Vento Aureo x Reader One-shots

[8] Mista: beauty and the beast, part 2.

Hi, everyone. 
Are you ready for a new chapter of the torture of Hanahaki Disease? 
The next part will be last! 
Let me warns you that the theme is going a bit dark. 

I hope this is good enough. Was kinda confused about what to do in the middle of this part but let the last part reveals anything later. 
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Mista spends his time wisely to have a little chat with you in his spare time. Recharging his energy by listening to your sweet voice. He swears he could listen to you all day then melts away.

"...he bought me a ring."

"How wonderful!" Mista exclaims, pointing out with his dessert fork. "The ring must be exceptionally beautiful. Only befitting for you."

"Thank you." 

Mista nods at your chuckles. 

"Well then, I have to go back to work." 

"Let's chat again, [y/n]~"

You excuse yourself to him and Abbacchio. Mista waves his hand to you with a wide grin on his face. should be enough for today.

"I'm surprised you actually take it so calmly."

"You sayin' something, Abbacchio?" 

Abbacchio pours another serving of tea into his cup. "We thought you're not going to accept it her engagement that is."

"Is that how you guys think of me? I'm hurt. Even I know where my boundary lies."

"You've grown."

"There again you go. Thinking that we're kids," Mista shrugs, "I won't stop loving her though. There's no way I can stop after loving her all these years."

"You'll get even more broken-hearted," Abbacchio warns.

"Oh please~ I'm doing great-khh," Mista coughs, bang the table with his fist while still holding the fork. One hand covering his mouth, he coughs until he bends forward. 

"Oi, Mista, are you okay? Damn it." Abbacchio rubs Mista's back while the gunslinger keeps coughing for the next one minute. He takes a glass of water. "Drink this. You've been coughing these days. You're not okay."

Mista laughs at Ababcchio for answering his own question. He wipes his mouth before taking the offer on a glass of water. "Man, I'm the greatest I am now. You don't have to wor..ry."

"What?"

"Nothing." Mista shakes his head. The water tastes like iron somehow.  

"I don't think you should eat any more cake. We still have things to do today."

"This is fine," Mista says, stabs the cake. "I'm addicted, Abbacchio."

Abbacchio gives up on warning him. Mista delightfully devours the rest of his cake. Ignoring the burn sensation every time he swallows. 

"Wow, the cake's really good today."

"Heuk- blurrgh-"

Mista's hands gripping hard on the sink, eyes look like they would pop off any second, the mouth opens wide with drools slipping. His chest huffing heavily as he glances at the mirror. If his teammates see this, they would freak out. Even on the hardest mission, he never looks this sick. 

A small chuckle escapes his mouth. 

If this is the price he has to pay for loving you, Mista gladly accepts it.

He runs the water running to wash off his mouth and to refresh his face. Would be bad if someone were to notice the state he was in. Having reliable teammates is great but at times like this, he's having a hard time fooling anyone.