to me? Mista thought again, as Giorno ran his fingers through Mista's cheek. He was melting under his soft touch "What makes you so happy this morning?"
"Nothing special" he kissed the blond's forehead with a big 'smooch' sound, knowing that Giorno hated when he did that. The blond let out a giggle, punching him in his bare chest.
"Stop that!" but Mista doesn't. The silent room was now filled with kiss noises and Giorno's small laugh. The silence became life.
"You know what?" Mista said, laying on his back, with Giorno on top of him, his chin resting on his chest. His eyes gave him a look of pure curiosity "I think i'm in love"
"Oh, is that so?" Giorno smiled, just a little, trying to play the part "and who is the lucky one?"
"Ah, you won't belive it. He is gorgeous, he has these baby blue eyes, and pretty blond hair, and his smile is the most perfect thing in the wor-" his words dissapeared in Giorno's lips, and the world stopped for just a moment. If this is what happiness is, i don't want anything else.
"You're so sappy"
"But you love it"
"Yes i do"
Guido Mista has a theory he firmly belives in. Maybe Giorno is made of gold, after all.