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

Hotel

I thought a change of scenery would be a good addition to this story since most of the time Trish has been in the turtle. As the title suggests they're going to stay in a hotel to rest over night.

Fair warning: it's not going to be all convenient where (y/n) just miraculously ends up in the same room as Bucciarati, I am trying to keep it somewhat realistic and I need the story to keep it's pace and not suddenly lurch forward! Hope you understand ^_^

That being said there is some Bucciarati content in here :)
(I've proof read this so hopefully there aren't any mistakes ^_^)

'"...I don't know...all I could focus on was how close he was..." You raised your cold palms to your cheeks, trying to cool them down.

"Do you like him?"'

Initially, Trish's question had taken you by surprise. 'Do I  like him?' You had thought to yourself that night, laying awake on the sofa inside the turtle, staring up at the roof of the car through the ceiling. You had noticed that if you shifted your head you were able to look out the window and up into the dark night sky, so you had fallen asleep doing so.

The following morning had been thoroughly awkward, for you at least. It was Bucciarati's shift for driving and you had already slept, leaving the rest of the team aside from Abbacchio to sleep in the turtle and rest.

As you had predicted, Abbacchio wasn't much of a talker on journeys and so you spent the day looking out the window, counting how many blue cars you saw.

It was beginning to get dark again when Fugo appeared from the shell, jump-scaring you horrendously. "Hey, Bucciarati... Trish needs to go to the toilet and won't stop complaining about the sleeping arrangements." Fugo started, nervously you might add.

Bucciarati nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. "She was demanding a proper bed to sleep in, or at least a night to recover...so Narancia and Mista thought it might be a good idea to spent the night in a hotel...just so she quietens down..." Fugo suggested, getting a bit annoyed at the mention of Trish's persistence.

Bucciarati's expression didn't change but his hands tightened around the steering wheel. "It's also quite difficult to sleep when she keeps on talking about the Hotel idea..." Fugo added hesitantly. The driver remained silent.

"Hey, Bucciarati, it might not be a half bad idea. We're all exhausted from the previous encounters, it would give us all time to recover and sort out a game plan incase we meet any more hitmen as well as shutting Trish up." Abbacchio murmured, you glared at him when he mentioned Trish.

Bucciarati sighed, "Very well, if most of you are in favour of this idea I suppose we can afford to spend one night to catch up on rest..." He gave in.

"I saw a sign for a hotel not too far back..." you began, Fugo and Abbachio looked over to you. "If I remember correctly, if you take the next left off this highway and continue for a couple of miles you should get to one...I'm pretty sure it said it was either a four or five star..." You recited what the sign had said.

"I suppose we'll be staying there then. Fugo, go back in and tell the others that we'll be spending the night in a hotel." Bucciarati ordered and Fugo dropped back in. You rested your cheek on your hand, looking out of the window as the landscape rushed past.

-Time skip brought to you by Trish's complaints-

It was now nightfall and you'd all unpacked what little you had with you into your hotel rooms. It had been decided that since you and Trish were both female it would be best for you to room together. Bucciarati, Mista and Giorno would be in the room on the left of yours while Abbacchio, Narancia and Fugo would room on the right. Essentially you and Trish would be in the safest place, with the rest of the team surrounding you on either side.