Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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Having your legs thrown over the back of the couch, the rest of your body hung upside down, a long sigh left your lips. That morning's events still weighed down your mind having been the one to explain everything since Mista was currently out of commission.
"Can you stop sighing already? You've done it several times." Moving your eyes away from the ceiling and towards the white haired man beside you, you merely sighed once more just to spite him. Though when he reached out tossing your legs forward off the couch did you let out a whine falling to the floor.
"Always so mean." Pushing yourself off the carpet and standing up your crossed your arms shaking your head at the man.
"Always so annoying." Using your own words against you but changing the last one he merely just rolled his eyes flipping the page of whatever magazine he was reading, your stand once again fluttering through the air before him occasionally landing on the page he was on.
Normally he'd make a comment about it and try to shoo it away, but you've noticed he didn't seem to mind the bugs presence lately and in fact even seemed calmer in it.
Clicking your tongue and looking around the room you could see that everyone else was in a calm or sleepy state. Fugo was reading much like Abbacchio though it was a paperback book presumably one of some sort of history since you'd taken notice that he was into that sort of thing.
Narancia was laying on the living room carpet practically out cold, he didn't really do much before falling asleep, but you simply pushed it off as the day feeling much longer than it really was.
Maneuvering yourself around the furniture and black haired boy, you trailed into the hallway. Mista's room was your destination recalling that the man had gone straight there instead of letting out check up on his injuries.
He did fall seven floors after all.
Stopping before his door and giving it a light knock you heard a muffled 'come in'. Pushing open the door and peering in you let out a hum catching sight of Mista laying face down on his bed, the light blue sheets were barely tugged over him and a mere grumble game from the man.
"You doing okay?" Asking that softly and closing the door behind you, you drifted closer towards the bed seating yourself just beside where he was laying. A hand was extended out after resting on his upper back and moving in a sort of comforting motion.
"Everything hurts." His words were muffled by the blankets but you understood what he was saying rather quickly, "I should've just gotten you to patch me up before trying to take a nap." Propping himself up a bit and rolling onto his back he blinked up at you.
"You should've, but I'm here now so let me fix you." Hearing you say that he nodded lightly, you were always quite gentle when it came to treating injuries. But that was to be expected from a medic.
