🦋How Much I Feel🦋

Look Who's Back

You and the gang found yourselves at the city favorite cafe, Libecco's. Bruno had informed everyone that there was some business he had to take care of, but wanted the whole gang present, just for a bit of 'quality time'.

You ordered a simple [Fav/flav] slice of cake, adorned with [topping]. The gang was doing their normal antics, which were anything but normal.

Fugo and Narancia sat next to each other, the blonde hounding the poor boy violently about their favorite subject. Abbacchio sat idly, sipping wine with his headphones on, drowning out the world as he so blissfully sat with lidded eyes, occasionally nodding his head to the music. "He's probably listening to anime openings..." you thought.

Mista sat on the far side of the table, near the wall, ranting to you about the four slices of cake, and begging you to take one, despite having your own.

You really were not listening, rather looking off into space, humming occasionally at his words even if you didn't register them. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to focus on him, or care about his stupid tetraphobia... thing is, you really missed your best friend.

The whole time, you sat there reminiscing about all the fun playdates you had, the funny pranks you'd pull at school, how you'd beat the crap out of his bullies, his strange infatuation with plants... it made you feel all melancholy, which Mista noticed after realizing you weren't paying attention to his yap anymore.

"[Y/nnn]~!" He cooed, poking at your cheeks as he smirked. You only tilted your head towards him, eyes remaining fixed on random things outside. He only chuckled before deciding to play with you a bit.

"You're such a baddie, [Y/n]." He said, placing an arm around you, who was still reminiscing and not paying attention to her surroundings at all.

He chuckled again at your dismissiveness, deciding to go a bit further. "Y'know, [Y/n]... your lips look so damn soft..." he stated, now gazing hungrily at your face. You only nodded, still staring out the window, somehow oblivious to your current situation.

He only laughed before pulling you closer to him, his scent setting in. In all honesty, he smelled good, great even. Contrary to popular belief, he only really stunk after a bunch of physical activity. He likely just has really strong body odor, since you see him in and out of the bathroom often, taking showers whenever he can.

Whatever the case, his cologne smelled delicious, almost good enough to snap you out of your trance, yet it didn't.

As he calmed down, he gave a devilish grin as he noticed your continued obliviousness. He leaned in close, face only inches from your ear as you remain hyper-fixated on the shrubbery outside. All eyes were on you two, incredibly concerned about the current situation.

He whispered, tone low and sultry as his gaze darkened with a bit of romance. "I'd like to feel 'em for myself..." he states, the onlookers, or the rest of the gang, now staring with wide eyes and raised brows. Even abbacchio had taken a pause in his eccessive day drinking to watch.

You only hummed in agreement, words never sinking in as you continued to ponder about the now enigmatic Haruno Shiobana, thoughts of your brother and La Squadra sneaking their way through. You were so absorbed in your own mind that you failed to notice the approaching, puckering lips of your teammate.

It was only when his face was directly in front of yours, obscuring your view of the outside world, that you finally snapped out of it, eyes wide as if getting jump scared by his presence.

You had no time to respond before your lips connected, Abbacchio only shaking his head, attention returning to his wine as Fugo let out a concerned, maybe even disappointed "oh". Narancia just gasped loudly at the scene, a little jealous as his brows furrowed.