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

Soup

I just realised this is the 40th chapter already? It really doesn't feel like I've written that much but I suppose we are more than half way through part 5.

Also I can't explain the title, I just felt like it should be called soup :/

'You opened the cap and it hissed as you relieved the intense pressure inside. You raised the can to your sensitive lips and poured the cool liquid in, swallowing it and you felt the drink calm the passionate heat that had developed in the pit of your stomach.'

A few minutes later Bucciarati returned to the turtle with Trish and Giorno, who looked you up and down suspiciously. You pulled a face at him before opening the fridge and gesturing to it, asking if he wanted anything.

He shook his head and turned to Bucciarati who was holding a map and pointing to it.

While they were checking the map you walked over to Abbacchio, looking at him to see if you could figure what was wrong. The hole in his jacket was still there, signifying you hadn't imagined the encounter.

You gently lay you palm against his chest, seeing for yourself if he still had a heartbeat.

You felt a distant beat from under your finger tips and you sighed. You were happy he was alive...but how long would he be like this for? Was he simply unconscious or was he in a coma?

You looked back over to Giorno and Bucciarati who were still talking and looking at the map.

"Then we'll acquire a car immediately. From there, we'll be in Rome within 45 minutes." Bucciarati looked up at Mista who was currently in possession of the turtle.

"All right, got it. Perfect timing. The moon's hidden behind the clouds too." Mista called down.

A few moments past as Narancia and Mista conversed quietly above when all of a sudden they moved quickly, Mista reaching down for his gun.

"There's a stand attack! They were waiting for us! There's an enemy here!" Mista shouted down, panicked. This was followed by some mumbling and you watched through the ceiling porthole as things moved around rapidly.

You faintly heard Narancia call out his stand and it soared up into the sky, crossing your vision for a second.

"Explain the situation, Mista!" Bucciarati shouted up, trying to gauge what had happened.

"My hand just suddenly bubbled up. I have no idea when this shit got on me. It's almost like mold...it's making my skin rip open. It looks like it's coming out from underneath my skin! The same thing came out of the villagers, and their bodies have fallen apart!" Mista called in reply.

"Th-this isn't good, Bucciarati! We can't go up on shore. There's no way we'll make it up the stairs to the parking lot. We're better off getting away from the shore on the boat for now." Narancia turned to the boat.

"Are there any signs of breathing on the shore?" Bucciarati asked authoritatively.

"There's no one on the shore!" Narancia called out desperately.

"Wait, Bucciarati! Until we know what attacked, it's too dangerous to move." Giorno argued.

"I know that if we go up on shore, we're gonna be attacked by whatever this thing is! Giorno!" Narancia leapt down into the boat, holding the turtle in his arms.

You heard something like a burst of wind coming from outside and saw green gas spurting out from Narancia's arms. Then the green mold rapidly spread into the turtle.

You rushed over to where Abbacchio was, pulling him off the sofa and away from the mold, supporting him in your arms.

Apparently that was bad for you as the mold lay it's spores inside of you and began multiplying. You let out a startled scream as it started festering up your hands towards your wrists.