The colorful killer (A MANESKIN FF)

Amore mio!

(A/N): OH MY GOD. I'm finally posting this. Btw I FINALLY PASSED MATH LOL

We leave our building. I can't lie to myself and force myself to be completely alright with her not giving me answers straight away, especially since I am about to enter a stranger's car at any minute now, but I believe everything will be alright.

"Amore mio, don't be worried." She looks at me lovingly. "The boss I was talking about is Thomas. During the day I am his boss, technically speaking, since I am the leader of the group, but in the evening, he becomes my boss. Oh, look! There he is." I turn my head and I am in complete awe.

I knew that they earned a lot of money because of their success in Eurovision. But woah. Such a beauty? I didn't expect it.

"You enter first," says Victoria while opening the door for me. I gladly enter.

"Ciao!" exclaims the young man with... A pride flag in his hands? Why does Thomas have a pride flag? Not that I am complaining though.

My bias in this group is obviously Victoria (duh I am dating her).

But I do have a bias wrecker. And he is sitting next to Thomas.

"Ciao bella! No need to feel shy around us. Oh but be careful with that chalk in your hand. Some petty news programs could say you are a drug addict."

"Still angry with that accident after one year Damiano?" Victoria hasn't missed a chance to tease him. Seems like something I would do if we were closer.

"After one year, I am still in complete shock," says Ethan in the front. His hair is so shiny.

"Anyways guys..." I try to get the answer to the question that has been bugging me for the last 10 minutes." Where are we going?"

"Y/N, it's time to tell you something." Warns Thomas. "You see, apart from being amazing musicians, we also do something that isn't really socially acceptable..." as he finished his sentence, he looks at Damiano and they nod to each other. Damiano grabs a black bag that was laying on the floor and opens it. I must say, I didn't expect him to pull out a cowboy hat. I look to Victoria and she raises her hands helplessly, muttering "Don't ask me." Man, what even is this day? I just wanted to buy chalk, get home and read some Webtoons. Thomas puts on the cowboy hat and grins, "I'm a mafia boss!"

This lad, a mafia boss? Alright, sure. But then I have a Ph.D. in mathematics.

"Oh please- ",

"I know what you will say. Bear with me." Says the Italian man as he crosses his legs.

I just can't take him seriously with that hat. The sight is just too funny. I have a 20-year-old man sitting next to me, with a cowboy hat on his head and a pride flag in his hands, claiming he is a mafia boss.

"And to answer your question from earlier", he reminds, "We are going to the recording studio, but that's not what matters right now."

"Oh, so what's the thing that's the most important right now mister mafia boss?" I try to hold in my laughter. Seems like Damiano notices it but chooses to be silent.

"Well, the main reason why I want you to be here is to officially give you my blessing on your relationship with our dazzling Victoria, it's pride month after all." The rockstar in day and mafia boss at night explains carefully.

So that's it? Everything he wanted to say was that he approves of our relationship? Alright then, I guess that's rather sweet of him.

Of course, this is not the end of today's strange events.

Thomas grabs his phone out of his pocket and opens TikTok. Oh, sweet Lord, no.

Just don't record me, this is my only wish. If you expect me to have a peaceful death, I beg you not to record me.

Thomas presses on record. I swear if this absolute mad lad dares to record me, I'll get that pride flag out of his hand, wrap it around his neck which won't in any way, shape, or form feel pleasant.

He turns the camera towards Damiano. The sound "I just want to say, I am part of the LGBTQ community, and that's my best friend Valentina, she's an ally. Talk Valentina!" after that, he rapidly turns the phone to himself "Ally!" and with that, he proudly waves with his rainbow flag.

He didn't record me. Looks like this Italian mafia boss has more than one brain cell. Good for him.

I decide to take this trip to the recording studio as an advantage and rest my eyes for a bit. Two minutes haven't passed, and I hear these words coming from the radio;

Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see-through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through

Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
Wait, woah, yeah, girls want girls
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
Ayy, woah, girls want girls where I'm from, ayy

The third verse is what stuck out the most to me. I swear to the Greek Gods, I heard this before somewhere...

And with that thought, I fell asleep.