Stranger Things | Bruno B. & Leone A. x M!Reader

XVIII

[Don't Talk To Strangers]
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The water was hot as it poured down his chest and back, washing the sweat off him and cleaning him from all the exercise he did. (Y/n) turned around to wet his hair and sighed in relief when the greasy feeling left his locks then massaging in the shampoo that he brought with him. His peace, however, left just as quickly as the sweat did and the door to the showers opened with a couple of obnoxious voices following as Diavolo and his new friends poured into the steamy room.

(Y/n) avoided looking at the stripped green eyed male, only catching his long hair that was released from its ponytail and now flowing down his shoulders. His head still ached from being shoved to the ground so roughly and his back definitely had a bruise or two on it, a reminder that even though Diavolo didn't want to be noticed, he could be if he wanted to.

Diavolo stopped at the shower next to (Y/n)'s and internally smirked when he seen that he was trying to ignore him, quickly putting up a mock concerned front, "Why the long face? I thought you'd be happy to see me. Especially when I have some new friends." He asked and (Y/n) glanced at him as he washed the soap out of his hair and began to scrub his body with an unintentional vigor. He seen a familiar head of auburn hair and breathed out a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head at the sight.

"I wouldn't call them friends if they'd stab you in the back for hanging out with other people." (Y/n) remarked making Formaggio's cocky grin drop and a glare to settle on his face at the mention of what happened last year that almost got (Y/n) arrested. They still hadn't talked since that day, neither of them wanted to, and this might've been the first time they've even looked at each other since then. (Y/n) couldn't have cared less about him since Bruno became his new confidant and was already ten times better than the asshole that Formaggio will ever be, Bruno encouraged him to make more friends unlike the other teen.

He realized that Formaggio was scared of him dropping him as a friend because whoever he'd become friends with would make him see that he really only cared about the fact that (Y/n) had a big empty house and a lot of daddy's cash to spend on alcohol and other things. Hopefully for Diavolo, he'd be able to figure that out faster than (Y/n) did and didn't suffer through Formaggio's bullshit for six years like him.

Formaggio moved towards the occupied male, ready to start another scuffle that'd end in more blood than satisfaction, but Diavolo was quick to stop him with a raised hand. (Y/n) bit his tongue to keep in any other comments that he would possibly make regret while Diavolo stepped closer to him and looked at him with an intrigued expression on his face.

"While on the topic of friends, who was it that helped you up earlier? A friend, acquaintance, a nice teammate," He listed off titles that could be used to explain the relationship between Abbacchio and him, seeing (Y/n)'s fist clench at the mention and leaning forward with a slight arch in his brow. "Maybe a boyfriend or even a bed warmer? I don't think you're ballsy enough to tell me even if he was." His heart rate picked up from hearing what he said and (Y/n)'s eyes finally looked into Diavolo's green ones.

Leone Abbacchio? This was as unbelievable as him thinking that he was sleeping with Bruno, something he still couldn't quite get to leave his head. He couldn't see himself being with them, not only were they both guys but they'd never look at him like that. He was sure that Abbacchio hated him, that had to be why he never spoke a word to him, and Bruno had so many other great people to be with than a lowlife like him who was still living off his dad's money.

"He's not my boyfriend." He insisted after a moment of silence, or maybe hesitance, and Diavolo seemed to let it sink into his mind before pulling away and standing up straight. (Y/n) wasn't sure if he believed him or not with the way his face didn't change and his gaze flickered away from his, his head turning to tell the other boys something.