A sweetheart | Leone Abbacchio x reader
idek.
Based on the most mundane parts of The golden wind boy’s daily activates.
No angst
Word Count: 2742
A sweetheart
The day has gone by normally, which didn’t bother you too much.
Most of the gang was all gathered at Libeccio, the reserved table you sat in attended to with the utmost dedication as a form of gratitude offered by the owner, moreso to Bucciarati himself than anyone else.
Everyone is there, all aside from your leader who had informed you he had to take care of a matter before you left for your upcoming assignment.
So you had time to sit down and enjoy the moment with your friends.
Narancia and Fugo are huddled close, going over a new handwritten assignment the blonde had taken the time to create.
Mista sits to one of your sides.
He occasionally listens, a bored look to his face as he calmly eats his favorite dish, though finding it lacking since it’s the same thing he orders every time he goes.
Abbacchio sits to your other side, his cheek pressed against his knuckles as he enjoys the personal concerto his headphones provide.
- Nothing interesting happens until a pencil snaps.
It’s all tranquil until Fugo erupts, his voice obnoxiously loud as he glares down at Narancia who challenges him back, making you grimace.
You can feel a cold sweat of embarrassment coat you, and you just hope no one has to come back and remind you that this is a respected establishment and not some dingy back ally.
The two men on your either side each have their own reactions.
Reluctantly, Leone pulls the left side of his headphones back, listening while Mista seems just a bit more enthusiastic.
After all, he’s getting dinner and a show, and he seems grateful for the entertainment.
“Dibs on Fugo,” Guido says quickly, nearly stumbling over his words, making Leone grumble, “ I guess I’ll take Narancia,” He says, having no other option.
“What are you betting on this time,” you tiredly ask, your expression lightly soured.
Mista keeps his eyes on the two across while he speaks, “ We’re betting on who’s gonna lose their cool first and swing,” he says.
“You’re kidding right?” you ask with wonder. “ Once Fugo snaps, he’s defiantly striking first,” you say, looking at Abbacchio.
“- And you think Narancia is the one to go with?” you say with a raised brow, making Leone huff.
“Only other option was taken,” he says annoyed.
Meanwhile, the other two continue to bicker.
Fugo stands first, looking down at Narancia with a violent gaze that unexpectantly melts.
As quickly as it heated, it suddenly turned cold, just as his voice,
“I don’t even know why I bother with you,” he then said, surprising everyone with how collected he seems.
“-You Idiot,” he huffs “You’re a lost cause-” and Narancia has nothing to say.
Instead, he stays quiet, looking up at Fugo with wide eyes that soon dash away, which is yet another surprise to all of you.
“Whatever...” he says back, not knowing anything else better to say.
The blonde then shakes his head, stalking away and leaving the room filled with a thick tension that felt suffocating.
“That was new....” Mista said while releasing a low whistle, scratching his cheek.
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"What a fucking idiot," Leone grumbled, the insult making Narancia's shoulders sink, the snapped pencil in his hand held tightly after he took hold of it again, and as you suspected he was left sensitive over the argument.
It takes a lot to quiet him down, that’s for sure, and when he did it was serious.
"Abbacchio," you started, disappointment in your tone as you eyed him.
You were ready to stand and go to Narancia to comfort him when Leone stood from his seat instead, his hands in his pockets as he released a low, tired sigh that made it seem like it took everything out of him to rise.
As he came to Narancia's side he spoke, " Not him, I mean Fugo." he clarified, surprising both Narancia and you.
"Of course, he knows what he's doing," There was no question about it.
"He's a genius...so The way he's explaining it to you makes sense to him, but not you right?" The long-haired male asked as he loomed over Narancia.
At that, Narancia nodded, "yeah..I swear Abbacchio, I'm really trying this time," he says while craning his head back to look at the other male.
Granted he messed around, but not then.
He’d managed to learn his multiplication tables, and had advanced quite a bit, moving on to a bit of the harder parts where new formulas were involved.
"But I don't think Fugo believes that," he added, dejected.
"Well, That's what happens when you fuck around so much," Leone responded his words tarty, understanding how the other man could get so frustrated.
"Still..." he then added because he didn’t entirely with the way fugo chose to express it.
"Make sure to take notes this time, And if you're lost ask because I'm only giving you this one chance," he warned as he started, his finger skimming over the first question.
His voice was firm, clear, yet somehow... soft as he verbalized a walkthrough of the steps needed.
You listened as Abbacchio went through the material with Narancia, and if you were being honest, there was something endearing about it.
- maybe even sexy.
'he's a good tutor...' you mused, your eyes drawn to him, the entire time forgetting about your food.
You were stuck in a trance, one that broke once you heard Narancia's elated voice break through the tranquil atmosphere.
"No way!" he said as he looked down at his answer, his eye shining as he saw Abbacchio's pleased smile.
"it makes sense!" he cheered.
"You did good," Leone then praised before he decided to move back, "If you get lost just look back at your notes," he recommended as he traveled back to his former seat beside you.
He brushes shoulders with Mista as the dark haired male stands before the dessert cart, eyeing it with a pout as he considers what would be a good dessert.
- He’d lost interest the second he heard math.
Throughout the move, you couldn't help but stare, perhaps too intensely.
‘Big meanie did something nice...’ you inwardly mused with a tiny, suppressed giggle.
"And just What are you laughing at?" Abbacchio grumbles while he takes his seat again, his stare narrowed as he challenges your gaze.
It doesn't scare you in any way as the hint of bitterness is so obviously a mask to hide how flustered he is.
"Me?" you huff, trying not to smile any harder, especially as out of the corner of your eye you see Narancia continue to look down at the sheet before him, scribbling down his new answers.
A triumphant look is worn in place of his usual, pensive one that more often than not morphs into exasperation.
At the sight, warmth fills your chest and it’s a wonderful feeling.
"-Nothing," you finally say while the spongy sweet before you is delicately picked at with consideration to what will be your first bite.
"nothing at all," you add as you finally find the right start, slowly dipping your fork into your little dessert.
"I just thought it was cute..." you casually admitted while continuing to look down at your treat, missing the immediate flourish of color that filled his face.
Before he can find something to say fugo returns, his expression softened from the previous agitated one he'd sported, "Hey....Narancia," he softly murmured as he walked in.
He seemed sheepish, moreso regretful and you supposed a 40 minute break would do that to anyone.
"About what I said..." he added, "I'm...sorry," he said while taking a seat next to the older male.
"I didn't mean it ; you actually have a lot of potential." he complimented, taking back his earlier comment.
“especially for someone with such a limited amount of education... In fact, I have to admit you've improved in every other subject. " he insisted, and the praise had the dark-haired boy's entire demeanor perk.
“ It says a lot that we’re working on this now,” he further adds.
"Y-You mean it Fugo?" Narancia asked, his voice touched with excitement that someone as smart as Pannacotta had praised his intellect - something that had never happened before.
There was a reason why he hadn't been too concerned about dropping out of school in the first place. Amongst many other things, it frustrated him when he didn't understand much, and he had no trouble letting go of that headache.
"Of course I do, That's why I get so annoyed," the blonde spoke, "I know you can do it, and it seems like we’re both falling short of our capabilities,” he expressed.
“ I'm just sorry it gets the best out of me," he said before looking down at the sheet Narancia had been working on.
"Anyways, lets ke-" his words fell short as he picked up the practice work, then the notebook on its side where new notes had been added.
New handwriting decorates the page, and it catches his eye.
His violet eyes brightened as he skimmed over the pages, and even as they were directed back to his friend, "Narancia, you did this?" he said with an obvious swell of awe as he finds himself going over each new answer.
"I sure did," the teen said with a sure nod, briefly turning back to the eldest male that sat with them, " Abbacchio helped me with it. He broke it down for me just a bit more," he elaborated.
“He gave me different examples too,”
"You're kidding..." Fugo breathed as he looked at Leone, his face melting into true gratefulness.
" I didn't know mathematics was a strong suit for you," he said, amazed at the notes that showed a full comprehension. It was one thing to get the answers right, it was another to show such detailed work in more ways than one.
- enough to dumb it down so much.
Abbacchio softly sighed, "- I was top of my class too..." he revealed.
It's not like he expected anyone to know since he's never mentioned it, but even then he always assumed everyone else would catch on that he wasn't just some idiot.
"An overachiever," he added with a bit of embarrassment, not mentioning how much of a dork he really had been.
"And every now and then I had to tutor some idiot after class," he recalled.
"so...You could've been a teacher, or had gotten some other lame job, " Narancia pointed out, "- like at some boring bank," he snickered, making Abbacchio chuckle.
The number of times his mother had tried to talk him into working in finances had, had him weary.
"I could have..." Leone started, "But I wanted to do something else with my life," he admitted while looking down at nothing.
"I thought I..." he couldn't finish, his lips pursing as he thought about how he'd messed up.
He shook his head of the incoming thoughts before he leaned back on his seat, "Anyways, don't get used to it," he said while glaring at the two other males, his tone changing in just a second.
"I'm not here to babysit anyone, or hold anyone's hand," he grumbled, his tarty words flying over Fugo and Narancia's heads as they simply grinned, realizing that no matter what he said, at the end of the day, he'd helped out.
"so you got the hang of it?" Pannacotta then asked Nararancia.
"Yeah, yeah," he responded, waving him off and continuing with what was left of the worksheet.
Meanwhile, you stand, making your way toward the dessert cart. Instantly, you eye the vibrant red that sits over a coat of creamy frosting.
'perfect,' you think as you reach for it, beating Mista as he finally decides what to get.
"Hey!" his complaint is ignored as you make your way over to your seat, but not without a stop.
As Abbacchio continues to listen to his music again, he has his eyes closed, drowning in the sound before he feels a tap on his shoulder. To accompany it is a familiar scent of perfume that gently tickles his nose, and instantly perks his chin up.
A warm body brushes him, and without any other indication, he knows the presence, reacting to it with the most subtle hint of warmth.
Upon opening his eyes, he's greeted with the sight of a dessert being served, and as he turns slightly he sees you reaching over him from behind.
As you begin to retreat, he sees your smile and much more the darling twinkle in your eye that has him in awe.
The question in his gaze is too easy to read, and to give him some ease you linger close, your voice both coy and secretive,
"That's for being a sweetheart," you say as you decide to pull back, walking passed your seat with the intention of leaving.
Perhaps you wouldn't have had the boldness if you weren't sure you were moments from leaving, already having someone waiting for you.
You had noticed the new arrival just a minute before, letting you know it was time to go.
Bucciaratti stands at the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning against the arch, looking over with amusement as he watches your interaction with the other man.
And while to everyone else at the table, you seemed to saunter away with all of the confidence of the world, Bruno could see the absolute fluster that consumed you, making him turn away with a little snicker.
You seem almost dazed as you reach him, and he softly tuts.
" I see you’re enjoying yourself," he comments, giving you space to walk out first, choosing the gentlemanly route of following behind.
"Enjoying what," you say while battling a smile, trying to look cool and unaffected.
"Teasing him so much," the dark-haired male says with a huff, briefly looking back to find Leone being shaken by mista as he takes the man's shoulders in his hands, moving him back and forth with an animated way of speaking.
- and while Bruno can't really hear what he's saying, he just knows he's praising him.
It all happens as Fugo and Narancia laugh, pointing at the elder male's face that blooms red.
You just know that the others are messing with him, and A flash of guilt hits you before it morphs into delight.
"you don't know all of the things he does to me," you say while shaking your head.
Abbacchio plays with subtle cruelty like he enjoys watching your stomach knot and your mouth dry in response to him.
- Just recalling makes you feel less guilty.
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Leone's face is practically glowing, the smile that stretches over his face unbelievably exaggerated as he continues to come closer. He's so distracted he doesn't notice that Bruno is on the opposite end of the hallway, forced to come to a halt before they bump into each other.
"Well this is a surprise," Bruno mutters with a raised brow. " you're in a good mood," he teases while taking a step back to admire his friend's jovial mood.
"If I'd have to guess, I'd say it has something to do with the message I just received," he remarks, going as far as to bring it out of his pocket.
"Bucciarati, he's such a jerk," he reads your message out loud, briefly bringing his eyes back up to the man who continues to smile.
"You, I assume," he said with certainty, and it makes Leone smirk.
"What can I say," he proceeds to say, the way his entire face is glowing proof that whatever just happened between the two of you had left the man with plenty to think of.
"- She looks so damn cute sometimes..." Abbacchio mutters moreso to himself, as though it's all the justification he needs.
Bruno can’t help but let his shoulders fall with a touch of disappointment.
It’s not that he didn’t approve of their relationship, but he did find it a tad frustrating that the two chose to keep playing such mindless games with each other rather than just mature and admit their feelings.
"I think I have an idea, " Bruno replied, not feeling so bad for the other man after all, considering all the times he’s gotten the best out of you.
“Anyways...” he starts, moving forward and explaining to you your destination.
You listen attentively, hoping you’ll come back sooner than expected.