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Mista woke up to a pounding headache. Well, not JUST a pounding headache, he also had an EXTREMELY dry mouth, as well as a scratchy throat. His entire brain felt like someone had taken it out, wrapped it in fuzzy cotton pads, and then placed it back inside his head. Mista hadn't felt this kind of shitty since the day after he and Narancia had gotten EXTREMELY crossfaded a couple years back, and he wasn't happy to be feeling this again.
There was a repetitive beeping noise that was getting annoying, the lights were also too damn bright, and his nostrils were being assaulted by the sterile smell of various cleaners, and… medical supplies?
Mista opened his eyes wider as he tried to survey the scene that he was seeing. A curtain was drawn around him and the bed he laid upon. Mista could feel the soft layer of cushioning on top of the hardness of the hospital bed upon which he laid on. He also became aware of the feeling of something (a catheter maybe), jammed under the skin on the top of his hand, and he turned his gaze towards his hand to see, confirming that it was indeed a catheter, which was hooked up to a bag from which IV fluid dripped into the thin connecting tube. Mista also became aware of the scratchy fabric of a hospital gown upon the front part of his body, although he could definitely feel his bare ass against the fabric of the bedsheets he was lying on top of. He noticed the clock on the wall read "4:44 PM". OF COURSE he'd be feeling this shitty at such a cursed time.
Mista turned his head to the side to get a better look at his surroundings.
His hat was put on the nightstand next to his hospital bed, placed next to a cup full of water, a vase full of six daffodils, as well as his phone, which was plugged in and currently charging.
Mista was barely paying attention to the items on the nightstand however, as his gaze immediately landed on who was sitting in a chair in front of his nightstand.
Sitting next to Mista's bed was a man with long golden hair that had been tied into a neat little braid that went down his back, with his bangs pinned into three equally and impeccably-shaped rings upon his forehead. His cheekbones were high and chiseled, and his lips were plump, and pink, and Mista immediately had the urge to want to kiss them to see if they felt as soft as they looked. His gorgeous blue eyes were framed with thick, long eyelashes, and his brows were immaculately-trimmed to perfection. He wore a pink shirt that had a heart-shaped window cut into it which showed off the cleavage of his shapely pecs PERFECTLY.
Oh God in Heaven above, this person was the MOST BEAUTIFUL person Mista had EVER seen in his life. Mista could already feel his heart thumping just from looking at him. He was already IMMEDIATELY smitten just by looking at him, and now Mista really wanted to say something to get his attention.
"Ghuuuuuuhhhh." Was the only thing Mista could seem to vocalize as he tried to gain some semblance of control over every part of his mouth, lungs, and voicebox that would be needed to be able to form the words he'd need to speak. Wow. Good going. Way to make a good first impression on this stranger.
The stranger looked up from his phone and then sat up straight as he put it away.
"Guido. You're awake " The stranger's face seemed blank as he affixed his gaze upon Mista, but his voice carried an unmistakable tone of relief in it as he said those words. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Uhhh…" Mista's brain was practically short-circuiting the longer he stared at this gorgeous stranger. "I think I'll be okay." He admitted, albeit a bit more groggily than he had wanted, but at least he could feel his coherence start to come back. "I mean, this feels like one hell of a hangover, but I'm sure it's NOTHING compared to what you're feeling right now."
The blond tilted his head in confusion as he regarded Mista. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You're the one who went through surgery." He said.
"I mean, it HAD to have hurt when you fell from Heaven, right?" Mista replied, finally shooting his shot. HONESTLY, he was surprised the setup to this question paid off.
"What?" The stranger asked, a look of bewilderment flashing through his eyes as his cheeks turned slightly pink.
"I think Heaven is missing an angel." Mista added, watching the stranger's expression as he did. "And if Heaven doesn't want to take you back, then can I take you home?"
Smooth, Mista. Smooth. He really hoped this gorgeous person would SWOON over his pickup lines. Mista frankly wouldn't know what he'd do if this angel didn't.
The stranger did no swooning, but a slightly-flustered expression crossed his features for a brief moment as his cheeks tinted pink before he closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Really, Guido." The stranger said firmly. "The first thing you do after waking up from surgery is FLIRT with me?" Mista already absolutely LOVED the way the stranger's soft, yet elegant voice said his name, as if it had a home upon the tip of his tongue.
"Well… YEAH!" Mista exclaimed as he tried to sit up, but he then fell back upon the pillows upon which he had been leaning on. "Holy shit, you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life!" He added. "I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'd be an IDIOT not to shoot my shot when I got an opportunity to be with the best-looking person on the planet."
The stranger paused and he tilted his head and regarded Mista. "Shoot your shot?" The stranger asked in confusion. "Guido, do you not know?"
"Wait, how do you know me?" Mista asked as he suddenly made a realization. "I don't think we've met before. Are you my nurse? Or… Are you my doctor?" He immediately started thinking of this beautiful stranger in a WAY sexier nurse's getup than what he saw the one who then at that moment walked into the room and started changing the bag of his IV drip, and the thought of this stranger in a sexy nurse costume was DEFINITELY starting to do some things to him below his currently-nonexistent belt. Mista clenched his leg in the hopes that it would kill his boner. The last thing he really needed was to have Mista Jr kill his chance with this hottie.
"Do you not remember me?" The beautiful stranger asked with a slight frown in his eyes. Oh wow, they're blue like the ocean, and Mista just wants to swim in them.
"Uhhhh, I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone as GORGEOUS as you!" Mista said, gazing in awe and adoration at the stranger. "Your tits are definitely somethin' unforgettable! And so is your face! And your voice! And well, your EVERYTHING!"
The stranger's face flushed the slightest bit pink before he took a deep breath and then sighed. "The doctor did tell me the anesthesia might cause temporary amnesia for a couple hours after the procedure." He muttered to himself before he finally fixed his piercing, beautifully blue-eyed gaze upon Mista. "I'm Giorno Giovanna-Mista." The stranger said. "I'm your husband."
Hold on… WHAT??? Did Mista hear this literal angel right???
"Wait… Husband???" The heart rate monitor started picking up speed with its beeps as Mista's anesthesia-clouded brain started piecing things together in disbelief. "We're MARRIED?!?!"
Giorno smirked, but his eyes glittered with the glint of laughter being held back. "We have been for two years." He said as he reached to grab Mista's hand and tightly intertwined their fingers together. "And we've been together for seven."
Mista now noticed that upon his finger, he had a ring as golden as Giorno's hair. Mista's ring also matched the one that was on Giorno's as well. Giorno's hand was small, slender, pale, and soft compared to Mista's bigger rougher one, and Mista already knew he did NOT want to let go.
"You're my husband?" Mista quietly asked in awe as he stared at the matching rings on their fingers and then back up at this gorgeous man who was holding his hand.
"Yes I am. And you are mine ." Giorno replied, his smirk more genuine, and his voice more proud and just the slightest bit possessive.
"Is this for real? You're not pulling some kind of prank on me?" Mista asked.
"Do you want this to be a prank?" Giorno asked.
"NO!" Mista exclaimed, suddenly finding the energy to FINALLY sit up and as he shook his head. "I want this to be real! I want it so bad!" He then affixed his best puppy dog-eyed stare upon Giorno.
Giorno almost pouted as he regarded Mista's expression. "You don't know how hard it is for me to ever say 'No' whenever you give me that look. Especially with how cute you are when you beg." He said. "Not like I would have said no to this." He added as he gave Mista's hand a squeeze.
Mista couldn't help but gaze at Giorno with adoration. He knew there were probably stars in his eyes as he looked at his husband (HUSBAND!).
It was then that Mista made a realization.
"Wait do we have sex?" Mista asked as he glanced at his ring and then back at Giorno, suddenly wanting this Adonis to confirm something that he hoped he'd say yes to. "Because if we don't, can we? Please?"
Giorno's eyes widened, before they crinkled as he FINALLY burst into laughter. The sound was probably the most beautiful sound Mista had ever heard in his LIFE. Right then and there, Mista immediately knew that there would be a LOT of things that he'd do to make Giorno laugh like that.
When Giorno stopped laughing, he fixed his gaze upon Mista with a look in his eyes that was just pure and utter adoration.
"Yes we do." Giorno said with a smile. Oh wow… Of course his smile would be SO BEAUTIFUL. "We have A LOT of it. And you're pretty good at it, I'd dare say."
"I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world..." Mista said in awe as Giorno just laughed before leaning in to kiss him in what Mista already knew would be one of the best kisses of his ENTIRE life.
Wow. Mista could not be more in love with his sexy, gorgeous, adorable husband.