Boys are Idiots ⭐︎ Guido Mista x Reader

Down on Luck

"Can't we just date for real?"

"Stop being an idiot, Mista. You know that that kind of thing is totally inconvenient for members of the Passione! Also, you stink, and you're definitely not my type. And, now that I'm gonna be living with you, it'd be so-"

Mista laughs and slaps you on the back lightly. "Relax! You're so uptight! What's gotten you so on edge today, huh?"

...

Does he know? Did he figure out what happened?! No way, how could he know?

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, unsure if it was embarrassment or frustration, maybe even paranoia, and you quickly hide your face by turning to get out of the car. You stretch in the sun and straighten out your clothes; your movements are far from graceful as you try to hide the pain in your muscles thanks to the boss. 'Working out' isn't really in your vocabulary, so it'd be painfully obvious to Mista why your legs were so sore after spending the night at your boss' house.

You take the brief moment alone to calm yourself down. Being so paranoid about Mista will only make him more suspicious, and it can't be good for your mental health either.

You look around the unfamiliar street you were on, attempting to distract yourself, and you snicker at Mista's car. For a guy with flawless revolver precision, his parking was exceptionally shitty. You then turn around and see the minimarket that you had asked Mista to stop you at on the way to his house; the roof decorated in slightly tacky red, white, and green banners. It was the same brand as the one near your house, but noticeably larger. Maybe that's why Mista's such a gourmet - there's always been easy access to fresh food near his house.

You hear the car door open as Mista's tall figure emerges, slamming the door shut and fumbling with his keys to lock it. Having successfully calmed yourself down, you smile at Mista to relieve any tension from the car ride, but it's short-lived as you scrunch up your nose in annoyance, watching him physically insert the key into the car's handle. He struggles to turn the key, holding back his strength so he doesn't damage the car.

Is that thing even safe to drive anymore? That piece of shit has to be, like, 50 years old! Seriously, this guy can afford way better.

You sigh, still watching him battle with the car handle.

Maybe I'm just jealous... I can't really judge his financial decisions when I'm the one who ended up homeless.

Mista wipes away a bit of sweat on his forehead as he continues to carefully rotate the key. "What, did Giorno scold you for getting too cosy with him yesterday?"

You turn around, stomping up to Mista and angrily snatching the key off him. "And what the hell-" you shove the key into the car and turn it roughly, locking the door, "-gave you that idea?!"

"Hey, be careful with that thing, shithead!" Mista runs to his car and lightly kisses the handle, stroking the top. "And I'm only joking. I'm obviously still gonna do the mission with you."

Despite his weird, melodramatic behaviour, you sigh, feeling slightly guilty for attacking Mista's pile of junk so harshly. You didn't realise your mood would change so suddenly just at the mention of the boss' name, and you knew that you were taking out too much of your irritability onto Mista.

But for now, you couldn't help it. The last thing you need right now is for Mista to catch on to what you did with Giorno. He'd surely make fun of you for the rest of your life, until you DIE, and things would be even more awkward with Giorno than they already are! I mean, he's already cancelling on important missions, what's next?! Not to mention how annoying Mista would be about it, since you're gonna be staying at his for a while...