『Another World』 JJBA: Golden Wind x Reader ˎˊ-

|12| small bond

The next morning dawned with a fatigue that settled deep within (y/n)'s bones. The previous day's rigorous training session with Mista had taken a toll on her. Her body ached, and she longed for the comfort of her bed.

As she lay there, contemplating whether to sneak in a few more hours of sleep, a gentle knock resounded from her bedroom door. It creaked open to reveal Bruno, wearing his customary gentle smile.

"(y/n), it's time to rise and shine," he encouraged.

She groaned, burying herself further into the blankets. "I'm so tired, Bruno. Can't I just rest today?"

He shook his head with a playful glint in his eyes. "As tempting as that sounds, we can't have you lounging around all day. The team and I are going out, and I don't want you to be alone in the house. Come on, get dressed."

With a resigned sigh, (y/n) slowly crawled out of bed. Bruno was right; she couldn't stay holed up in the house all day. It was time to embrace her new life, and if that meant enduring a little fatigue, she was willing to do it.

Bruno reassured her, "I promise it won't be anything too strenuous today. Just a casual meet-up with the others."

⧫ ⧫ ⧫ ⧫ ⧫

The usual meeting spot, a restaurant tucked away in the heart of the city. (y/n) took her seat, her fatigue gradually giving way to a sense of warmth as she engaged in lighthearted conversations and shared laughter with her the crew.

Narancia, ever the energetic one, recounted a funny story from his childhood, and Mista enthusiastically discussed his favorite pizza toppings. Fugo chimed in with a clever remark, and Giorno listened intently, occasionally adding his own insight.

"Alright, guys. Looks like we've got a job on our hands," Bruno declared, entering the room with a handful of documents. Abbacchio followed closely behind. (y/n) couldn't contain her enthusiasm, despite the lingering effects of yesterday's strenuous training.

"What is it? Can I come too?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"No, (y/n), you cannot," Bruno replied with a sense of authority. "Fugo, can you watch over her?"

Fugo nodded, accepting the responsibility. "Of course, Buccellati."

With that, the rest of the team left, and (y/n) found herself alone, now in the company of Fugo. The restaurant's ambiance was bathed in a somewhat awkward silence, interrupted only by the faint rustling of Fugo's book.

(y/n) observed Fugo, her mind racing to come up with a way to initiate a conversation with him. "So... tell me about yourself?" she ventured.

Fugo glanced up from his book. "You probably know quite a bit about me already, as you mentioned."

"True," (y/n) admitted, her voice trailing off in disappointment. She was feeling a bit disheartened, not sure where to steer the conversation. Determined to break the silence, she thought for a moment before a question popped into her mind.

"What are your thoughts on Narancia?" she inquired, a mischievous smirk on her lips. Fugo paused in his reading to consider the question.

"He can be reckless, but his combat skills are quite remarkable," Fugo remarked. (y/n) nodded in agreement. "I appreciate how he can be so carefree and childish at times, yet incredibly focused and resolute when it comes to battles or protecting his friends."

Playing with a fork on the table, she couldn't help but feel relieved as the conversation flowed more naturally. The awkwardness began to dissipate, and the two of them shared a moment of connection, even in the absence of their adventurous companions.