🦋How Much I Feel🦋

Familiar Faces

You woke up a bit early, at first expecting to see the darker colored walls of your La Squadra room, but alas, all you could see was white sadness.

You sighed before getting up from your bed and opening the curtains, the sun's rays warming you up.

You smiled slightly before exiting your room, walking to the top of the stairs before pausing.

Wait. Where the hell is the bathroom?

You panicked a bit as the intense urge to urinate became nearly debilitating. Thankfully, you saw Bruno sipping on a cup of coffee whilst reading the newspaper.

You flew down to him, pressing your legs together tightly as the extreme need rose higher. He smiles at you before noticing your urgency. "Is there something wrong, [Y/n]?" He asks, his voice as smooth as ever.

"Where's...the bathroom?" You ask gruffly, your morning voice on blast. He chuckles before pointing behind him to another hallway with one slightly larger door at the end. "The door straight ahead...but it's always a little...rough in there. Take care." He says before taking another sip of the caffeine, returning his attention to today's paper.

He really reminds you of your dad, though in actions almost like a mom...perhaps your own. You shook your thoughts aside before thanking him and nearly running to the bathroom, pounding harshly on the already relatively scuffed surface.

You nearly laughed at the sight before the door swung open, an angry Abbacchio stepping out in...holy shit.

Are those Sanrio pajama pants? He immediately stops, you both wide eyed. His face flushes before he nearly runs to his room that's thankfully behind the door to the left of the bathroom. He slams it harshly before you begin to chuckle a bit.

He was really wearing pajama pants adorned with small Sanrio characters... and here you thought he was another Risotto. Maybe, just maybe, Risotto's also sporting some crazy pj's... he's probably more of a Aggretsuko gal though.

Either way, you needed to piss, so you rushed into the bathroom without a second thought. You had no time to take in the sheer state of it, but after you finished, you looked around.

It's a fucking MESS in here...uh, YEA Bruno...it seems to get just a tad rough in here...

Though it was a relatively large bathroom, the state of it was... oh boy. First of all, one of the mirrors along the wall was broken, a bit of lazily cleaned shattered glass still on its side of the counter. And speaking of, the counter had literally everything you could think of. Hair products, moisturizers, lotions...

Is that fucking astroglide...

You damn near threw up in your mouth before going to wash your hands. There were even multiple bottles of soap. Some liquid, some foam, and more bars than anything. As you walked over to the sink, you stepped on some article of clothing.

There was also a lot of clothes strewn around. You even spotted some cute and purple Kuromi pajama pants lying in some random small pile. You know who those belong to...

As for what you stepped on...

Holy fucking shit, could it get ANY DAMN WORSE?

Who's. Fucking. Thong. Is on. The bathroom. Floor? You nearly cried before kicking away the thin, pink undergarment before washing your hands at the speed of light and getting the ever loving hell out of there.

La Squadra's bathroom was cleaner than that...and they had your brother living with them!

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It was now afternoon. You were in a decent outfit, though were already running out of clothes, seeing as you didn't bring much to begin with.