Fate 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)
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There will be spoilers. (Following the anime)
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Softly taking out the elastic that held together the elegant braid cascading down the blonds back you undid each section mindful not to accidentally tug the golden strand.
You knew that he took care of his hair but damn, it felt nice.
"Your hair is very nice." Blurting that out while undoing the last portion of the braid your gaze lingered over the neatly trimmed layers. You'd seen his braid undone once or twice while fighting the ex boss, but you never really saw it just down.
Or saw all of his hair down in general. Heck you weren't even sure if getting it wet would rid the hair of it's iconic curls.
"Thank you." Appreciating your compliment and just allowing you to take out the braid, he took note of how diligently and gently your fingers combed through each strand. It was reminiscent of the way your stand worked, and the thought of it brought a question to mind.
"(Y/N)," Calling your name first and waiting for you to meet his gaze through the mirror he continued. "I never got to properly ask you this but back at the coliseum, how exactly did you come back?" It was something that had completely slipped his mind surprisingly enough.
It was a passing moment where he was fighting with Diavolo and suddenly you were back, breathing and doing what you usually did. He hadn't really batted an eye then, but those were also tense times and asking questions only wasted time.
"Oh well uh I'm not really sure on that myself," Beginning with that you thought back to what had transpired that day, most of it had become murky though you could recall bits and pieces. "I mean I remember talking to Valkyrie, we were back in my old room and she was saying a bunch of things to me that I honestly can't remember now."
Beginning with that you began doing your own type of brain with the blond's hair, "She said something about having the chance to right a wrong uh," Pursing your lips and really thinking over what happened you clicked your tongue. "Something something she told me Bruno was dead- Speaking of which I'm a little annoyed that you didn't tell me, but that's in the past."
"I forgive you." Briefly closing your eyes and giving an assertive nod you opened them back up catching a faint smile along the blonds expression. "Just next time you have to give me a heads up so I don't have to die to find out."
"To be fair Bucciarati didn't want anyone on the team to know." Stating that like it was some sort of evidence he could see you deadpan.
"Ok well Bruno's also the kind of person who would throw himself out of a train so that excuse is invalid." Declaring that and pausing to wave the brush still in hand around neither of you added anything else.
