We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Growing up

Alrighty, this chapter follows the story line of when they're in the train so it in necessary and not one if the relaxed chapters. It is however, mainly dialogue so fair warning there's a lot of talking in this ^_^

'"Thanks," he reached out his hand to take it, your fingers touching subtly. He then turned and made his way over to a seat on the opposite side of the room. You quickly bent down to close the fridge door, trying to cool your heated face.

Narancia was on look out duty, staring up to the top of the room you were in.'

~timeskip maybe half an hour into the train journey~

Mista walked over to the refrigerator, "Oi! Narancia! You want anything?" He called over his shoulder towards Narancia, who just grumbled in reply.

"There are only cold drinks, but there's cola, mineral water, carbonated, non-carbonated, apple juice, orange juice and pineapple juice... Hey! are you even listening?!" Mista looked over to where Narancia was stood.

"Huh? What was that?" Narancia called back, cupping his hand to his ear.

"I'm asking if you want something to drink!" Mista replied impatiently. "Why don't you get some rest while you're at it. You look pretty tired. I'll keep an eye on the ceiling." Mista offered.

"Oh, okay!" You looked up at Narancia. He looked very tired indeed.

"My shoulders suddenly feel stiff, and my back hurts... There we go..." Narancia mumbled as he made his way over to a chair and sat down. "Narancia you sound like an old man!" You laughed casually.

He ignored you and continued, "I'd really like something warm... Something that won't upset my stomach." He was speaking with a decent amount of volume.

"I told you, there are only cold drinks in here! You never listen, do you?" Mista accused, somewhat annoyed.

You kept your eyes on Narancia.

"I'll just eat this banana, then...", he grumbled, dissatisfied.

You stayed silent for a moment before talking, "Narancia, can you hear me?" You spoke in a low voice. Not a whisper, it was loud enough for Mista to hear but didn't reach your normal level of noise.

Narancia ignored you again.

"Man, gardens like these make me sigh.... They're so calming... They're so beautiful... I'd love to drown in nostalgia and think back on when I was a kid while I just lay out in the sun in a garden just like this." He continued wistfully.

"Narancia?" You tried again a little louder. Mista looked over at you from the other side of the room, wondering what you were doing. His attention moved back to Narancia when he licked his finger to turn the page.

"Hey, stop that! Licking your fingers before you turn the page is gross!" Mista protested. "Huh? Did I do that?" Narancia asked.

"Literally just a few seconds ago." You raised your voice to the same volume as Mista's.

"Oh! (y/n), I thought you were asleep!" He smiled over at you, you didn't smile back. Instead you stood up from your corner and made your way over to him, placing a hand on his forehead.

"Narancia...you might be getting sun stroke...your forehead feels rather warm." You put your hands on his cheeks and lifted his face up so you could get a better look at him.

You let out a startled gasp, grabbing Mistas attention. You backed away a little. Narancia let out a series of coughs. You could see small flecks of blood landing on his hand.