JoJo's Bizzare Adventure One-shots

~First Impressions (Giorno Giovanna)~

Spoilers: ( None )

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It was just another regular day for Buccarati's gang, gathering at their usual spot in the restaurant as they ordered their meals.

"Hey Fugo, the weather outside is so nice. It wouldn't be so bad to skip one day of studying, would it?"

Narancia lays his head down on the white circular table, whining as he drummed his fingers on it.

The blond boy shook his head at his response, a calm look plastered on his face.

" I know you can do it Narancia-" He lifts up a notepad, showing the boy a simple two by two digit multiplication- "Look, what's five times six?"

(F/n) stopped reading the book in her hands, preparing herself for another rampage event that may happen soon. She glanced at the raven-haired boy beside her, muttering 'five times six' multiple times while deep in thought.

"Thirty?" He answered, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"See! I know you can do it."
A small grin formed on Fugo's mouth.

"Ohhh! Thirty!"

Now brimming with confidence, Narancia takes the notepad on Fugo's hand and started scribbling down his answer.

"Hey! What the heck is that?! " Mista points to the silver cart, where four slices of strawberry shortcake was place neatly on a white plate.

"It's a strawberry short cake." Fugo nonchalantly replied as he stared at the cake.

"I know, I'm not blind." The gun-wielder rolled his eyes.

"So what's wrong with it?" (F/n) asks, tucking a lock of her (h/c) hair behind her left ear.

"There's nothing wrong with the cake. What's wrong is the number of slices there are!"

He slams his fist on the table, his eyes brimming with mixture of fear and anger.

"There are four slices of cake, FOUR! Do they want me dead?!"

"Again with this, Mista?" Fugo leans back to his chair, not bothering to look at him in the eye.

"You moron! Picking one from them can bring bad luck! Choosing five is fine. Three is fine as well but FOUR?!"

Mista started rambling on about how the number four was essentially the number of bad luck as Fugo calmly rebutts on all of his statements.

Abbachio, the grey-haired man who sat across (F/n), stood up and proceeded to walk towards the cart and picked up one strawberry short cake before returning to his seat. Since he had his headphones on, he was quite oblivious with the ongoing conversation between the blond and the gun-wielder.

"Geez, then don't eat it."

"BUT I WANNA EAT STRAWBERRY SHORT CAKE!"

"I did it!" Narancia announces, cutting off the dispute between the two as he held up the notepad towards Fugo's direction.

"Oh! You're finished? Then let's take a look."

He grabs the notepad from him.

"What is this?" The blond stares at the notepad, the answer written on it was clearly incorrect.

Narancia, still brimming with self-confidence, lets out a laugh.

"Am I right?"

(F/n) watched as the expression on Fugo's face went from calm to omnimous in a click of a finger.