JJBA Oneshots

Leone Abbacchio; Black Coffee.

A/N: PLEASE LEAVE REQUESTS!!! You can either comment or private message me, I don't mind. I'll do Lemons, Hard Lemons, Or regular Oneshots(angst, fluff, etc etc) I'm struggling so hard to come up with anything right now and I would sure appreciate the help!
Very short and simple. I love our Abba boy❤ I didn't like his character much at first but as I continued to watch the series I developed a soft spot for him. I'm rewatching Jojo with my boyfriend because he's never seen it before and we recently watched episode 28(I believe) of Golden Wind and it hit me so hard ):
I would die for this man.

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You shifted uncomfortably in bed, now opened eyes being met with the early morning sun peaking from the blinds, which made your head slightly ache.
You were not a morning person, not at all, but when your boyfriend finally got days off from his job and was able to stay home all day, you woke up when he did;
8AM.

You always wondered why the white-haired bastard never slept in on his days off. You knew he was tired all the time, but despite that he still managed to function like a perfectly normal human- well, as normal as Leone Abbacchio could be.
You couldn't imagine!

Anyway, today was one of those days. One of those days where he was able to stay home and neither of you did anything, you just existed, together in the same house. It seems anti-climactic, you knew, but you really treasured these kind of days. Although, apparently you had been a little late to wake out of your hibernation-like slumber. Abbacchio had already woken up, and hopped in the shower. You pouted mentally, because maybe if you had woken up on time, he would've let you join him. Either way, you were awake now, and it was time to start your day of doing absolutely nothing with your most favorite person in the world.

You didn't bother changing out of your pajamas, as this was how you two normally stayed dressed on these lazy days. You tied your currently unbrushed hair into a messy bun with a  hairtie that resided on the bedside table, and sauntered your way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen, to make your boyfriend breakfast like you normally would when he was home.

You pulled out a carton of eggs and dolloped two into a buttered, frying pain. The heat bubbled and you began cooking his eggs the way he liked them; sunny side up. You toasted two pieces of bread to accompany them, as well. You began brewing a pot of coffee in the expensive coffee-machine he had purchased last year for christmas, as a gift to you- although it was more like, a gift for him.
You moved onto your breakfast after his was fully finished and by the time you had finished yours, the coffee was done brewing. You hoped he wouldn't take too much longer in the shower, because you didn't want neither his food, or his coffee to get cold!

Abbacchio liked his coffee plain black, no sugar, no creamer, and only a few teaspoons of milk. You doctured it up the way he enjoyed it into the mug he drank his coffee out of everytime, and then you sat both plates of breakfast and his coffee down onto the breakfast-island.

You only sat around playing with the food on your plate with a fork for a few minutes before you heard the bathroom-door upstairs, close. His heavy feet padded down the stairs, and it wasn't long before two strong, familiar arms wrapped around you as you sat on one of the islands-stools.

"You made breakfast?." He rested his chin ontop of your head, and tiny water droplets from his tied-back hair fell onto your skin and clothes, but you couldn't care less. You were with him, and that was all that mattered.

"Like I always do." You smiled, resting back against him. He planted a kiss on your forehead and then moved to the seat next to you.

He dug into his plate like he was a starved animal, and in his defense, it had been a while since he had a hot, home-cooked breakfast. As he raised his mug to his lips, you watched. You always grew slughtly nervous when he would take the first sip of his coffee, even though you'd known how he liked it. It was always a worry that you'd mistakenly get it wrong one morning and he'd remake it himself; which wasn't a big deal for him, but it was for you.

"Is it okay, Abba?." You asked, as he swallowed the liquid and sat his mug back down on the counter.

He looked at you with a small smile on his face, and his yellow eyes gleamed slightly. Oh, how you had missed the way he looked at you.

"It's just the way I like it, Mia Bella."