Hold me without Hurting me(english)

Please don't be mad

As the sky brightened and the morning arrived, Giorno slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the warm rays of the sun. A content smile graced his lips as he rose from his bed, feeling refreshed. He glanced at the window, his thoughts immediately drawn to the events of the previous day. Giorno's smile widened as he remembered Elio's face.

After getting ready for work, Giorno gathered his belongings and left his house. As he stepped outside, he noticed Elio heading towards her car, preparing to leave for work. Excitement filled him as he called out her name, "Elio! Good morning! How was your night yesterday?" His smile radiated happiness.

Elio glanced over her shoulder, acknowledging Giorno's presence. "Oh, hey there, Giorno," she replied, turning her back to him momentarily. Then, she faced him, a warm smile on her face. "My night was great. I had a restful and peaceful sleep. How about you?"

Approaching her, Giorno stood in front of Elio. "Well, my night was great as well. It was so good that it made it hard for me to leave my bed," he sighed, relishing the memory.

Elio chuckled at his sigh, understanding his sentiment. "I can understand that. But hey, isn't it great to feel like that sometimes?" She turned to look at her car, starting the engine with a key. "I mean, we work hard to earn money. We always push ourselves for it, so we deserve some rest where we can close our eyes and dream about nice things," she said, her words carrying a deeper meaning and warmth.

Giorno's eyes widened slightly, realization dawning upon him. A small smile formed on his lips. "Well, you're right. We do deserve some rest after all the hard work." He nodded in agreement, appreciating Elio's perspective.

Elio settled into the driver's seat of her car, looking at Giorno. "Now, how about I drop you off at the café? What do you say?" she offered, her voice filled with genuine kindness.

Giorno happily accepted her offer, nodding his head. "Well, if you say so, I wouldn't mind. Thank you for driving me to the café," he expressed his gratitude as he buckled up, ready for the journey ahead.

As Elio closed the door and buckled up, she glanced at Giorno with a mischievous smirk. "Not a problem. After all, I already consider you one of my friends, and friends help friends, right?"

Giorno chuckled at her remark, but his hand accidentally brushed against the handbrake as he felt Elio's hand on top of his. His eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly pulled away, apologizing profusely. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he stammered, looking away from her.

Elio shook her head, still smirking, and reassured him. "It's fine. No need to apologize. But it felt nice to touch your hand because mine was hot, and I needed to cool it down," she playfully explained as she started driving.

Giorno's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he turned his gaze towards the window as the car started moving. Holding Elio's hand had felt good, but it also made him feel awkward because he had developed feelings for her since the first time they met.

Elio kept her eyes focused on the road as she drove, unaware of the effect she was having on Giorno. Meanwhile, Giorno couldn't help but steal glances at her, feeling like he could melt if he were an ice cream. Elio looked incredibly attractive to him—her handsome face, strong physique, and captivating gestures made his heart beat faster.

Elio noticed Giorno staring at her and couldn't help but smirk. "Good, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes. I like it," she playfully remarked while continuing to drive.

Giorno quickly averted his gaze, feeling a mix of annoyance and attraction. "Oh, quit it, can you? Your sweet words won't have any effect on me. No matter how hard you try," he retorted, crossing his arms and looking out the window. Under his breath, he murmured, "But they actually do."

Elio shook her head, the smirk still present on her face. "I can hear you, Giorno. Everyone can get fluttered by my words," she paused before adding, "and no one can resist them."

Giorno rolled his eyes at her, meeting her gaze. "Yeah, right. Only in your dreams. You must have misheard me, so just drop it," he said, annoyance lacing his words. Elio chuckled in response. "Whatever you say, Giorno. You're the boss."

Time passed as Elio dropped Giorno off at their destination. As he exited the car, Elio rolled down the window and called out, "Have a great day at work! See you again, Giorno." With those words, she pulled up the window and drove off to her own job.

Giorno smiled at her, waving as she left. "I think it's confirmed that I really do have feelings for her. She may be older, but love knows no age gap," he admitted to himself. With those thoughts, he entered the café and began his shift.

Time jumped to when Elio visited the café again. It was 7 o'clock in the evening, and she decided to have dinner there. Holding her paperwork, she entered the café and noticed Giorno's face light up upon seeing her. Elio smirked and approached the counter, greeting him with a warm yet playful smile.

"Hello there, pal," she greeted him. Giorno looked up, his smile widening. "Hey, nice to see you visiting this café again," he replied politely. "So, what would you like to have today?"

Elio nodded before placing her order. "I would like to have a glass of iced green tea and two hotdogs. Also, I'd like a slice of red velvet cake for dessert. How much would it cost?" she inquired.

Giorno counted the items and replied, "That would be 27 euros and 90 cents." He looked at her expectantly.

Elio pulled out her wallet and handed him the exact amount. "Here you go. I'll be waiting over there," she said, pointing to a table. Before walking away, she couldn't resist teasing, "Also, don't take too long to prepare my food, or else..." She winked mischievously and left.

Giorno rolled his eyes playfully. "Ooo! I'm scared!" he responded with a teasing tone. He began preparing her meals, keeping an eye on her from time to time. Elio settled down at the table, smirking as she waited for her food.

As her meals were ready, Giorno approached her table, but suddenly, he tripped and spilled water on her paperwork and clothes. Both of their eyes widened in surprise. "Elio... I-I'm sorry..." Giorno stammered, his face filled with regret.