JJBA x Reader One-Shots

Blind Date - Narancia x Reader

Requested by:   AdelaNovotna9

Warnings: none

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"You... what?"

"I set you up on a date! You're welcome," Mista boasts.

Narancia glares at the idiot in front of him. He hadn't asked to be set up on a date. He finds it outright insulting that Mista even thinks he would need that kind of help in the first place! Narancia can get a date easy-peasy.

He just... hasn't in a while.

But what's so wrong with that? Life in the gang has been busy. Bucciarati keeps his time occupied with mission after mission. When he's not doing Passione's bidding, he's likely eating or sleeping, maybe reading a comic or two. With sparse downtime, Narancia's mind hasn't really been focused on pursuing romance.

"Who said I needed your help?" Narancia spits.

Mista doesn't answer the question. He leans forward and loops his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Oh, come on. It'll be fun! She's real cute, too. You'll like her."

"Then, why aren't you the one going out with her?" Narancia shrugs Mista's arm off.

"A little too young for me," Mista explains. "Besides, I already know her. It'd be... weird. I don't know. She ain't for me, that's all. But she's perfect for you."

Narancia's eye twitches in subtle irritation. He looks around the room for backup, but nobody seems to care. The rest of the gang keeps their heads down, eyes averted from Narancia's gaze. He scoffs quietly.

"Whatever. Tell her I'm not interested."

"What?" Mista all but shouts. "No, man, please. I talked you up so much! This wasn't easy, you know?"

"Why do you care so much about this?"

"She's a good friend of mine! It would be so rude to go back on my word now..."

The pout on Mista's face is so damn infuriating. Narancia considers punching him square in his jaw.

"At least meet her once. You can turn her down if the date doesn't go well," Mista requests.

So, that's how Narancia finds himself stepping into a cafe in the middle of the afternoon. His interest is already waning as he scans the patrons in the shop. One of these people is meant to be his date? His eyes flicker about. No one here is even remotely attractive.

The bell jingles behind him as another patron enters the cafe. Whoever it is must be in a hurry because they crash straight into Narancia from behind. He stumbles a few paces forward, fury mounting. He already didn't want to be here. These people couldn't at least have manners?

"I'm so sorry," a voice squeaks. "I was in a rush. I'm so sorry."

Narancia turns around, ready to verbally berate whomever it was that bumped into him. Instead, his words catch on his tongue. His would-be attacker (if you can even call bumping into someone an attack) is actually quite... beautiful? His eyes flicker over the girl's features. He notes how cute she looks when she pouts. She continues to mumble quiet apologies and the motion of her lips attracts Narancia's gaze.

Plump. Kissable.

He shakes his head to clear the thought.

"It's fine. Don't worry," Narancia dismisses.

It's then that her eyes lock with his. Her gaze turns curious. Narancia watches the girl's eyes - your eyes - cross over his face. You seem to be examining him closely, almost as if he's... familiar in some way.