🦋How Much I Feel🦋

Bodyguard Team

Damn...Risotto wasn't kidding when he said i'd be training rigorously!! Holy shit!

You thought in panic as you collapsed on your back, Prosciutto appearing above. The cold floor felt oh so nice on your scorching hot body.

"Come on, [Y/n]...just a couple more rounds and you can rest for real..." he said as he pulled you up against your will. You couldn't even wipe the sweat off your face thoroughly due to the big ole boxing gloves encasing your hands.

Prosciutto had been instructed to be your hand to hand combat teacher, as he was incredibly skilled in boxing. You've been at it for hours however...more than you could endure. You were starting to improve though, which he noticed.

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He finally allowed you a break as he himself went to chill in the house. It also didn't help that you both were in some outside arena type area, so the scorching sun was beating down on you.

You went inside as well to grab some good ole hydration, your head down as you walked. You stopped once you noticed a pair of feet in front of you. You followed them to their owner and...good golly! Was it you, or was it getting hotter by the minute...?

Prosciutto looks down at you, his head cocked to the side as if asking what you want. He was also shirtless, sweat making his body glisten as the sun shined through the windows.

Your already red face grew redder as you went wide eyed, ruthlessly scanning all around his figure, much to his amusement. He decided to tease you a bit, his favorite thing to do.

"Like what you see?" He asked as he put his hands into the pockets of his shorts, exposing his chest even more. You gulped as you hid your eyes. Him laughing in amusement.

"It's ok," he started as he leaned down to you, removing your hands from your eyes as your blushed doubled. "I wouldn't mind showing you a little more anyway." He said as he smirked, his voice taking on a promiscuous tone.

He continued past you, patting your shoulder as he walked. "30 more minutes until trainings over. Why don't we get something to eat after, yea?" He said, nonchalant as he headed back out to practice on a punching bag.

You stood still, his words and actions replaying in your mind countless times.

WHAT....A-A LITTLE MORE?? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??!!?!?!

You internally screamed before proceeding with your task, watching him carefully out the window as he practiced, throwing hard and fast punches. You could tell he was holding back with you, but watching him at full power did something to you.

You brushed it off, finally getting your water as you joined him outside. He smirked once he saw you and began practice once more, being truthful about ending in 30 minutes.

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Two more weeks had passed, two weeks that felt like two days. It was all gone so quick, and you knew that in just a week and a half more, you'd be gone for good. The thought was almost debilitating. You were barely your usual chipper self who always engaged in mischief or gossip.

On the final day of your final week, the atmosphere was especially tense. You hugged everyone goodbye as they crowded around you, begging you to stay. It reminded you of when you left for Potenza with your mom and how your brother clung to you, begging you mot to leave. The thought made you tear up a bit.

Ghiaccio offered to drive you to see Polpo as he pried Melone off of you, who was of course hit the hardest. You were the only girl that didn't find him immediately creepy, so he relished it forever. Now that you had to go, he truly would have no cuddle buddy.

Before you left, you told them that you'd visit and always call them. You waved off the sad mass forming at the door before loading the car with your brother, making your way to the prison.

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Ghiaccio waited for you outside as you entered the prison, the guards greeting you as they did their checks. You nodded to them as you left to go see the famous glutton.

You almost hated him for making you switch. It's as if he knew you would be a perfect fit for La Squadra, but he decided to make you leave for the hell of it.

As you approached, he broke into an amused laughter as you came into his view. "[Y/n]! You remembered, huh? I know it's disheartening to leave them. I bet you made a bunch of friends, huh?" He said, almost rubbing it in your face.

"Don't you worry! I've contacted a group I think you'll fit in swimmingly with! Go to that cafe downtown and meet with Bruno Bucciarati! He's the leader of the bodyguard team and I think you'll get along great." He said with a snicker, his tone still seeming like he was mocking your situation.

You frowned a bit as you sighed. Bucciarati? He better be cool. No group could ever compare to La Squadra, but you at least hoped they'd be just as rowdy.

He waved you off, finding a bit of amusement in your sadness as you walked off without saying a word.

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You joined your brother in the car and told him where to go as he asked who you were under. "Some guy Bruno..." you said, looking like an angsty teen as you slumped in your seat angrily with your arms crossed. "Ah, him? Ironic he'd make you a bodyguard after training you to assassinate people..." he said with a chuckle as he drove, you nodding in offense and agreement.

It didn't take long before you made it to the cafe. You told him to drop you off and hurry back to the group before they all died of depression.

You warily entered the cafe, though all your worries were cast aside as you stepped inside the familiar building. You and Haruno would always come here after school. It's a shame you still haven't seen him.

Before you could even walk further in, a relatively tall man approached you. He had a stylish white suit with black spots all around, a boob window exposing his chest. He seemed to be wearing...lingerie under it? He definitely Looked...interesting, but he was also relatively attractive. His bob stuck out the most, along with the little brooches on either side. It was actually kind of cute.

"Ms. [Y/n]?" He asked, his voice deep yet soft. His face softened as he approached. You nodded as he smiled, almost melting at how warm and welcoming it is. "Mr. Bucciarati?" You said as his eyes widened a bit. "Please, call me Bruno...no need for formalities." He said as he led you back to where he was seated.

As you approached the round table at the back, you saw another man sitting there. He looked relatively normal, a purple beanie and a greenish button up with black pants, complete with a pistol tucked in the side. Maybe he was Bruno's personal bodyguard?

"This is our other new member, Guido Mista." He notices you eyeing the gun. "Ah, don't mind that, he says it's a part of his stand." You nod as he pulls out a chair for you to sit, the other man eyeing you suspiciously, though in his mind he's already coming up with corny pick up lines.

You three sit and discuss what life will be like in his group. First, he mentions the three existing members, then the housing situation. Ah, housing...you were fine with living amongst the men of La Squadra because your brother was there, but now that you've been separated once again, you won't be familiar with anyone in the house.

After he finished up with his spiel, he offered to drive you both to the house you'd be staying at from now on. It was a calm little house, not too small but not the biggest on the block, and definitely not surrounded by suspicious buildings like a certain group's...

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