Alternative Title: How Much I Love You
Post-Vento Aureo.
Bruabba
cold hands x warm hands
yayy bruno and abbacchio are alive (and narancia)
idk
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The gang were sitting at a table, discussing what they should do now that they have achieved their dreams and goals. And as usual, Bruno was talking.
"Okay. I was thinking of distributing food and water to those in need. But... the problem is that it would go away quickly. So I'll give money instead! Won't that be better?" The gang nodded, smiling and now talking to each other.
Bruno smiled at the members, admiring how cooperative and mature they have become. Bruno resided his hand onto the table, completely unaware of who's hand was already there...
As he placed his hand, he felt a frigid sting through his whole forearm. He let out a high-pitched yelp as his hand naturally receded into his other hand, and held it close to his chest. Thankfully, no one heard or saw it. Bruno looked into the cold-handed person's eyes. And of course, it was none other than Abbacchio. Bruno had never held Abbacchio's hand before, so he never would have assumed that he had cold hands.
Abbacchio looked deep into Bruno's seafoam irises as he gasped at the sudden touch. He knew about how glacial his hands would be, and he never knew why. So it wasn't very surprising when a person would gasp or remove their hands rapidly. After all, why would Abbacchio even care?
They continued staring into each other, no words spoken.
"Bucciarati, is there anything else you would like to say?" Giorno smiled.
"Uhm... No. You guys can leave now. I'm very proud of you." Bruno exclaimed. The gang smiled as they got up and left. Bruno along with Abbacchio leaving aswell.
The day passed graciously, and now the gang was resting. Some were playing games, eating, or maybe even napping.
As Bruno walked through the halls of the huge mansion, he bumped into Abbacchio.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Bruno smiled as he held Abbacchio's hands, shivering at the touch of his freezing skin. Abbacchio stuttered as he glared into his capo's hands on his. Bruno gave a concerned look as he stared down into Abbacchio's hands.
"Abbacchio... your hands are cold." Bruno asked. "Yeah. They usually are. Why?" Abbacchio asked aswell. "I see." Bruno smiled. It wasn't for any specific reason really, he just loved being with Abbacchio. He caressed Abbacchio's soft skin as he brought it closer to his face. "You know... Cold hands can often be a symptom of lack of vitamins..." Bruno suggested, giving Abbacchio a glare. "Abbacchio... Are you okay?"
Well. Abbacchio wasn't. In fact, he never was. The only time he would probably feel fine was when Bruno was with him. And that was all he needed. This beautiful man by his side. He didn't need any of life's pleasures... All he needed was Bruno.
Abbacchio started planting kisses on Bruno's hands. Staining his delicate skin with bright lavender lipstick. Bruno didn't flinch, nor was he surprised. In fact, he enjoyed the touch. He smirked as Abbacchio continued kissing and caressing the younger male's hands. It was like heaven.
"Oh Abbacchio....
Just how much I love you..."
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Hey guys! I'm sorry, but this was a bit rushed.
Hope you enjoyed!!
