JJBA Oneshots

Ghiaccio; Skating.

A/N: REQUESTED BY @Dragon_Fuirt.
Sorry if he's OOC! Tried my best😅 Ghiaccio's one of my favorite villains honestly but I find his mannerisms a bit tricky to write. Kinda short, my apologies. I'm gonna write more for him in the future most definitely so stay tuned for that if you want more icy boy content!

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You stood, shifting on your heels impatiently as you waited for a specific man to arrive. You'd worked with Ghiaccio in La Squadra for quite a while, and you had slightly been dying to spend sometime with him outside of missions. You had to admit you were quite attracted to him, and what you would call his icy-hot personality. You say icy-hot because he was quite crude and could control freezing temperatures; not to mention his temperature was quite cold anyways. The man felt like he was freezing constantly. Anyways, you'd always like men that were assholes, to put it bluntly, so Ghiaccio fit that category quite well.

Your eyes scanned the crowd and you felt a bit out of place. Mostly younger people  hung around, having fun and laughing. You assumed Ghiaccio would feel out of place too as he was slightly older than you as well. Oh well. You were here to have fun, too. Being an adult and having fun too isn't a crime, is it?

A cold hand grabbed you by your shoulder from behind, and you grimaced a bit but didn't flinch; you knew who it was. You spun on your heels to meet the blue icy-haired man with thick red-ish framed glasses. He looked at you blankly with lips pressed tight.

"Did I scare you?." It sounded like he was trying not to snicker despite his unamused expression.

"No. I knew it was you. Nobody else's body temperature is as freezing as yours," You grinned at him. "Well, maybe except a dead mans."

He didn't find your comment funny, his brows furrowing. "When did you buy those? Right before you came?." He smirked down at the skates you held in your hand. This rink didn't offer skate rentals, instead it was for slightly more advanced skaters; people who'd already gotten the hang of it and owned their own skates anyways.

"Actually, I've had them for a while." You smirked back, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"Hopefully you don't fall on your ass and look like an idiot."

You and Ghiaccio took a seat on some benches and put on your skates, lacing them up adequately.

Ghiaccio stood up first, and he looked down at you, still sitting. "If you need help getting started, let me know." He said. You smiled at him. There it was, his uncomfortably soft side, something not too usual for him. You'd learned quite quickly though he was aloof and didn't seem to care much (except for when he did care too much and was angry), he really didn't want you to get hurt in any shape or fashion. He extended his hand but you denied. He expected you to stumble as you went from sitting to upright on your feet. He was a bit shocked, when you didn't.

Maybe he underestimated you.

You took off infront of him and it took a second for him to shake out of his thoughts and catch up. You both entered the rink and you soared off like a bird. He stayed kept to himself but still had a fair amount of fun, but not too much though. It seemed like you didn't have much a care in the world when you hit the floor in those skates.

They were your favorite color and he could truly tell now why you liked that color so much anyways, as it looked good on you.

He watched, a bit perplexed and still a bit in awe he guessed. "Ghiaccio! Come here!." You smiled and called to him across the rink and he skated up toward you.

"What are you so far away for? Skate with me!." You took his pale, cold hand and you both went around the rink a few times, you twirled around him holding his hand and you both swirled in circles. You thought you saw him smile for a second. He really was having fun, huh?

You had quite impressed him with how well you skated and he had to admit, he was not really easily impressed, except by Risotto Nero who's ass he kissed just because he was the leader of the squad. But that was another topic.

You skated for what felt like forever, getting lost in the moment and just holding each other's hand. It felt like a date honestly more than just a friendly hang out like intended.

You both took a break, leaning against the divider, holding on for support just so you wouldn't slip on accident so far into it and him make fun of you.

"You know, you really are better than I thought." He mumbled under his breath, a compliment. He didn't give those out much so you took it to heart.

"Well, I have been skating ever since I was a little girl, Ghiaccio." You informed and he looked over at you, one brow raised higher than the other.

"Why didn't you tell me that? Here I was thinking you were gonna make a fool of yourself."

"Didn't figure it mattered much," You grinned. "What? Are you intimidated now? Perhaps I'm even better at skating than you are?."

He clenched his teeth but he wasn't really angry, just annoyed. "Intimidated? No way. I don't get intimidated," He pushed his slightly-fallen glasses up further onto the bridge of his nose. "And you are no way even slightly better than me. I'm superior."

You didn't bother responding, just laughing a bit to which he didn't return.

"I bet your cold," He spoke, eyes elsewhere, not wanting to look at you. "I was thinking we could go get some food. Maybe some coffee. To warm you up-."

You wanted to say you weren't cold, but you realized what he was hinting at, not wanting the time together to end.

"I know a nice place around here, if you're interested."

"That'd be great, Ghiaccio."