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Fugo tapped his foot while he waited for Bruno to finish getting ready. Bruno felt a little bad, Fugo was the one invited to Mista’s housewarming party, not him. Even though Mista said he could come, he should have been ready on time. They’d only met a few times, so Bruno really appreciated the invitation.
His hair was taking him longer to perfect today than usual. The humidity was sitting at one hundred percent while it poured down rain which gave his hair a mind of its own. There was some nagging feeling that Bruno needed to be perfect for today. He couldn’t place why, but the feeling was too strong to ignore.
It was quite the battle, one that he wasn’t sure he was going to win, but Bruno finally subdued his hair into his usual bob. With a quick turnaround in the mirror, he felt ready to go and met Fugo in the living room.
“About time,” Fugo huffed. He hated being late to anything.
Bruno suddenly felt undressed standing next to Fugo. He looked like he was attending a business party, not just going to a friend’s house. Bruno had to fight back to urge to ask for another ten minutes to go change.
“Sorry, my hair didn’t want to cooperate,” Bruno said sheepishly. He left out the strange gut feeling knowing that Fugo would have just rolled his eyes. “Do you have the food?”
Fugo nodded. “It’s already loaded in the car.”
“Good, then let’s go.”
Mista’s apartment wasn’t too far away from his and Fugo’s, but it gave Fugo just enough time to fill Bruno in on how Mista suddenly was able to escape his parent’s place. Apparently, Mista had met a cool, new guy that had been looking into moving closer to his job and they hit it off really quickly. Mista was also happier to be living closer to university so that he didn’t use as much money on rides there.
Fugo had seen Mista’s new roommate once, but it was on his way out to work. Not only had Mista failed to provide a name for this mysterious man, but he’d asked Fugo if he was as into the new roommate as Mista was. He’d said that his roommate was some hot goth. Fugo said no, very blatantly.
Something about this story caught Bruno’s attention more than usual. He was excited to see what this new roommate looked like. It gave him the same funny feeling from earlier.
Though he was waiting to find his soulmate, Bruno still liked to do some window shopping.
After parking, Bruno carried most of the food up to Mista’s apartment. He followed behind Fugo who remembered exactly where to go from his previous visit. The building wasn’t anything special, dingy lights and shabby carpets, but there was way worse to live in.
Fugo led them to the fifth floor and the fifth apartment: Mista had a deep hatred—or fear—of the number four. Fugo knocked and Mista was already opening the door and taking the food from Bruno.
“Oh sweet, look at all this food. I’ll be eating for days!” Mista happily carried the food to the dining table and set it out. “It smells so good! Thanks, you guys.”
“You are welcome,” Fugo said, acting like he’d made it all. He looked around, judging the room before sitting in a well-loved chair.
Bruno laughed gently as he watched Fugo pick apart the room with his eyes. It clearly wasn’t quite up to his standards. “Sorry we were late; I was having a bad hair day.”
Mista chuckled. “You and my roommate both. He went out during a break in the storm and then got caught in the downpour on his way back. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sulked the rest of the afternoon in his room, he can be a bit…uh, grumpy.”
“So, you’re saying he’ll get along well with Fugo?”
“Hey!” Fugo glared from his seat.
“Yeah!” Mista cackled.
Bruno did his best to hide the small disappointment that surfaced when Mista said his new roommate might not come out of his room. It nagged at him, but he tried to ignore it. He would be grumpy too if he was caught in a downpour.
A knock on the door brought them back to the living. Mista didn’t have a chance to open it before Narancia walked with an armful of drinks. “Dude, help me! They’re slipping.”
“Narancia!” Mista rushed over and grabbed the drinks before they hit the floor. “You can do more than one trip.”
“Two trips are for the weak!” Narancia proclaimed. “It’s also raining and I don’t want to get my new kicks wet. Oh, hey Fugo—Bruno you’re here too!” Narancia’s eyes sparkled.
“Hello,” Bruno waved with a smile.
Mista sighed. “Whatever. Where’s Giorno, isn’t he with you?”
“He’s finding a place to park. All the street area was taken up. That’s why I had all the drinks.”
“I see.” Mista broke open a chip bag and tried some of the dip that Bruno made. “Oh, dude—this is awesome. So cheesy.”
“Thanks, it’s just something I found on the internet. Oh Mista, could I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, first door on the left down the hall.”
Bruno nodded his head and went down the hall. The walls were still bare, Mista and his roommate were still moving in and there were boxes lined in the hallway. He still hadn’t learned the roommate’s name. Hopefully, he wouldn’t run into the guy before he got a chance to ask Mista.
But luck wasn’t on Bruno’s side.
Without knocking, Bruno opened the bathroom door. He didn’t think much of it since it wasn’t locked. He barely took a step in before he froze in place. Standing in front of the sink with a towel draped around his waist was the most handsome man Bruno had ever seen.
His long silver hair was dripping down his pale, toned back as he stared at his reflection to use a makeup wipe to clear the pale foundation from his face. His eyes were something to behold too, purple and gold. They were unlike anything Bruno had ever seen; he was mesmerized.
Against his better judgement, Bruno’s eyes traveled down and—stopped. There was no way. On his right shoulder was a marking, one that Bruno had stared at in his own reflection for years. Standing out against the porcelain skin was a black inkblot drop. It matched many of the shirts in Bruno’s closet: he’d had them custom-made to fill his hopeless romantic heart.
Instinctively, Bruno’s hand rested on the matching mark that was under his coat. His soulmate, this was his soulmate. This incredibly handsome, built, tall, and only wearing a small towel man was his soulmate. Now the earlier feeling made sense.
Bruno felt lightheaded.
The gorgeous person cleared his throat, his attention solely on Bruno now, and Bruno realized he’d been staring—no ogling openly. His face was very hot, and he looked away.
“I-I’m sorry, I should have knocked,” he squeaked.
Bruno’s soulmate set the wipe down. “Come here,” he said in a deep voice.
His feet walked for him and Bruno was suddenly right in front of him.
“What’s your name?” he asked. His face was stoic and hard to read, but he didn’t seem upset at least.
His name? What’s his name again? He couldn’t think straight being this close. “Bruno Buccellati. And yours?”
“Bruno,” he hummed, testing the name out. Finally, his hard exterior cracked slightly and a small smile brushed his lips.
A small shiver went down Bruno’s back when his name was said.
“My name is Leone Abbacchio. May I?” Leone gestured to where Bruno’s hand rested over his mark.
Bruno nodded vigorously and dropped his hand to his side. “Y-yeah.”
The smile on Leone’s face turned into a smirk as he pushed down Bruno’s coat to reveal the matching mark on his shoulder. His thumb brushed against the tanned skin making Bruno gasp from the warm contact.
Leone’s eyes locked with the matching inkblot drop and his smile grew. He had a nice smile, he seemed calm and composed too.
It was the total opposite of how Bruno felt. He was excited and happy, wanted to jump around the room, and also pass out because he never expected his soulmate to be this breathtaking. The butterflies in his stomach thought so too.
Leone also seemed to be happy that Bruno was here too. “We’re soulmates,” he whispered. “At first I thought you were just a weirdo staring, but now I know you’re my weirdo soulmate.” Leone chuckled; it was a warm, comforting sound.
Bruno blushed and bit his lip. He’d imagined meeting his soulmate many times. He walked through many scenarios, options, what he’d say and do, etc. In them, Bruno was always suave or sweet, but never did he imagine that he’d be a blubbering, embarrassed mess.
“You’re staring again…” Leone whispered. He sounded concerned, almost. “Is everything alright?”
“I—yeah. I’m just in shock. I didn’t think I’d be meeting my soulmate like this.”
“Half-naked?” Leone teased.
Bruno bit his lip again and laughed softly. “Exactly.”
“You’re free to touch if you want.” He gestured to his perfect chest.
As tempting as it was, Bruno couldn’t bring himself to do it just yet. He had to bite his lip to stop himself. “I thought meeting you was going to be so different. I thought I’d be a little bit more pulled together, but I’m making a fool of myself.”
Leone cupped Bruno’s face, running his thumb over Bruno’s cheek. “I think it’s adorable, to tell you the truth. I was worried my soulmate was going to be serious and no fun, but I have a feeling you’re nothing like that.”
“Not usually no. I was worried I wouldn’t find you at all,” Bruno said and leaned into Leone’s warm hand. He closed his eyes and just drank in the great feeling. “I didn’t expect you to be so handsome either.”
“You think I’m handsome, huh? You’re pretty easy on the eyes too,” Leone teased. He took the opportunity to move in closer to Bruno, trapping him between his perfect body and the counter. Leone brushed his thumb over Bruno’s lip. “Those eyes…I feel like I’m getting lost in them already.”
Bruno’s brain was buzzing so loudly that he wasn’t sure how to think at all. He enjoyed being trapped against Leone like this. He smelled so good—a light hint of lavender and some ease, something earthier.
He could feel Leone staring at his lips and started to lean closer. Not even a cold, wet strand of Leone’s hair smacking against him could distract from the intensity he felt.
Leone had to lean down to reach Bruno. Their lips had barely touched and already electricity jolted down Bruno’s spine, and then Mista walked by.
“Really? Shit, I just found a good roommate. I knew I recognized that mark,” he sighed dramatically. “Hey Fugo,” he yelled. “Would you ever consider me as a roommate?”
Bruno chuckled and hid his head in Leone’s shoulder to hide the red spreading on his face again.
“Damn it.” Leone gently brought Bruno’s head out so he could look at him. “Sorry we were interrupted; I say we try it again. My room is just right across the hall.”
Leone didn’t leave a chance for Bruno to argue, not that he had any plans to. He would let Leone drag him wherever he wanted to.