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Your POV
You've been part of the Bucci gang for a very long time. Hell, you were the first one to hear about it since Bruno was the one who pitched the idea to you first to hear your opinion, and the second you said that he should make a team, he asked you to be a member. You obviously accepted. Ever since then, Bruno managed to rope in four other members, and recently, a fifth. You were a part of the team, but you rarely ever went on missions with them since your stand wasn't the best for combat. It really only worked for assassination missions since your stand had the ability to influence a person's emotions. So, since you barely went on missions, you mainly stayed at your guy's hideout and communicated with other capos and their gangs. This was one of those days. "Fuck, this sucks..." You said under your breath. You were up in your office, bored out of your mind. You were slumped in your desk chair as the light from the two monitors slightly illuminated your face, while the darkness of the room encased almost everything else. You were communicating with another gang for an upcoming trade mission. But let's be honest, you weren't paying attention to what they were saying. You just sat there, tuning out what the team's leader was saying. You had heard the instructions a million times, and you were sick of getting told them every time as you had some kind of memory problem or were just plain dumb.
"I just wanna see my boys..." You thought. Thankfully, you managed to hear them say goodbye and hang up the call, not bothering to hear your response. Like usual. You stood up from your chair and stretched your arms and back out, hearing a couple of cracks due to you practically being glued to that chair for the past three hours. You looked at yourself in the mirror, slightly struggling to make out your figure in the darkness of your room. You slowly slumped over to your dresser and threw on a pair of your only comfortable dress pants and a crop top. You knew that it wasn't the best outfit, but it was all you could bother with at the time. You slowly shuffled to the door of your office and turned the knob. You opened the door and almost immediately you were left blind at how bright it was outside of your room. You quickly looked behind you and at the clock on your wall. "It's only 1:30?!" You said aloud.
"Sì, and I was starting to wonder when you would exit your room." A voice answered with a chuckle. You turned around to see your dear Bruno, looking at you with the softest smile.
You nervously chuckled. "Yeah, sorry about that. I uh... Just had to sit through a long call." Bruno walked up to you, you didn't see it at first, but he was holding a paper bag in his hands. "Oh, what are you holding?" You asked him, pouting at the bag.
Bruno's eyes a tiny bit as his grip on the bag tightened. "I- Well-" He stumbled on his words. He never stumbled on his words, so you were a bit confused, but you chose not you question it. When in reality, Bruno was cursing at himself. Truth be told, Bruno always knew how difficult it was for you to have to put up with other gangs and teams. Especially since you were a girl. Not that he thinks that being a girl doesn't make you less suitable for the job- in fact, he thought you were perfect at it. It's just that he knew how sexist other gangs can be, thinking that you're dumber than them, or weaker. He always saw how stressed you were when you'd come out of your office, and he always saw how hard you were working. Bruno took a big sigh and tried to compose himself. "Well, I was walking back with the rest of the gang and we stopped at a small coffee shop to get a bite to eat... and I..." Bruno opened up the bag to reveal not only a gorgeous looking slice of strawberry cake, but also a croissant that was lightly drizzled with powdered sugar, and a cookie that had just the right amount of chewiness. "I thought I'd get you a little something..." He said, a bit quieter. Yeah, he sure thought about it. For twenty minutes. For twenty minutes he stressed over what to get you, worried that you wouldn't like anything that he would get you. He was getting so worried that it was even noticeable to the rest of the gang, and they had to help him calm down since he looked like he was going to have a panic attack.
"Wow..." You exhaled, ogling at the food Bruno had taken out.
Bruno's smile fell a bit. "Do you... do you not like these foods...?" He asked, worried that he messed up in front of you. "Or is this not enough? I can get more-"
"No-No!" You waved your hands in front of him. "Bruno, this is more than enough, I know how rich this cake is, so, thank you." You smiled at him. "Plus, this cookie looks so cute, I don't even think I could eat it, I would feel bad."
Bruno could feel the butterflies in his stomach go wild. It felt like his heart was absolutely roaring for the woman before him. He knew that he had feelings for you, but only about a couple of months ago did he finally realize how much you make him nervous, yet so incredibly happy.
"I-oh! Good... that's good!" He grinned, his cheeks warming up profusely at how happy you were. "I just want to make sure that you're doing well, and staying healthy." He said, trying not to make it obvious that he was blushing. Bruno passed you the bag of goodies and slightly looked at the floor to avoid making eye contact.
You pat his shoulder with a warm smile. "Thank you Bruno, and I know that you are, but I hope that you're making an effort to stay healthy too." You said and turned on your heel to go and greet the other gang members.
Bruno finally let a goofy smile plaster across his face as his hands tried to fan himself down due to his cheeks heating up too much. His back pressed up against the hallway's wall... God... He was just so happy that you were happy.
You walked down and greeted the other members. You sat down at the big circle table right next to Mista who was eating, and Abbracchio who was reading a book. You pulled the strawberry cake out of the paper bag, and out of the plastic casing it was in. You picked up a cake fork and began to slowly devour the cake. You kept seeing Abbracchio looking at you, which confused you profusely, especially since he rarely likes to ever pay attention to a person when he has a book in hand. To make things weirder, he kept quietly chuckling to himself too. You glanced at Mista, and it was clear by the way his face was, he was also trying not to laugh. But after a couple more seconds of this happening, you were getting annoyed. "Oi, Abbracchio, why do you keep looking at me?" You asked, your fork clinking on the plate.
He one again smiled to himself. "I'm just a little surprised that Bucciarati actually managed to give you the food." He said, looking back at his book.
That confused you. "What do you mean? Managed? Hasn't he always been able to manage to talk to us?" You asked.
Abbracchio looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Do you..." he began to ask a question, but quickly stopped to smirk at himself.
Mista also looked at you. "Do you seriously not know-" Before he could even get the rest of his sentence out, Giorno somehow snuck up behind him and slapped his hand over Mista's mouth.
You looked at the three boys very strangely. It was clear that they weren't going to tell you anything. So you decided to do an experiment. You're a smart girl. As much as you like to act like a dumbass, you're still one of the smartest ones on the team, so you wanted to test a theory. You didn't want to walk right up to Bruno and straight up ask him your question, that would be incredibly embarrassing. So you decided to just walk back to your office and plan it out from there.
You knew you wanted him to do something, but knowing Bruno, he would probably do exactly what you predict.
Bruno Bucciarati's POV
I walked down the stairs to where everyone was sitting, hoping that I would see (Y/n) there with everyone else.
"Hey Bucciarati, you just missed your girlfriend, She just left," Abbracchio smirked, sipping on his not-piss-tea.
My eyes lit up a bit. "Really? Where did she head off to?" I asked, a little too eagerly. Everyone looked at me with a smug smile. My face warmed up a bit and I composed myself to not do that again. "I mean... Where did she head off to?" I asked, a bit more professionally.
"I saw her go back in the direction of her office again, probably to go do more work," Narancia said, walking into the room with Fugo while eating a banana.
My face dropped a bit. "She... back... in her room?" I breathe out. "But I hardly even saw her."
Fugo walked up to Mista and hit the back of his head with a newspaper as if he was a dog. "Yeah, and it's all because of this dumbass."
"OUCH!" Mista yelled out. "What the hell did you put in the paper?!"
"A branch."
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
I crossed my arms. "STOP FIGHTING. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE CHILDREN." I yelled at them.
The room went quiet and everyone looked at me. "Sorry, mom." Narancia nervously smiled.
"Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go check up on Petra since it's clear that you all probably stressed her out again," I said harshly. I walked away from the group and began to walk up the stairs back up to her office. I was going to knock on the door to be respectful, but once my knuckle hit the door even once, it was pushed open by them. Petra didn't even close the door properly. "Hello? Y/n...?" I called in a hushed voice to not scare her. I didn't hear a call back so I opened the door a bit more and stuck my head in. There she was. Her head was laying on her desk. I thought she was just letting her head lay down for a moment, but as I got closer it was clear that she was actually just sleeping. "
Oh, dear..." I mumbled aloud. "You really shouldn't sleep on your desk, Mio Caro... You'll hurt your neck and back..." I said to her, even though I know she won't hear me. I walked over to her and just stared at her, contemplating my options. Either I could put her properly in bed, or I could put her pillow in her desk and cover her with a blanket. I decided to go with the first option since I really didn't want her to wake up with cramps. I slowly put my arms around her body, and slowly picked her up. I originally planned to pick her up bridal style, but she ended up shifting in her sleep, which actually made her body face me a bit more. Her right arm was holding onto my chest, which just made my face burn up. I slowly began to step out of her office and down the corridor to her room. I stood in front of her door. "Sticky Fingers," I called quietly since both of my hands were full, I needed him to open the door for me. Sticky Fingers tried to open the door but it was locked. For some odd reason, I was stumped on how to get in, but then I realized that I'm literally a moron. I made Sticky Fingers open up a zipper, and I stepped through, and I almost immediately stepped right out. Her room was an absolute mess. Clothes were everywhere, books, papers, jewelry, makeup was everywhere. Even boxes from when she first moved in here from months ago were still here. Yeah, safe to say that you immediately walked out. I was not going to try and parkour around all of that.
"Well, I guess you're taking my room. It's much cleaner." I mumbled under my voiced, slightly annoyed, but also slightly happy. I walked further down the corridor down to my room, I pushed my door open with my foot and walked in. I had Sticky Fingers move the blankets. I placed Petra on my bed and covered her with my soft blankets. My face warmed up. "It can't hurt anyone..." I mumbled to myself. I knelt right next to Y/n and kissed her cheek- and almost immediately backed off. It felt a little bit wrong that I kissed her while she was sleeping, sure, it was only her cheek, but it still didn't feel right. I sighed. "I just wish she even thought about me in that way..." I'm sure that she only thinks of me as a close friend... I don't even know why she would like me in that way...
I stayed on the floor next to Y/n, my back leaned up on the bed. It would be better if I just left the room for her to sleep, but something inside of me was screaming at me to stay. I looked up at her. Her hand was slightly dangling from the side of the bed, I once again didn't see the harm in trying, so I reached up a bit and held onto her hand.
"God... I love you so much..."
My hand was suddenly squeezed. "I know..." My eyes shot open as I slowly looked over to Y/n. She was softly smiling at me. "I love you too."