Heart Strings (Passione x Reader)

Chapter Four

You and Giorno had both rested deeply all night and your mother didn't dare bother you two, but she did make sure to get a *few* pictures. But that meant when your alarm clock screeched in your ear you slammed the top of your head into Giorno's chin, successfully waking both of you up in a mix of shock and pain.

"I-I'm so sorry Giorno!" You shouted, still groggy from this morning as you flung yourself backwards on the bed, away from possibly ramming into the confused boy again.

Rubbing his chin with a slight twinge of pain but still he smiled, "don't worry about it." His golden hair had gotten undone during the night and his braid was still dismembering as he shifted out of bed, the front curls becoming loose and drooping down his forehead.

"You can use the bathroom to get ready." You offered, adjusting your f/c sweater. "I don't think I have any clothes that will fit you though." You muttered, looking guiltily at his wrinkled clothes.

He brushed it aside, "sorry for causing a bother, hope it's okay I use the washer and dryer?" You nodded, thoughts still clouded from sleep as you dragged your unresponsive legs to your dresser. You heard the door click closed behind you as you undressed, quickly pulling on some black skinny jeans and white button up, too tired to think clearly as your bed head was ravenous. Knowing that would take most of your time you went to work with a drowsy sigh.

Being pulled out of your concentration, you picked up your phone as it buzzed on the dresser.

Nara🍊: Hey y/n I'm about to leave for school, wanna walk together?

Y/N: Sure! I'm not quite ready, the door's unlocked if you arrive early.

You quickly set down your phone with a minuscule grin and tiredly pulled a black beanie over your head in defeat. Tugging on your usual shoes, you smiled up at Giorno as he stepped out of the bathroom, a crimson shade immediately devouring your face as you noticed he was only covered with a white towel. His defined abs on display in front of you.

Both huh? Giorno pondered to himself, "my clothes are in the dryer, bathroom's all yours if I can change in your room." You could only manage a half nod as you slipped in the compact bathroom behind him, immediately splashing your face with icy water with a sigh.

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You plopped your toothbrush into the small, plastic cup as you heard the doorbell 'ding'. Confused, you trotted to the door and swung it open, revealing a smiley Narancia with a half peeled orange cupped in his hand as his other hand went to work to finish peeling it.

"Morning, my little orange." You beamed, gesturing for him to enter as he handed you half of the freshly peeled orange.

"I brought breakfast." He grinned, plopping down on the couch as you thanked him. "You almost ready?"

"I thought you didn't mind being late?" You laughed, sitting on the ground next to the couch as he had stretched out and fully covered it. "Oh and I'm ready, but we gotta wait on Giorno."

Narancia's smile faltered from a twinge of jealousy, but he quickly bit into his orange again, Giorno was one of his closest friends after all and he didn't fully understand these odd feelings. "He's still here?"

"Yeah, we passed out watching Family Guy." You held back a laugh, "we're sixteen after all, can't blame us." Narancia sighed out of relief, a chuckle mixed in as he finished chomping up his orange.

"Oh and y/n?" Narancia caught your attention as you plopped the last slice of your half of the flavorful orange into your mouth and tilted your head to the side. "Don't choke because of a joke of us having intercourse again."

Yeah, you definitely choked, literally. Your face was prominently scarlet from both being absolutely flustered and lack of air flow, Giorno had luckily rushed out at that moment and began performing the heimlich on you as Narancia sprung up from his drowsy position.

Once you coughed out a half chewed orange slice, Narancia rushed to your side as Giorno spoke. "What happened?" He looked down worriedly at you, locking eyes immediately as your blush deepened.

"N-nothing!" You stammered, "why don't we start walking to school?" Both boys reluctantly agreed as you locked the door behind them, f/c bag dangling from your shoulder.

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As you approached the school doors, Trish dashed up to you with an excited grin. "Morning!" She called, falling in step with the three of you as her coral hair settled back into place.

"Good morning." You smiled back, weaving through the two boys to walk beside her, your steps still mirroring Giorno's. She had switched out her previous top for a jet black tank top that drew heavy similarity.

"Did Mista behave yesterday? I didn't hear from you after, you worried me." She sheepishly scratched the back of her neck as you smiled at her protective nature.

"Cute sweater." A rosy dusting danced on your s/c cheeks as you nodded, "Y-yeah! Don't worry, I trust him Trish." You reassured her, gaining a curious look. "I mean h-he won't try anything!" You awkwardly giggled, your blush deepening a bit as you departed. To your disappointment, your lockers happened to be on separate ends of the school because of the grade difference.

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The bell signaling for lunch finally went off as you prepared to trudge through the human infested place and find your salvation in a cramped grey lunch table.

"Wait." You whispered to yourself, double checking your bag to confirm your suspicions. I forgot my lunch money, on the SECOND day. Disappointed, you let your head hang down to the ground as you wandered the lunchroom mindlessly.

"Come on." You heard a gruff voice from behind you mutter, Abbacchio? He clamped his hand down on your wrist, pulling you behind him through the crowd, slightly annoyed.

Once you arrived at the table, you frantically apologized to Abbacchio who only shook it off and told you to just sit down as he edged you down in the empty seat next to Narancia.

"Great to see you y/n!" Bucciarati smiled, looking down at the empty table in front of you. "Where's your food?"

"U-uh I forgot my money." You tried to play it cool, mixing in a laugh but it didn't get past him at all as he offered you half his plate of food. "I can't take all that!" You rushed over your words, sliding the plate of food back over to him.

Narancia nudged your left side and held out another couple slices of orange. "I can sense when there's a trap, my little orange, I'm not letting my guard down again." You sent him a playful glare, truthfully scared to choke on an orange again especially in such a public place. You knew you'd never live it down.

"Just take it y/n, you're hungry, aren't you?" Bucciarati urged, standing up to hand deliver you half of his plate.

"I'm not even a bit hungry, please don't use up your lunch for me." You fibbed, a bead of sweat rolling from your forehead down to your cheek.

"You sure?" Bucciarati gave you one last chance but you only nodded. He leaned down, setting the plate of food on the grey table and shifting his face next to yours, dragging his tongue up your cheek and smirking. "Liar, now eat up." He walked back to his seat next to Abbacchio with a sly smile, leaving you stunned.

"What just-"

"He can tell when you're lying by your sweat." Giorno quickly explained, eyeing Bucciarati as he knew the boy had dragged it out longer than necessary.

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"Whatever, wanna come in for a bite to eat or a drink? I really shouldn't let you walk home without anything." You began rambling to yourself as he slipped in beside you.

"I'd be good with just a kiss." Mista whispered, pinning you against the front door with a smirk.