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[sushi-jyushi]

𝓟𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝓞ℕ𝔼 -- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼! 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

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Polpo was dead. He had apparently committed suicide in his jail cell and everyone on Bucciarati's team was bewildered except for you. You hated his voice, his big nose and his ugly personality. The thought of him dead made it slightly easier to sleep at night, especially now that you knew he could never speak to you again.

      Yeah, you had some bad experiences with him. His interrogation of you made you uncomfortable, and you swore that if glass hadn't separated the two of you he would have touched you. You shuddered, ridding your head of the thought.

     Dinnertime arrived promptly at 5:37 PM when Fugo hollered throughout the hideout that dinner was done, come eat. You slipped some wooly socks on and grabbed your phone, then left your bedroom and headed to the dining area. 

     Narancia was already there, drooling all over himself with an eager look in his eyes. "Ahh~~ Fugo fixed steak! I'm so hungry I could eat it all..." Narancia stared dreamingly at the meat, and on a whim, attempted to steal a piece. Fugo saw this and thrust a knife into Narancia's hand, causing him to growl and curse at Fugo.

     A giggle escaped your lips. Abbacchio was now sitting on the far end, keeping to himself and sipping on wine. Bruno had just made his way down the stairs, a blank expression on his face. He walked over to Narancia and zipped his wound better, telling Fugo to heal him right now. He sat at the head of the table with his hands crossed, supporting his chin from his elbows. Giorno arrived seconds after, sitting between you and Bruno. The only person left was Mista.

     A few minutes passed, and Bruno was growing upset (though you could only tell from his light fidgeting). You stood up and nodded, turning your torso to face him. "I'll go drag Mista's ass down here, sir." He replied with a thankful nod, and you proceeded to climb the stairs with a gentle huff.

     Mista's room was the third door on the right; when you approached it, you banged your fist on the door and yelled. "Mista! Get your ass down there, we're all starving 'cause of you!" You folded your arms and pouted, listening for any sign of movement. You heard some rustling and indescribable sounds. He didn't respond though.

     "Alright, Mista, you have til the count of five and I'm BURSTING in there to whoop your ass! One." No response. "Two." The rustling continued. "Three." He was walking, or... jumping? "Four." His voice finally came through, right before you said the word five. 

     "Don't come in!" He pleaded, sounding a bit worried. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the door knob with the sort of sassiness you can only get from being hungry.

     Mista was frozen in place, eyes wide, as you stood there staring at him from the threshold of his room. He was pulling his clothes on, completely naked except for the pair of boxers he managed to slip on. His fingers were holding onto his red, tiger-print pants at the knees, and it almost looked like he was stripping down. You felt your face warm up a bit, but you covered your flattery with annoyance.

     "Why the hell would you take a shower before dinner?" You asked, folding your arms and walking over to hand him his shirt and cap. He shrugged and pulled his pants on the rest of the way, a little upset that there wasn't more of a reaction from you.

     Now that he was ready, you grabbed onto his forearm and practically dragged him down the hall. Number Five was sitting on top of your right shoulder, a tear in its tiny left eye. "(Y/N)~~~!!! We're so happy you caaaaammmee!!! Mista is starving us, and Number One is being mean again!" You cooed and ushered Number Five into the palm of your hand with a tiny smile.

     "Aw, Number Five, I'm sorry. You can sit with me! I'll share my steak with you, okay?" You gently stroked its head with your index finger, watching as Number Five wiped its tears away and purred at your touch. The other Sex Pistols were throwing a fit, but you didn't care; you always had a soft spot for Number Five. 

     As you descended the stairs, you released your grip on Mista's arm and ran down, stomach growling loudly. Fugo had returned with Narancia, who had a bandage wrapped in his hand. You sat left of Bruno, as your spot was taken by Fugo. You didn't mind, though. It was just a seat, after all. Narancia was on your right, foaming at the mouth and kicking the air as he stared at the food in front of him. Mista finally sat down, right beside Fugo, initiating dinner to begin.

     As everyone loaded their plates, Bruno stood up to perform the dinner ritual. Everyone paused once they filled their plate with food, and he nodded. "Thank you. Today, we received word that Polpo has committed suicide in his cell. That, however, is not the case. I do not encourage you to look into it further; just know that from today on, our tasks are going to get a bit rougher." He sat down and spread his arms, signalling everyone to chow down.

     As promised, you cut your steak and offered the smaller pieces to Number Five, who seemed to be happier than it had ever been in its life. You giggled, happy to bring joy to something so adorable. From the corner of your eye, you saw Mista staring at you as you placed some noodles in your mouth. You pretended not to see and continued eating.

     Narancia was the first done, despite getting seconds. Mista was second, partially because of his Sex Pistols eating his food with him. Everyone else was done around the same time, but the only person who had anything left on their plate was you. You frowned, upset that you couldn't eat the rest. You offered it to Mista, and he gladly obliged, quietly eating again as Bruno stood to discuss more mafia matters.

     "As you may or may not know, Giorno is the newest member of our . . . family. Please treat him with respect." Bruno eyed Abbacchio for a moment, and continued. "Giorno was the last person to see Polpo alive, and I'm sure he is devastated that he was the last person to chat with him." Something in Bruno's voice said he was lying, but you felt an odd rush of guilt at the thought. Bruno rambled on some more, and finally, everyone was dismissed. All that remained were you and Mista.

     He cleared his throat, and you played with your drink a little before standing up. He stood up too, eyeing you closely. "Wait." You froze in your tracks, watching as he walked around the table to study you. "You saw me half-naked, and didn't get flattered. That must have been difficult . . . Unless you've seen me fully naked before." You raised an eyebrow, confused as to what he was rambling about. 

     "Mista, shut up. Maybe I didn't like what I saw." You folded your arms and sauntered to the staircase, phone in hand. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him, drawing you in inches from his face. Your face turned crimson in response, and he laughed heartily after pulling away. "Oh fuck off," you mumbled, stomping up the stairs.

     "You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?" Mista asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow as your figure disappeared into your room.

     You slammed the door behind you and sighed heavily. You weren't in the mood to argue right now. You walked over to your bed and flopped down, laying on your stomach. Mista was just delusional, that was all. You didn't like him, right? You wouldn't wanna see him naked... 

     The very thought made your face hot, and you punched your pillow and brung it to your face. You shook your head, trying to get the thought out of your head. 

     

     Minutes later, you heard a knock on your door. You sighed and sat up. "It's open." The door slowly opened, and you saw Mista's figure enter your room. He shut it behind him and peered into your tired eyes with a confusing stare.  

     "Hey, um... I'm sorry." His hand was resting on his neck, and his eyes trailed to the floor. You sighed.

     

      "Uh-huh. Who told you to apologize?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and folding your arms. He sheepishly replied that Fugo heard everything and said he wasn't being a gentleman and needed to apologize. You smiled lightly and thanked Fugo in your mind. You scooted to your right and pat the spot beside you, offering him a seat on your bed. He obliged, and you two were inches apart again. You could feel his warmth on your arm.

     "So, um, about Polpo... Why did you hate him so much?" Mista asked, finally meeting your eyes again. You shivered and bit your lip. His eyes widened, and he apologized immediately. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what the circumstances were ... I didn't much like him either to be honest."

     You sat there quietly, taking a deep breath before explaining. "He made comments about my body. He told me a model like me shouldn't be in the mafia, unless I was his... sexy maid. I... I laughed of course, but it... Got to me. He made a lot of sexual gestures and innuendos and it just messed with my head."

  

     Mista nodded and grabbed onto your hand. "Hey, don't worry. I would never have let him lay a finger on you... You're too important to m- to the mafia. To us." You smiled in response and squeezed his hand. 

 

     "Thanks Mista." You sighed and laid on your bed, throwing your arms over your head and breathing deeply. Tomorrow, everyone would head out to get Polpo's hidden fortune. You weren't scared, only sad that you probably wouldn't get to go. Mista saw your mood drop, and laid beside you, holding you close.

   

     "Maybe Bruno will let you go after all," he said, looking into your (E/C) eyes. You nuzzled into him, closing your eyes heavily and swallowing the sadness that was eating away at your sanity. He ran his fingers through your coarse hair. Number Five appeared and nuzzled it's cheek on yours. You were soon being comforted by all 6 of the Sex Pistols; after that, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

[sushi-jyushi]

𝓜𝑰𝑳𝑨 𝓑𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑽𝑨 𝑥 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 !!

( 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑜𝑛𝑒-𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 )

Another day had passed when the frigid air of January had left you chilled and jittery. Though it was freezing, your heart remained warm with the fuzzy thoughts you had about Mila.

Her crimson hair swayed magically in the winter wind, flicking and collecting snowflakes as she skipped along. You were with her now, smiling as she strode ahead of you, humming a cutesy tune.

"Mila, slow down!" You said with a giggle, running to catch up. She stopped midstep, and you fell into her back with a quiet "oof!".

Mila's laughter became louder, and she pulled your arms around her body. "Let's go ice-skating! I know you actually suck, but it's fine! I can carry you."

You pouted and pulled away. You folded your arms and turned your nose up, but it was too hard to stay mad at her forever. She began tickling you, and your ugly laugh spouted from a few jitters throughout your body. "Okay, okay! Fine, let's go!" You finished with a quiet laugh. Your stomach hurt from straining because of your chuckles, but it soon resided and you felt at ease.

Arriving at the rink took no more than 5 minutes, and you were happy to finally be somewhere slightly warmer than the outside. You sighed in content, and watched as Mila slipped her coat onto the bench where she placed her belongings.

Soon, the two of you were skating, hand in hand. Your balance was off, and Mila was practically carrying you, as she said she would. "This isn't so bad," you mumbled, eyeing her warm hand placed in yours. Heat rose to your cheeks, but it was hardly noticable; your face was already pink because of the wind outside. Mila was smiling so much her eyes were almost shut, and something in your stomach fluttered.

The day ended half an hour later, when the sun was about to set. Everyone was leaving except for a few stragglers, you two included. Mila slowed down, and the two of you were now in the center of the rink.

"(Y/N)," she said, looking at her skates beneath her, "I had a fun time today. Thank you."

"No problem, that's what dates are supposed to be like." You paused. Did you just call this... a date? Panic began to spread, and your body was shaking.

"Yeah. But it wouldn't be the same with anyone else." Her pink lips curled upwards into a slight smile, her eyes now meeting yours. You leaned in, and she did too, closing the space between you. Your lips had a thorough meeting, and for a moment, you felt like you were in paradise. She pulled away, her face an embarrassed mess.

You smiled and pulled her into a hug. "Let's go home. We can have another date tomorrow." With that, Mila wrapped her fingers in yours and led you up the stairs.

The world wasn't as cold as it was an hour ago. Instead, it was warm and sunny. She was your paradise.

[sushi-jyushi]

𝓞𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑼 𝓜𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑥 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 !!

( 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑜𝑛𝑒-𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 )

Osamu was a quiet guy, someone who didn't speak unless he had to. He was the exact opposite of Atsumu, who annoyed you ever-so-slightly. Of course, you knew them both well and considered them friends, but Atsumu was almost too much at times.

Osamu was different. His eyes said everything he refused to say with words. One evening, Atsumu ran home because of the rain, afraid to ruin his hair. You pulled out an umbrella and waved it over you and Osamu with a sigh. His face did not falter; it remained stoic. Still, something in his eyes urged you to conversate with him.

Your frown released itself into a beautiful smile, causing your eyes to close in response. "Ah, Osamu~ Are you sure he's your brother?" You asked with a giggle. The left side of his lip curled upwards, sending your heart racing a little bit. You bit your lip, afraid of what to say next. You could potentially say something wrong, or piss him off, and the anxiety killed you deep inside.

You reached his house, but he shook his head and craned his neck to face you. Your face turned a slight shade of crimson, and you looked away at the ground. "It would be impolite for me to leave a lady like you in the rain by herself." He held out his hand and grabbed onto yours. His warmth creeped into your palms and fingers, and soon you felt at ease.

The rest of the walk was silent. Neither of you uttered a word, except a muffled cough here and there.

Upon reaching your concrete porch, you heaved a sigh and pursed your lips in disappointment. You didn't want the walk to end; despite the silence, his hand was a quiet reminder that he was still there, breathing, keeping you company.

Osamu stepped onto your porch as well and lowered the umbrella, shaking it off as best as he could. "Looks like it won't stop for a while."

You nodded and shrugged helplessly, hoping this would be the perfect opportunity to invite him inside. Instead, he placed your umbrella beside the door and walked into the pouring rain yet again.

Your heart sunk. He shattered your heart without muttering a word. Tears began to well up in your eyes, but you wiped them away and stared at his figure walking away. "Osamu, wait!"

Without a second thought, your body moved on its own; you began chasing after him, your arm extended to try and grab onto him before he was gone forever. He turned, and you ran into him, folding your now soaked arms around his body. He froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, but he eventually raised his arms and hugged back.

The hug lasted maybe 5 seconds, but it felt like 5 years. You looked up into his brown orbs with a trembling lip, rain slipping down and clustering in his eyelashes. He was beautiful...

Then, as if this were a dream, he lowered his head and began closing his eyes. You leaned upwards, placing all of your weight in your toes. Your soaked lips met for a moment. He cupped your cheek with his right hand, and pulled your body closer to his with his left. He smiled, genuinely, as if he was a child again. You grew impatient and whined, but he hushed you with another kiss, one that was sloppier than before. Your body tingled and warmed.

This was love.

You pulled apart and smiled, and he did the same. You stared into each others' eyes without speaking a single word. After all, his eyes said it all: I love you.

With that, he turned on his heel and walked off, that same precious smile never leaving his face. You stood in your yard, the rain soaking your clothes even more.

Hopefully there would be another rainy day soon.