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

Attack on Venice

Does this story count as mature?
I didn't put it down as mature because I had no intention of taking the story this far but now I think about it, I probably should switch it, oh dear.

Apologies for not posting for almost two weeks, I had food poisoning and college has started again >_<

'I want to take things further with you, Bucciarati.'

Bucciarati stared down at you, stunned. His eyes were wide, his lips were parted and his fingers were trembling on your shoulders.

His face relaxed down into a warm smile and he brought you in for a hug once again.

"You make me so happy, (y/n). I'm so glad you feel the same." He whispered before pulling away.

"We need to find the others." He gripped your shoulders firmly and you were broken out of the world inside his eyes. You nodded your head and you both turned to the Colosseum.

"(y/n), we don't know how many others there are here, for all we know the rest of the boss' elite guard could already be here. We must move swiftly. I'll go on ahead, I'm relying on you to find and rendezvous with the others to bring them in, okay?" Bucciarati turned to you, checking you had understood his instructions.

"Bucciarati, are you sure? Will you be okay by yourself?" You asked, very worried for him in case he ran into any enemies while the two of you were separated.

"I'll be fine, now hurry."

You both made your way across the roads, looking before you crossed. However, when you got to the Colosseum, you turned to go search for the rest of the gang while Bucciarati continued on inside.

You held eye contact for a moment, before he disappeared inside the Colosseum, beneath it's arches and hurrying into the centre.

'Please, let him be okay.'

You began running round the side of the colosseum, attempting to spot the others, keeping your ears out for any sounds they might make.

"Abbacchio! Mista! Giorno?" You called out, hoping for a reply to guid you to them.

"(Y/N)?"

You rounded the corner and met with Mista who was looking around expectantly, his gun in his hands and ready to attack.

"Where are the others?" You stopped running and took a couple of deep breaths to steady your breathing.

"Giorno's behind the pillar, staying on look-out. Abbacchio and Narancia should be inside the turtle." Mista replied, still a little shocked at your sudden appearance.

"Did you find Bucciarati? Abbacchio came back and said the two of you would be "talking" something over." Mista questioned, holding up his fingers as he said 'talking' and you rolled your eyes at typical Abbacchio behaviour.

"Yeah, we talked about some things. More to the point though, he's gone on ahead so as to save time and meet up with whoever will be waiting for us. He told me to come and find you guys to group up, check everyone was okay." You explained.

"I'm going to get the other guys out, it would be best if we're all ready to act at short notice." You looked around for the turtle.

"Giorno has the turtle..." Mista told you, rather nervously and with a wary smile. You sighed and wandered over to Giorno.

"Giorno. Turtle." You held out your hand and scowled at him as he turned around, not completely paying attention to you.

"Where's Bucciarati?" He asked back, holding onto the turtle, deliberately keeping it away from you.