Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Oneshots/Imagines

Risotto Nero | Flirt

Requested by: SpicyCury13

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No-one's P.O.V.

"Hey Risotto! Get here!"

In the small, interrogating room was Y/n L/n. One of Team Bucciarati's members and probably one of the most useful out of all of them. She sat on a chair in the room, her eyes covered by a rag to prevent seeing them. Ghiaccio had called the group's leader, Risotto Nero, to bring him over to the door to the room.

"You should go ahead, start interrogating them. Maybe we could even make her join us!" The male suggested, walking away with hands in his pockets. Risotto turned to the door, taking a moment to think up his questions before entering the room, closing the door behind them.

He looked down at the lady. She hadn't summoned her stand yet, that would've been the first decision anyone in this situation would do. So, he had to question. "Why haven't you called out your stand?" He asked, his deep voice cutting through the room's silence.

She lifted her head, sighing heavily. "You've already got me cornered. I know your stand, Nero, and I know that if I try and fight, I'd be digging my grave deeper than it already is." She said.

Risotto lifted a brown, walking in front of her. Just telling by her speech, he was intrigued by her speech, it was like a novel being read out loud, but in such a way... It was alluring.

"What does your stand do?" He spoke, tilting himself down, close to her as he glared at her, inspecting her as if he could see through the rag.

"Fight. And it fights well. More specifically, I use my critical thinking to fight exceedingly well. But right now, it's best if I wait for my chance instead of just out right throwing my fist like a brute." She explained.

Even more curious, he reached behind, untying the rag and letting it slip off, revealing her capturing and dangerously fantastic eyes. He became lost in her gaze, like a raven in a bird-cage, designed for canaries or bluebirds. An unfamiliar feeling entering his heart, leaving him dumbfounded. This couldn't be love, could it? For someone on an entirely different team, for someone he shouldn't be with.

"Nero, heh, you staring. You should stop before anyone comes by." She added. The way she said her name sent shivers up his spine. Risotto backed away, rerouting his eyes away from her charming face.

He glanced back at her, regaining his intimidating confidence and inquired; "Why is one of the most advanced Passione members with them instead of with us or even the Boss's exclusive team?"

"He was the first to offer it to me. Bucciarati saw within me a light apparently, maybe I'd become someone less robotic and learn properly how to interact, maybe it would be like therapy to heal whatever scars made me this way. Though, I will not lie, it'd be interesting if you joined us, and... I'd love to talk to you more. You'd be a very entertaining teammate."

'Is she trying to flirt with me or something? I can't tell, it's as vague as a blurred picture.'

He groaned, aggravated with her responses. "Listen. I did not wish to be toyed with, I just wanted to-" "Oh, I thought that you were enjoying them, told by your red cheeks. You should really hide that, especially when you have such complimentary, porcelain skin."

She was flirting with him. Before she could say anything else, he quickly covered her eyes once more with the rag as she spoke; "Aw, how am I going to see your handsome face through this?"

   Later...

The lady sat in her chair, alone and aware of her situation. It was most likely night, so they must've gone to rest. She sighed, being bored in the room. No books, no friends, just like her other life, it was empty... until.

She heard the door clicking. She turned her head in that direction, hearing light footsteps. Suddenly, the rag was off again, letting her see who did it and whoever was untying her. It was Risotto, using his ability to camouflage.

"Nero, why would you-" "I find you intriguing, but I also don't think you're needed here." He responded quickly. Y/n smiling at this gesture.

Once she had been freed, Risotto guided her to a window, making sure they were stealthy. At the window, Y/n looked over at him with sincere eyes. "I hope for you to join us someday." She then left, leaving Risotto love-struck and outwitted.

This is what happens when I write for characters like this. At first, they'll be weird and then after writing oneshots on them... I start to like the character. Bitch I-

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