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

Valentine's Day Special: Part One

Umm, hellooo! Sorry I haven't posted for the last two days I was busy working on this ^_^

So this is on a Sunday which is the day I usually take a break on but it's Valentine's Day and I wanted to write a short story for it just as a special thing I guess ^_^

This is not going along with the story, it's just a one shot I guess?

So I'm dividing this up into three parts: Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner/Supper/Tea

This is the first part and I'll post the others throughout the day ^_^

[Breakfast]

Your eyes cracked open and were met with orange sunlight pouring through the tops of the clear window. You usually slept with your curtains open as it allowed you to look out into the deep night and drift away into the stars as you fell asleep. It also helped you wake up on time for missions since you hated alarm clocks.

You had managed to sort out the spare room in Bucciarati's house and the bed had arrived, allowing you to sleep in your own quarters as opposed to the small bed at the end of Narancias room.

You yawned and rolled out of bed, pulling the duvet off with you as you slid onto the cold floor. You ended up falling back asleep while on the ground, only waking up when the sun had risen far enough to brush against your closed eyes, the warmth of it's rays shimmering over your eyelids.

For the second time you woke up and stretched, rubbing your head as you stood up, careful to not slip over. You looked at the clock on your bedroom wall, the time being a little before seven in the morning.

You wandered silently down the corridor to the bathroom, hurriedly cleaning yourself up then tip toeing back to your room, wrapped in a deep blue towel.

You searched through your wardrobe for something comfortable to wear and lazily threw some clothes on, not too bothered about how you looked or how much skin was showing. You'd gotten used to being around the guys and it seemed they'd also adjusted to your presence.

Once you'd finished getting dressed you slipped on a pair of slippers and glided down the hallway, down the stairs. You paused at the bottom as you smelt something on the air and began to follow it to the kitchen.

Despite having washed yourself up and gotten dressed you still felt the drapes of fatigue weighing down your shoulders as you bumbled over to the kitchen, relying solely on your sense of smell to navigate throughout the house.

You were met with the endearing sight of Bruno poised elegantly over the pan, preparing a meal of some sort, wrapped neatly in an apron with his hair tied back in a loose pony tail.

You smiled and wobbled forward, wrapping your arms around his stomach and pressing yourself onto his back. You nuzzled your cheek into the muscles on his back and you felt the vibrations of his chuckle pass through you, warming your heart.

"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead." He laughed as you rested your head on his back, keeping your arms tied around his waist possessively.

You stood on top toes and peered over his shoulder to see what he was making: scrambled eggs. They smelt delightful.

"Can we eat breakfast together?" You mumbled into his clothing. "I can't hear you if you're just going to talk to my back." He laughed at your lethargic behaviour.

You moved your head so that your head was propped up on your chin. "I said I wanted to eat breakfast with you." You repeated, looking up pleadingly into his eyes.