Roommates and Lovers - Bucciarati team x Reader

10.

You slowly opened your eyes, shocked to see a sleeping Formaggio but you quickly remembered what happened last night. He looked so peaceful so you couldn't bring yourself to remove yourself. You closed your eyes again, letting yourself enjoy the moment. He shifted around a few minutes later, mumbling something before slowly getting up, trying not to disturb you. He left the room for a few minutes before coming back, you heard him rustle through his clothing before he left again. You sat up, looking at the window as sunlight seeped through, you stood up and closed his door. You stretched and started getting dressed to head home, you turned to his bed, making it for him to buy some time so you could tell him you were leaving without just randomly disappearing. He came back a little later, his skin was still dripping from the water of the shower he had taken, "Oh, you're finally awake," He closed the door behind him, "Did you sleep okay?" "Yeah, did you?" He nodded, "Are you leaving?" "Yeah, I'm going to go shower and then I'll wait for you." "Sounds good to me." He walked you downstairs to the front door, handing you your bag, "Drive safe, I'll see you soon," He kissed the top of your head before you left, a small smile creeping across your face.

You crept inside the house, trying to make as little noise as possible. You saw Trish and Giorno sitting on the couch, the both looked at you as you entered, "There you are," She stood up with a smile, "Where did you go last night?" You gulped a little, "Can we talk about it upstairs?" "Giorno won't tell anyone Y/N." "I slept at Formaggio's." Trish gasped, grabbing you shoulders, Giorno now walked over to where you both stood, "Did you two do it?" You shook your head, "Most we did was kiss, didn't go past that." "When are you two gonna start dating?" You flushed, "It's not like that yet-" "Friends don't kiss just friends," Giorno commented with a small smile, you thought of Leone but didn't dare to even comment on that situation, "Guess you're right, guess it just depends when he asks me." You went to walk upstairs but Trish stopped you, "When do we get to meet him?" "Never, well, you can but no one else." Giorno frowned, "Why not? Do you think we won't like him?" "Precisely." Trish sighed a little but smiled as you walked upstairs to your room, "I'm happy she's finally found someone, I didn't think would work out with Bruno," Trish whispered to Giorno, too quiet for you to hear. "Who knows, it might've just ended rhe way things did with Leone since they're both always busy." "Yeah maybe."

You dried your hair as you looked inside your drawers, deciding on a simple, casual outfit would be okay for lunch and also suitable for work. Your watch said it was 9:30 now so slipped on your clothing, heading downstairs to get a small snack to hold your hunger over. Fugo sat in the living room reading a book, a cup of tea beside him. "Morning Y/N," He greeted you, not looking up, "Morning Fugo." You grabbed an apple and washed it off, taking a bite from it, checking your phone. "Do you know when Bruno can call us or is it all day?" "No I didn't catch that, I'd assume probably all day." "Alright, thanks." You left to go grab your work apron from upstairs, putting it into the mini backpack that acted as your purse. "You're dressed already? Are you going back out with him?" You turned to Giorno leaning on your doorway, "Yes, what of it?" "Trish will be happy for you." "She's always happy when I try something with a guy." "She just wants what's best for you." "I could say the same," You slid him a look but he didn't say anything. He left you be as you waited for Formaggio to come get you.

You walked out onto the porch as Formaggio pulmed up, waving to you. You smiled and got inside, "Where are we heading?" "Cute little place called Libeccio, I've heard good things about it." "Oo sounds nice," He glanced over at you and then back at the road. You two sat quietly for a little longer before he pulled up the restaurant, parking on the road. You went to get our but he stopped you, he got out himself and then walked over to the door to get it for you. You thanked him and walked inside with him, a man greeted you and took you to a table in the back, giving you both a menu. "Everything looks good on here," You commented, "Yeah, I don't know what to get." "I'll get the pesto pasta." "Yeah that sounds good, I'll get it too." You both ordered the pasta, a waiter coming back about 10 minutes later with it, setting both plates on the table.