JJBA x Reader

Guido Mista x Reader

A/n: if you didn't get enough cringe and sweetness already then go on ahead and read this. This will even have some educational part to it. Amazing right?

That specific time of the day came up again and you knew you had to learn italian. You did enjoy listening to it, but learning it was quite the pain, especially because Fugo was always really strict. But you didn't know just yet that today was different. Fugo needed to go out on a mission, just like almost everyone else so someone had to take his place on teaching you. That someone was apparently Mista, as he walked in with a huge grin on his face with some papers in hand.

"Oh jesus christ, don't be so happy."

"Come on you are way too negative. What we will learn about is simple. Here take a look." He pulled a chair next to you and sat down on it, both of you leaned forward towards the table so you can see the paper better. It seems like you will learn about something called passato prossimo.

"So okay. We use this past tense, to uhmmm."

"Mista, do you even have an idea about what you are saying?"

"Hey! I'm a native speaker so how hard can it be? Just listen. So uhhh. When you want to use passato prossimo, you will have to choose between the auxiliary verbs essere(be) and avere(have). So for example ho parlato.(I spoke) Now this might sound hard, but actually I think most verbs in passato prossimo (past simple) are made with avere... Do you understand everything till now?"

"I think so. But what verbs are then with essere?"

"I guess uhhh maybe uhm. Let's call them "movement verbs". So verbs like partire(to leave), andare(to go), tornare(go back) and arrivare(arrive wow). There are also words that are reflexive. Like innamorarsi (to fall in love) and svegliarsi (to wake up). Reflexive verbs are also conjugated with essere."

"That seems reasonable."

"So take a look at here. Fugo prepared some exercises we can do together and some sheets that could possibly help you. He pointed at a sheet and both of you leaned in closer to the sheet, your faces inches away from each other's and your shoulders touching. A slight blush crept on your face and Mista seemed to notice. He just chuckled at your reaction and leaned back.

"As you can see verbes that end with -are like mangiare usually will end with -ato in the past participle form. So what will it be?"

"Mangiato right?"

"Yeah, exactly. See it ain't that hard." He said and pat your head. You enjoyed this a lot more than Fugo's lessons to be completely honest.

"Let's not forget about irregular verbs."

"Oh-oh."

"So essere, would be one that you might use a lot. So the past participle form of that is stato. But since it's a verb that is conjugated with essere and since you are a girl, this stato would turn into the feminine form which is stata. So in your case, it would be, Sono stata. The same with the reflexive verbs. Here you can see the plural form." He pointed at the paper and you took a look at it.

"Why do I get the feeling that you are enjoying this way too much?"

"It's adorable to hear people like you speak italian. Your accent is adorable." He cooed. You blushed at his comment, you knew from the look of his face that he was completely oblivious to this whole thing, just like your feelings for him.

"So okay. What about a regular verb? Avere. So what would the past participle be for a verb that ends with -ere. Like Avere?"

"Uuuh." You took a quick glance at your papers, but he put his hand over the solution.

"Nah-ah. No peeking. Just try, it doesn't matter if it's wrong." You felt something weird at your hair and heard a high pitched voice whisper into your ear.

"It's avuto" Now you recognized this voice. This is one of Mista's sex pistols. You smiled mischievously before answering.

"Avuto"

"What about dormire?" Once again Mista's sex pistols helped you out.

"Dormito."

"You are doing great. I'm surprised." He teased.

"So let's try something harder. Nascere, prendere, spendere and scrivere.

"Nato, preso, speso and scritto."

"Perfetto." His hand started moving your direction. He gently put his hand on your face making you turn red like a tomato. He then took the strand of your hair that was covering the sex pistols and put it behind your ear, revealing the little stand.

"Number 5! You shouldn't have helped her! She knows it herself." He tried to get number 5 away from you, but he didn't want to let go. Mista stood up and struggled to get the little guy away from you, he leaned in close to you, trying to make a deal with him or something. Little did he know the other ones were at his knees but from behind, with a small ball in their hand. They kicked it, making Mista fall right on you, because the ball hit him exactly at the back of his knee. The sudden weight and the pose he was standing over you before, made the chair fall backwards as well. He hugged your head, to make sure you wouldn't get hurt from the fall. After you fell, he put his hands on either side of your head to support himself as he got up. Your cheeks were radiating heat at this point.

"Come on Mista, stop being so damn oblivious! Just look at her!" All six of them flew to your face and pointed at your face. You hid it behind your hands as well as you could.

"Oh God, are you sick? Did you get hit when we fell?" He asked with a worried tone. You could hear number three facepalm. You felt a hand on yours and he took away yours from your face. He pushed his forehead to yours.

"Your face is incredibly red and it also feels hot. Are you okay?" You could see the pistols from the corner of your eyes and you heard a sigh coming from each of them. You gathered up your courage and you held onto him.

"Ti amo." You whispered. Mista just stared at you and then his surprised expression turned into a huge smile. You felt both his hands on yours and he showered you with kisses straight after.

"Anch'io ti amo, amore mio. (I love you too, my love)" he said before showering you with even more kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your temples, but most importantly your lips. He did take his sweet time kissing you there and he had the most mischievous and the widest smile on his face after seeing your expression.

" I should have helped you with italian more often. I don't want to skip a second of you saying something in this language. It really feels full of love, when you speak it... Even if you don't speak it perfectly." He said and laughed after, getting up and taking you up, bridal style, putting you down on the sofa. He laid down next to you and hugged you tightly. The way he hugged you, gave you the perfect angle to kiss his neck, so you did so, just to see his reaction. He let out a surprised yelp and pushed himself away just enough to be able to look into your eyes. You saw a slight blush on his face and he was just smiling in a really, well, interesting way.

"I would think it through, before I do stuff like this in your place. I don't like having to stop myself and hold myself back, when I get signals from you like this." He said in a teasing voice and chuckled slightly at the end. He hugged you once again and you started giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm just really happy." You said. After this he held onto you even tighter. One of his hands slid to your head and he pushed it even closer to his chest, making sure to not make you feel uncomfortable along the way. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer. You spent the rest of the day together. Speaking italian every now and then, him correcting you every now and again and giving you a kiss straight after so you don't feel that bad. He really is a caring soul.