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

Reminiscent

Sorry the last chapter was a bit angsty ^_^

[Future me here: this one is more angsty, sorry :/]

So when Abbacchio starts talking about you I would suggest listening to 'Russia 1989' from the 'The Umbrella Academy' soundtrack. It just helped me get in the mood to write it and will help with the idea of what everything looked like (I've put a small note for the suggested time ^_^ )

'You turned around when you reached the top of the stairs. "I don't know. Just getting away from you, Capo." You spoke and then turned, descending the stairs.'

THIRD P. O. V.

Bucciarati stood completely frozen as you disappeared from view, down the stairs. He was stunned; shocked.

"(y/n)..." There was a tremble in his voice and his arm lifted from his side to reach forward but he stopped himself.

"Come on. Pull yourself together, Bruno... She knows how to take care of herself..." He muttered to himself before warping inside in order to notify the others.

'Should I tell Abbacchio...? He's still not recovered...' Bucciarati thought, biting down on his lip painfully hard.

"Bucciarati?" Bucciarati looked up to see Giorno looking at him, a bit confused and worried.

"How's (y/n)?" He asked, having sensed something was off before you left.

Bucciarati remained silent, not knowing how to say you'd walked off...without his permission.

"She..." Bucciarati started but trailed off when both Narancia and Mista came over.

"Is something wrong, Bucciarati?" Mista asked, noting the tense atmosphere.

"(y/n)...she's gone on ahead, is all." Bucciarati spoke, not quite meeting the members' eyes.

The rest of the gang remained quiet, not knowing how to react.

"...by your orders?" Giorno broke the silence, looking directly at Bucciarati, inspecting him.

Bucciarati hesitated before nodding, keeping on a poker face.

He felt the guilt rising like bile but held it down, it was his duty to do whatever it took to keep the team safe and stable. Them knowing that you had left, directly disobeying him would not only undermine his leadership but the others might panic or insist to go after you, he was thinking of Abbacchio in this particular scenario.

Bucciarati wasn't a fool, he knew how much Abbacchio cared for you, how much he would give of himself to protect you.

As if on cue, Abbacchio grumbled and sat up, looking around the room. "Where's (y/n)?" He asked, not sensing anything was wrong.

"She's gone on ahead to scout out the area." Narancia piped up and hopped over to Abbacchio to help him stand. Abbacchio shook away Narancia's helping hands and stood up, now realising the odd vibe in the room.

"Bucciarati, I feel fine so let me go with her." Abbacchio walked over, respectfully asking before acting independently.

"No, that won't be necessary...she's already left..." Bucciarati explained, being careful of how he phrased his words.

Abbacchio raised an eyebrow. "By herself...without telling us?" Without showing it on his face, Bucciarati could tell Abbacchio realised something was amiss.

"That's correct." Bucciarati replied confidently though a little hesitant. Abbacchio watched him carefully for a moment then walked over to the table, preparing to leave.