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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The rest of the day was uneventful and before you knew it the next morning had rolled around, the team much like many times before was left at the restaurant while Bruno left to do who knows what.
Abbacchio who was currently sitting in the seat just to your right leaned back into his chair, a set of headphones rested over his ears playing music, allowing the man to close his eyes and relax. Across from you Mista rested his face in the palm of his hand mirroring how you also sat, though a book was clutched in his other hand.
Now Fugo and Narancia were doing some learning, the strawberry blond being in the middle of teaching Narancia how to do some math equations while the teen just let out a huff, "Hey Fugo. It's such a nice day outside. It wouldn't hurt to skip out on studying for one day. I'm just not feeling it today."
Letting out a hum and deciding to watch the scene play out, you learned a while back how serious Fugo was about teaching and that the request would most likely get shot down right away. A waiter at this time also came over carrying a tray with four slices of cake, the desert practically making your mouth water.
"Listen, Narancia. You're amazing. It's hard to ask someone to teach you something when you haven't really been to grade school." Leaning over the table and patting the raven haired teens shoulder Fugo continued. "But you even learned your multiplication tables! You can do this. Just as I've taught you. You've got a good head on your shoulders."
Now that was where it went downhill, Narancia could barely remember to tie his own laces let alone remember multiplication tables. But you were quite pleased with Fugo's praise and attempt to get Narancia to answer the question. "Okay, ready? What's six times five?" Raising up the paper resting on the table before him and holding it up you could make out a sixteen and a fifty five.
"Six times five...six and five...thirty?" Sitting up from his slouched position and answering with that Narancia was praised right away.
"Correct! See? I knew you could do it!" A smile was set out across the blonds expression, "You're basically halfway there!" Narancia seemed rather pleased with this perking up almost instantly.
Watching the two talk some more, your eyes trailed towards Mista who'd begun rambling about how there were four slices of cake, his superstitious nature right away shining through as he explained why four was such a bad number much like what happened with the pizza a while ago.
Standing up from his seat and stepping around Mista, Abbacchio made his way behind grabbing a slice of cake then another returning back to his seat. The man wordlessly placed the second plate before you, not even sparing a glance.
"God Mista if you're so worried then just don't eat any then." Putting in your two sense and cutting into the cake before you, you let out a hum at the sweetness. The gunslinger let out a whine at this but before he could speak you chimed in once more, "There's two pieces left, you can still have one of those. It's not four." Motioning back at the deserts you nodded to yourself.
