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"B-But you said...th-that if I stayed still...y-you wouldn't do anything..." The man's expression was wild, eyes rolling around every which way while blood continued to pour like a broken fire hydrant from the side of his head.
"Oh, please. Do you really think you'd be that lucky? A piece of shit like you?"
The angered green haired man quickly bounded towards Giorno, fist raised. "Y-You're so mean!" Before anything else could leave the man's lips, Golden Experience began firing punches at the man, the word 'muda' continuously left after each punch. The barrage of punches went on for some time before the man was finally pushed off the edge of the building.
Leaning over the edge and watching the man plummet into a garbage truck your attention pried itself away from the truck back towards the two behind you. With quick precise steps you neared Giorno's side seeing that he'd closed his eyes.
"You did good." Murmuring that out softly and resting a hand lightly across his shoulder, your stand once again flowed through the palm of your hand, the use of it throughout the day was really testing it's limits.
Still having his eyes closed he gave a faint nod appreciating how quick you were to fix any damage that'd been done during the first fight. It wasn't expected of you to show up- but now that you were there he could only really be thankful.
The pain in his body was still prominent but he could feel each thing dull before the pain disappeared entirely. Everything appeared to have healed up much faster than he recalled, which led him to the assumption that you were really pushing your stand to optimize its ability. The after effects being something that nobody knew about- including yourself.
"You shouldn't push yourself. I think I can finish the rest." Moving to lift your hand off of his shoulder the blond gave you a look in reassurance, though his attire and face were still bloody, you could tell that most of the damage had been fixed leading you to give him a faint hum in understanding.
"You shouldn't push yourself either. That list of injuries was long and you quite literally fell out of a helicopter." Pointing up towards where the vehicle was a knowing look crossed your expression, you were aware he just didn't want you to overuse your stand. But that was something that was going to happen regardless.
You were prepared to use it as much as needed.
Having been subconsciously fixing whatever injuries the blond had left, your attention shifted towards Number Five who'd called out to the two of you. "Mista's waking up!" Watching the stand go and continue calling out his user's name, you tugged away from Giorno seeing as he still held onto your wrist.
"Oi! Don't sit up yet dummy!" Right away kneeling by the gunslingers side you watched him rub at the sides of his head letting out a groan, "You're still healing." Adding that you rested a hand on the center of his back providing him some form of support. A cough left him in response and he raised a hand to wipe away the blood trailing out from his mouth.
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Saviour
FanfictionFate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those? Who's to say your story ends there? (Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader) Disclaimer: There will be spoilers. (Following the anime) I do not ow...