One and Done: Sweets and Lemons (JJBA one shots)

A Trip to the Dentist - Bucci Gang x Reader

The day was sunny, the sky intensely blue.  The few cotton candy clouds floated lazily, making their way in the soft breeze.  Birds were singing.  It was a beautiful day, perfect in fact. And this was Y/N's argument to skip her dental appointment; the day would be wasted on the tortures the dentist had planned for her.

Except Bucciarati was having none of it, he wasn't even listening!  The gang was gathered at the breakfast table chattering away cheerfully despite Y/N's desperate attempts to get out of her appointment.  She would make an attempt, and Bruno would just shake his head and go back to talking with  Abbacchio.  He didn't seem to understand the urgency of the matter!

She turned to her other side, realizing Mista was sitting there. She couldn't say anything to him.  He already had freaked out that she had FOUR wisdom teeth; insisting he only had three.  Y/N couldn't stand to hear that nonsense once again. 

Picking at her food she heard Fugo and Narancia discussing the number of teeth humans have. Fugo asked Narancia how many Y/N would have remaining after the oral surgeon removed her wisdoms.  A terrified shudder ran down her spine as Narancia shouted, "Fifty-three!"

Y/N let out a deep sigh right when the chattering died down.  Everyone turned to stare at her.  When the silence carried on too long, she glanced up to see six pairs of eyes trained on her.  Her eyes went wide, a blush heating up her cheeks.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"  Giorno was always the most genteel of the group, caring and considerate.  He gave her a slight smile, but his brows were scrunched together in worry.

It all came rushing out, without a thought Y/N burst out, "No!  I'm not!  You all know I am going to die today and you couldn't care less!"  With her overly loud and overly dramatic exclamation, Y/N rose from her seat and ran up the stairs to her room.

Abbacchio rolled his eyes so hard he HAD to have glimpsed his brain.  When her bedroom door slammed, the startled boys jumped in their seats.  The six gentlemen looked amongst themselves, unsure of the best course of action. 

Narancia, ever the chatterbox, broke the awkwardness.  "Bucciarati, she isn't really going to die is she?  I don't want to lose our sister!"  He may not be the greatest thinker, but he certainly had a big heart.

Bucciarati chuckled, shaking his head, his perfect hair falling back into place with each shake.  "No, she won't.  Not even close. People get their wisdom teeth removed all the time. It's really quite an ordinary procedure."

Before Bruno had even finished speaking, Mista butted in: "She might!  She has four and she's getting four removed."  His voice was quavering with his tetraphobia. "We ALL know that's no good!"

Fugo scoffed, "Normal people have four and it is quite ordinary to have them all removed.  The worst part will be soreness when she comes off her anesthesia."  Mista scowled at the resident know-it-all with all his science and facts.  He didn't appreciate the implication he wasn't normal either.

Narancia looked sad. The ever patient Bucciarati smiled and said, "It will be just fine. We have minor missions the next few days and can help nurse Y/N back to her normal self.  Expect a lot of soft foods and liquids.  We might have to make a few ice cream runs."

The younger ravenette perked up, "Ice cream!  Can I have my teeth pulled?"

Bruno laughed and Abbacchio did his eye rolling again.  "No idiot, you need to keep all the wisdom you can get!"  The silver haired man smirked, crossing his arms across his chest in satisfaction of his perfect zinger.

"Hey, that's not nice!" Narancia exclaimed.  His pout made him look like a child. 

Mista quipped, "Since when has Abbacchio been nice?"  Now who's funny?  Mista certainly thought HE was as he laughed at his own retort.