He still dies in the end | | Diavolo X Reader

Act IV

You swung open the door to the cafe, the place going silent as everyone turned to look at you.

"You're late."

Fugo spoke to you, looking down at his watch. You shrugged and laughed.

"Only by five minutes. You're lucky I showed up at all. If Abbachio wasn't here, I would've just stayed home~"

"Stop being weird you unhinged delinquent."

The silver-haired man cringed and continued drinking his wine.

"You're so cruel mi amor. It breaks my heart when you say things like that."

You sulked, grabbing a seat next to him and leaning on his shoulder.

Mista walked past you smacking the back of your head, the others nodding as he spoke. "Why don't you try hitting on someone you're own age for once."

"I'm surprised Abbachio has gone along with it for so long."

"I'm not going along with anything you fools. I simply don't feel the need to fight with a child."

"Yet you fight with Giorno all the time," Narncia muttered.

"Anyways." Bucciarati started.

"Now that everyone's here, let's get started. Today we're-" You cut him off.

"Where's Giorno?"

Abbachio rolled his eyes. The others giving you a look to say "seriously?...".

Fugo picked up a fork from his table, gripping it in his hand as he ground his teeth together.

"Where the hell do you think he is?"

"Dunno. He's obviously not here. But I'd like to know specifically where he is."

Trish butted in, "None of us know that either."

You clicked your teeth and stood.

"Then why are you all looking at me like that, you bunch of buttholes?" Before anyone could say anything, you made your way to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Where the hell do you think?" You answered mockingly before walking out of the cafe.