Adventure With You (Bucciarati x Female Reader)

"I'll Always Be With You."

Everyone was busy preparing for tomorrow's fight. Giorno relayed the message to you a while later, but he told you to just rest up, to gain strength for tomorrow, that was an order from Bucciarati. You obliged.

You eventually drifted into sleep, only to wake up later in the night.

You felt stiff laying in bed for almost the entire day, so you decided to take a walk. It was hard to manage, but you were determined.

You went to Bucciarati's office, but he wasn't there. You walked around the house a while longer, eventually running into Narancia.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed, a little shocked to see you out of bed. "What are you doing?"

You were happy to see him.

"I was wondering where Bucciarati was? He wasn't in his office."

"Oh, Bucciarati? He's probably in his room."

You nodded, "alright, thank you Narancia."

You wanted to head off but for some reason, your body automatically walked up to him, giving him a hug. As if it was saying this would be the last time you get to conversate with him like this. As if you were saying goodbye.

He didn't know how to respond, so he just patted your back gently, accepting your hug.

You let go, walking away. "Goodnight, Narancia."

"Goodnight, y/n."

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Soon, you made it to Bucciarati's room. It took a lot more energy than you thought and you were practically out of breath. You managed a small knock on the door.

"Come in." You heard his voice.

You smiled from this, opening the door.

You saw Bucciarati sitting in the windowsill, the bright moonlight illuminating his figure.

He looked at you, surprised to see you. "Y/n!" He was about to get up, but you put a hand up.

You walked to him instead.

He held out a hand to you, helping you keep upright.

"What are you doing?" He asked, a little annoyed to see you like this. He wanted you to rest but here you were again, causing work for yourself.

"Bruno," you started.

He waited for you to continue.

"Are you okay?" You asked, in a soft voice.

At that moment, just that one question was enough to make his eyes well up.

He hadn't realized how much stress he was carrying on his shoulders. He looked away, but you caught the tear rolling down his cheek.

You enveloped him into a tight hug, stroking his hair, trying to calm his trembling body. He made the quietest sobs. It truly broke your heart.

The man in your arms, always confident, so bold, so calm, was now showing you his vulnerability. You didn't think he was weak. In fact, you thought the opposite.

You couldn't help but think over and over how strong he was, even now. You loved everything about him, even the sides he didn't want you seeing. You wanted to take all his pain away, you wanted to sooth him, comfort him.

"Shhhh. It's okay, everything will be okay. I'll always be by your side." You whispered, which only caused him to cry harder.

He gripped your sleeve, burying his face into your chest. You continued to stroke his hair, "shhhh," you whispered, continuing to be there for him.

After a while, he calmed down, and his head was in your lap. You kept playing with his hair, your touches putting him to ease.

You two remained silent for a long time, taking in each other's presences, as if it were for the last time. He found your hand, and soon your fingers intertwined, his hand gently squeezing yours.

After a while, his grip loosened.

You looked down at him, as you noticed he was now sleeping.

You couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked.

You leaned down, giving him a gently, deep kiss. You slowly parted from his lips, leaning back up and looking out the window.

"I'll always be with you." You whispered.