JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Giorno x Reader: Thief

Requested by jyvy_kujo :)

The cool, refreshing breeze of Italy generously greeted you as you stepped out of the airport, your body slightly tilted from the weight of your suitcase.

'Damn. I should've packed lighter.'

As you shuffled out of the terminal, something massive caught your eye. Your jaw literally dropped as your eyes met the insanely long line of people waiting for taxis. You groaned, shifting the luggage in your hands.

Just then, a voice entered your vicinity, "Excuse me, signorina."

You turned towards the source, your cheeks immediately flushing at the sight: It was a young man (who looked younger than he should be), His golden mane shimmered in the sunlight and his stunning blue eyes could've easily been mistaken for gems. On top of all that, his toned chest was exposed for the whole world to see. You had no idea such beauty existed!

"I couldn't help but notice your struggle with your luggage," his already friendly smile widened, "would you like me to handle it for you?"

Your lashes fluttered as you struggled to keep eye contact, "No thank you. I'm fine."

The blonde shrugged, "That's too bad. I was going to offer you a ride as well, but," he turned and slowly started to walk away, "It's your call."

You bit your lip, debating whether or not to go with this way-too-beautiful stranger. You looked once more at the taxi line, your suitcase getting heavier by the second.

"Wait."

The young man looked over his shoulder with a mischievous smirk.

"I'll...take that offer," you gave a shy smile, "if it's still available."

He slowly approached you, his smile much more alluring this time, "You got a name, signorina?"

Your cheeks burned as he grabbed your bag, "Its (name)," you tucked your hair behind your ear, "What about you?"

He tossed your luggage in the passenger car of his makeshift taxi, "My name is Giorno Giovanna," he quickly made his way to the driver's side, "and I'll be a lucky man once I go and pawn all your belongings."

Your eyes blinked as you stood there confused, "Wait. Wha--"

Before you could mutter another word, the golden-haired thief took off, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. You shook your head as you tried to process what just happened.

'Did I...just get robbed?'

~

You hated traveling. No. You hated Italy. No. You hated Giorno Giovanna.

Your heavy feet dragged along the sidewalk and your back arched in utter defeat. That two-bit, dirty, charming thief left you high and dry. No money, no passport and most of all, no dignity. Your sunken eyes managed to look up from the ground only to be met with a familiar sight: a cheaply painted yellow taxi.

There was no denying it. This was the getaway car that scumbag used to get away. But...that could only mean--

"Grazie! We hope to see you again, Giorno."

The criminal stepped out of a small building, his obnoxious piss-colored hair making your blood boil so fierce, you were almost seeing red.

'Giorno...'

Your legs suddenly began to advance towards him in a brisk walk, 'Giorno.'

You switched to a trot, "Giorno!" you screamed as you slammed into him with all the weight of your body. You both fell to the ground with a hard thud, Giorno taking most of the blow...and rightly so!