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Giorno and Mista lay sprawled across Giorno’s bed, It’s god knows hour of the night. Maybe morning. Probably morning by this point.
The two had been lying and talking about all sorts of everything for hours now, Giorno had disappeared into his room immediately following dinner so that he could try to get some more work done before bed, but that didn’t work out as well as he had hoped as Mista followed behind not long after, flopping onto Giorno’s bed and beginning to ramble about his most recent mission. It didn’t take long for Giorno to give up on trying to focus on the document he was reading over and join MIsta on the bed.

Their conversation had been random as it always was, the two jumping from topic to topic as they came to their minds. They had started with their recent assignments and plans for their next day off, but as the conversation went on they ended up landing on the topic of dating.

“I don’t know, I just don’t really see the point in dating right now, y’know?” Mista said, stretching his arms up above his head, almost hitting Giorno in the process.

“I guess. I do think it sounds nice though.” Giorno responded as he pushed Mista’s still raised hand out of his face. “To like, have someone care for you in a way like that. Even if things don’t work out you’ll know more about what you want for the next time, right?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just that if I were to date someone I’d want to think that it’s gonna work. Neither of us are in a place for that right now.”

“Mhm” Girono turns his body so that it faces more away from Mista. As embarrassing as it was, he couldn’t really stand to look at Mista when he spoke about not wanting to date anyone. It hurt more than he thought it would, to hear that there’s almost absolutely no chance that the guy he’d had a crush on for almost as long as he knew him would go out with him anytime soon.

“It’s kinda like, just wait until you can say you’re a year or two older than now and then we’ll talk.” Mista doesn’t seem to notice Giorno’s movement as he continues talking, though he does notice when his words make Giorno freeze completely and then flip back over to look at him as fast as he can.

“Wait, really!?” This was about as hopeful as Giorno had ever felt about Mista liking him. How was he supposed to interpret that if not that Mista liked him too, but just wasn’t in a place to date right now, right?

“What?”

Wrong.

Dead fucking wrong, apparently.

“I- uh- nothing. Nothing. I didn’t say anything..Nope! Nothing at all.” Giorno quickly turned back over to his previous side, facing away from Mista. He had so totally screwed that up, hadn’t he. There was no denying, Mista totally knew now. Mista knew and he was gonna think he was weird. He was going to think Giorno waas weird, and gross, and he’d never want to talk to him again. He had just ruined one of his favorite relationships over getting his hopes up too high. In his thoughts he vaguely felt Mista sitting up. Undoubtedly to leave.

“Giorno…What was that? What did you mean?” Had Mista somehow not understood what he meant?

“It’s nothing Mista.” His voice was small and soft and as shaky as the rest of his body was. He felt as though he should cry, but unable to do so he just shook.

“What? Gior- oh. Oh!” Realization of what he said dawns on Mista’s face as he stares down at Giorno before giggling softly.

“What?” Now it was Giorno’s turn to be confused when he heard Mista laugh. Did Mista think this was funny? That he was joking or something? Honestly, that might just be better than facing the reality.

Mista sighs softly, “Oh Giorno…” He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Giorno’s cheek, boarding on the edge of his lips before slipping off of the bed to leave. “Talk to me in a year or so, yeah?”

“I- uh- what- yeah. Yeah, Yeah.” Giorno manages to stutter out before Mista leaves, holding his hand up to lightly cup the part of his face that Mista’s soft lips had graced.

“Yeah.” he mutters softly to himself one more time before he rolls back over to the center of his bed to try and get some amount of sleep after that.

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It was fuck knows hours of the night- or morning, probably morning at this point - and Giorno and Mista had been sitting in Giorno's room talking for hours.

Neither of them had been able to sleep. Mista had planned to go downstairs to the kitchen and get some water and melatonin gummies, but on his way, he saw Giorno's bedroom light on and decided that he had to make sure Gio wasn't overworking himself again.

That led them to where they were now, Mista draped across the end of the bed, rambling about some girl he had tried dating a few years ago while Giorno sat towards the head of the bed, hugging a pillow in his lap as he listened.

"-Yeah, but I don't know. I just don't think dating girls is right for me right now." He turns to look at Giorno "Like, wait a year or two and then we can talk."

"Wait, really?"

"What?"

"What?" Fuck. Fuck he had just messed this up so bad. How do you even misinterpret something that badly!? Shit. He felt his body start to shake and he grips the pillow he's been holding harder. His face feels warm, and his eyes feel heavy, but no tears fall, he just sits there shaking and hyperventilating.

"Giorno? You ok, man?"

No. No he wasn't at all, he had just fucking ruined his relationship with his best friend. There's no way he can come back from this. Even if Mista somehow doesn't care or is able to look past it, they'll always have the knowledge that this happened. Both of them will have to live forever with the knowledge that on this night Giorno had practically confessed his love for Mista. How the fuck was he supposed to come back after that?

"Hey, Giorno?"

"Sorry." It was all he could think to say- the only thing that could have any chance of making this situation better. "Sorry, I- I'm sorry let's just...Let's just pretend this never happened, ok?"

"Giorno..."

"Mista"

"Giorno, what's wrong?"

"What?''

"I don't understand. What happened? Why are you so upset all of a sudden?"

oh

oh

He had made things worse, hadn't he?

"Nothing happened. Don't worry about it."

"Giorno. Tell me what happened. Please."

"Mista...I just told you that I have a crush on you.'' His voice was barely audible against the room, silent aside from his own heavy breaths and the other's calm ones.

Mista didn't respond immediately, making a thick tension in between them.

"Look, Mista I'm sorry I- I'll just-"

"Giorno." And his mouth snapped shut, staring at the other boy, who looked like he had been thinking the hardest he had in a while. "I think," he started, pausing for a moment before continuing, "I think I feel the same way."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I knew you wouldn't-" wait. What did he just say? "What?"

"I said that I think that I like you too." Mista's face was bright red, but Giorno was sure that his was redder.

"Wait, really?"

"Yep."

"But I though you said..."

"Well, maybe I was wrong," He dramatically turned his head away before immediately turning it to look at Giorno again, "Also.. I did say that I don't think I should date girls right now, technically I never said anything about boys..."

"Oh yeah...I guess that's true."

"So..."

"So..."

"Are we...Y'know...boyfriends now?"

"Yeah, I think I'd like that." Giorno said, less hesitantly than most of the other things he'd said that night as he laid his pillow back in its original spot and patted the spot on the bed next to his, signaling for Mista to crawl up next to him.

And the other did just that. Tucking himself into bed next to his boyfriend, said boyfriend doing the same next to him.

So, the two lay next to each other, staring into each other's eyes somewhat continuing their dumb ramblings from earlier, but most conversation died off as sleep took over the two. They'd work out exactly what happened tonight when they woke up, but for now, they were content with putting that off for later. And if Mista heard Giorno mumble a soft 'I love you' before he fell asleep, he didn't say anything.