Ghia tries to train his apprentice/newbie LS member but they push themselves too hard and collapse from exhaustion. Ghia probably panics, like a lot, then tries to remove their sports bra/binder/compression shirt, (trying to avoid looking at all costs) to help them breathe more freely. He might rest their head on his lap as he starts breathing apologies for not giving them a break earlier and cooling them down with his stand. He vehemently denies doing the former after you wake up, though
GHIACCIO DRABBLE...
Ghiaccio's smile was almost feral in likeness as he clawed at the arms that was currently wrapped around his neck in a headlock. You were getting better at taking the upper hand in your spars and he had to admit, as your teacher, your victory had him feeling a little proud.
Hand-to-hand combat was unecessary for assassinations especially for the likeness of your team being stand-users and even more so for Ghiaccio who's stand abilities had considerable range and damage which would mean his opponents would have likely died by the time they were a few feet near him. Managing to land a fist on his opponent or at him was...cathartic. He's not one for masochistic tendencies, but he couldn't deny that the pain that came whenever you manage to make his gums bleed would sometimes make him a little giddy.
Sorbet or Gelato would have been a better pick when it comes to sparring since they've already mastered the art of hand-to-hand combat even before joining Passione and attainining their stands; might even learn another trick or two if the bastards weren't so fucking bloodthirsty. He'd rather not be knifed in the middle of a fistfight with Gelato again nor beaten within half an inch of his life with Sorbet.
You on the other hand, were the perfect sparring partner; competent, resilient and most of all sane.
If Gelato were in your current position, he would have held him until he passed out and would probably have let him dry there under the Italian sun the whole day until he somehow gained consciousness. That is, if he didn't die of a heatstroke first. It's unlikely with his stand's passive ability but still.
Your exhaustion caught up to you and you released Ghiaccio with a sigh, leaving him gasping for air below you as you weakly stood yourself up.
"Look at you," he croaked as he rubbed a gloved hand around his neck, "Now aren't you glad I decided to ramp up your training this week? You finally have something to brag about to the whole team, not like that half-ass job you called a hit."
Your vision was getting kind of hazy but you still managed to glare at him from your position as you held onto your knees. God, why won't he just drop it?
"You...promised...not...to bring... that up."
"I didn't promise shit," he scoffed bracing his hands up his head and leaping up to his feet. He cracked his head and dusted his cargo pants before facing your heaving form, ready for another round of roughhousing.
"Straighten up, buttercup. I'm not about to let a greenhorn get the best of- hey, HEY!"
Ghiaccio shot towards you to catch you before you could kiss the ground, your chin painfully hitting his hard shoulders making you groan softly as you weakly righted yourself by holding onto his arms.
You really pushed it this time and you couldn't even blame Ghiaccio since you agreed to not make it easy for you. Heh, at least you had a taste of victory before your body gave up for the day. Wow, you're really dizzy...
"Ghia... can't breath..."
Ghiaccio panicked. What was he supposed to do? Fuck! Uhhh clothes! Yes that's it. He has to help you breath easier.
He set you down and eyed the pallor of your face, his hands hesitating before hurriedly unzipping your jacket when your voice got weaker. He debated whether he should take off your shirt too but the slow droop of your eyes sprung him into action and in a flash, he was ripping your favorite shirt only to find another shirt beneath it.
"Why the fuck do you have so many layers on??" he threw a hand in frustration before ripping your camisole open too only to find a sportsbra that looked like it was squeezing you to the point of asphyxiation by the way it dug into your skin. "Fucking hell-"
He didn't hesitate this time and ripped that apart too to reveal a bra.
"Are you fucking serious? Six layers? In the middle of the fucking summer??"
Nope, that last one is staying on.
You were out by the time he managed to carry you back inside. He cooled the room and raised your legs with a bunch of throw pillows after taking off your boots. Even when a little bit of color went back to face after a while he was still a nervous wreck and jumped at the chance to ask Melone for help when he entered the living room in his casual clothes, babyface in hand and a cup of ice cream in the other.
Melone raised an eyebrow at his friend's teammate's uncharacteristic display of concern before pinning his gaze on your limp form by the couch.
Ooh
Melone thrust his DQ cup at Ghiaccio and kneeled by your side to assess you, asking a few questions concerning what led you to your current state, all of which Ghiaccio answered dutifully.
Melone hummed, pausing in his assessment and sniffed their crotch setting Ghiaccio off.
"What the fuck Melone!"
"Relax, I'm just making sure." he answered cooly checking their pulse before placing their hand back gently by their side, "They'll be alright. Just a little exhausted, I'm sure. You know, you really should take note of your apprentice's current health status if you're gonna train them this hard."
"What does that have to do with sniffing their privates?!"
Melone didn't answer and motioned for Ghiaccio to give him back his ice cream. Ghiaccio thrust it back at him before hovering over your form, unsure what to do next before taking a magazine from the coffee table and sitting himself by the armrest.
Melone reached for a scoop of his ice cream only to be met with resistance. Great, he froze it. Typical of a frazzled ice-user.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're an Aries right?"
Ghiaccio turned to look at Melone suspiciously as he fanned you with the magazine.
"Yeah. What about it?"
Melone entered the data into babyface and hummed thoughtfully. Interesting, very interesting...
"I know that look, stronzo. You'd better not be planning anything."
"Oh don't be such a worrywart, I'm not planning anything."
He assessed the compiled data that compared your compatability with each member given the new input and was intrigued at Ghiaccio's results. Hmm his score has managed to pass his own by a few decimals.
Hmmp, he knew he should have taken you as his apprentice instead.