JJBA Oneshots

Giorno Giovanna; Comfort.

A/N: TW; Lemon🍋, Pretty fluffy tbh.
REQUESTED BY Amaterasuki. Thank you so much for requesting! I think I did a pretty good job with this request and I'm super proud of it! I hope you enjoy! Apologies for any severe typos, my phones keyboard has been messing up recently.

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Your feet padded down the steps and your stomach churned as you imagined the uproar from your colleagues with the newfound proposal that you were about to greet your close friend, Trish Una, with.

As the end of the staircase proceeded, the living-room splayed out before them. The large cream-colored sofa that somehow had magically remained unstained, sat before an equally large flat-screen television that played a movie you had maybe seen a million times together, as a group. Nevertheless it kept the familiar heads that crowded the couch entertained.

You approached the bright-pink haired girl, who sat farther to the edge. You tapped her shoulder, and leaned in.

"Hey Trish, I have a favor to ask. Will you help?."

She looked across her shoulder and nodded. "Sure thing, what do you need?."

"I was wondering if you'd help me pick out a new outfit? And if you'd help me with my hair and makeup, too."

You felt eyes. Many pairs of warm, beady eyes. God. You knew they were going to overreact. You didn't dress fancily too often, nor did you do your hair or makeup too much, either. So when you did, you often got looked at funnily by the gang or even picked on.

"Why do you need your hair and makeup done?," Mista snorted. "It's not like it'll help anything!." He prodded at your appearance.

You rolled your eyes. Narancia giggled.
Abbacchio glared at them.

"Gee, thanks." You placed your hand on your hip and returned your attention back to Trish. It wasn't like Mista was purposefully trying to be hurtful, he was just trying to tease you and be funny. And to be fair, you had gotten used to it, so it hadn't actually hurt your feelings anymore, but it still gave you a sour taste in your mouth.

"Ignore Mista," Giorno waved him off with his hand. "You don't need your hair and makeup done because you're beautiful just the way you are."

You tempted to blush but pushed the urge back, and bit your lip. "Well thank you for being polite, Giorno," You spoke. "But actually, I'm going on a date tonight, so I want to look my best."

"You're going on a date?!," Trish exclaimed. "And you didn't tell me sooner?!."

"Holy crap! (Y/n)'s going on a date!." Narancia cheered, and Mista looked taken back.

"Congratulations." Fugo smiled. Abbacchio gave a nod of approval, and Bucciarati pushed on a bit more. "So, who's the lucky guy?."

"Well, his name is Marco. We met at a coffee shop and he gave me his number. We've been talking on the phone for a few weeks and we decided it was time for a date."

Giorno fell quiet. Extremely quiet. You wondered if he didn't approve? Not that it mattered much, but you would like to have the support of all of your friends anyhow.

"That sounds lovely," Bucciarati smiled sweetly. "I hope you have a wonderful time, but please, do not stay out too late."

"Alright, Dad." You joked.

"Well, come on!," Trish groaned. "Let's get going! I dont wanna waste any time!."

And with that, Trish stood on her two feet and ushered you out of the front door. The mall-plaza strip wasn't too far away, so you would just walk. Even as you preoccupied your attention onto picking something pretty to wear, when you thought of Giorno's reaction, you drew quesy. You thought Giorno would be the first person to congratulate you and be by your side, seeing how close you two had grown.