ღThose Momentsღ {Ficlet/Oneshot Collection}

❁Grateful Favors❁ ►Adult!Reborn◄

You despised working-- and/or serving--for men.

Following orders, bowing your head, acting polite whenever an insult spat at you; and even using the honorific ‘sama’ was enough to make your tongue bleed.

However, all of these pet peeves of yours were no problem if it were for the man you loved… your own master, which were to be the unfortunate case.

“Reborn-sama, dinner is served,” your voice shook shyly and gloomily waved a hand through the corridor of his doorway. Butterflies swarm at the pit of your belly as his footsteps neared you. A nervous gasp made your lips twitch at the sensation of his gentle hand lifting your chin and caresses your cheek before Reborn's lips gave it a gentle peck.

'Oh, how much I hate you Reborn!' Your eyebrows scrunched together, trying to hide that nervous blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you _____ il mio tesoro~ [my darling~]”, the Mafioso cooed at your ear. That tone always caused your facial expression to cringe; you just couldn't resist his kindness! Unfortunately, that effort had gone to waste when he swept another affectionate finger across your bottom lip. Dark and mysterious eyes were fixed on your [E/C] ones as he walked by and left a trail of his addicting scent.

Your fist and jaw anxiously tightened to the way Reborn called you ‘darling’. He had the right voice level for such name calling, tempting for a maid in love with her master to bear.

Yes, it made you smile (almost as if a giggle begged to escape), but worst of all, you felt the urge of returning the affection—to embrace his neck and tease his lips with a sweep of your own—though you couldn’t.. and simply bowed you head to avoid eye contact, brows furrowed together in frustration.

These feelings, this torture that brought the best out of you were to blame only yourself.

~FLASHBACK~

You were the only soul walking out late that night from work—because you were too stubborn to leave your shift—and, in consequence, was harassed and nearly killed by a drunken hooligan who randomly pointed a gun to your forehead in exchange to strip naked. Of course, you refuse with all your might because of your great self-respect. You shut your eyes tightly and prepared yourself for a painful death. A gunshot suddenly echoed the dark alley and you winced, thinking it had gone through you, until the loud thud from the offender’s body slamming to the ground caught your eye.

“Stai bene, signorina? [Are you alright, little lady?]” this male’s voice was so serene and gentle; your gaze lifted and made out the shadow of his fedora, shadowing his features, and a hand was lowered to your level for you to take.

“S-si, grazie [Y-Yes, thank you]”, you respond shyly and accept his cold hand to clumsily stand on your feet. From the moment his gentle smile assured that he meant to save your life, you knew you were under his debt, and thus offered to do anything to repay—no matter what. At the moment, your offering was so appropriate after being spontaneously saved.

“Per favore, farò qualsiasi cosa! [Please, I'll do anything!]” You pleaded repeatedly and bowied your head constantly.

Oh, but you were so naïve for spitting out these words to an Italian Mafioso.

Anything, just anything…?

Little did you notice a playful smirk forming his lips under the shadow of his fedora as his dark eyes lifted to yours. He began to approach you while you still bowed your head, and listened to the clicking of his shoes getting louder and louder. Your [E/C] eyes widen in shock to feel your hands being pulled up by this stranger and straightens you up to look directly at him. He was still a dark silhouette to you, but the way he gently kissed your hands with his smirking lips you knew it was like signing a contract--an acceptance.