JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Ghiacchio x Reader: Seven Minutes

A/N: Yay! My first writing commission! Still shocked someone paid me to write haha it's so weird to me LOL I hope I got his personality right. I'm really worried ^_^" Anyway! I hope you enjoy!

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It was quite loud in the La Squandra headquarters, which was interesting considering the fact they were usually intensely serious. The only one who was being mildly responsible was Risotto, but you did notice Ghiacchio too. You were standing just a few feet away from where he sat on the couch, just casually studying him.

His lips were scewn in their usual frown, his glasses glinting in the lamp light beside him. His brow was furrowed like he was angry, but in all honesty, he always looked angry. He seemed to not be enjoying the rukus, evident by the persistent tapping of his finger on his drink.

You unconciously smiled as your eyes wandered to his adorable head of curly hair. Looks wise, he was cute. His way of dress always appealed to you, especially those handsome-looking red glasses. They really seemed to make him somewhat vulnerable, which drew you to him.

At that thought, his piercing eyes looked up to meet your own. You froze in place and gave a small smile. He humphed and abruptly ended the awkwardness with a rough tug of his head. You blushed and looked away yourself, but still you kept glancing at him.

Despite your assumed secrecy, you were being observed by a very drunk Formaggio. He has witnessed the small interaction, and was determined to act out his own intoxicated deeds. He knew for a fact you had feelings for Ghiacchio, but he wasn't so sure on the curly-cue end. Still, he devised the one, the best, the only way to get you two together. And that was...

"Yoooooo, what's up, ice man?" Formaggio said as he plopped his drunk self on the couch next to Ghiacchio.

"Who the fuck are you calling ice man!?" Ghiacchio snarled with a dangerous overtone.

"Oi, oi, chill out man, I was just gonna ask ya something."

Ghiacchio humphed in annoyance, yet dealt with Formaggio's stupid drunkness for this small second.

"Just be honest with me ok? Do you like (name)?"

"What!? What kind of goddamn question is that!?" Ghiacchio said with a hard furrowed brow.

"Just tell me already, buddy! I know you do hehehe!"

"Tch!" Ghiacchio growled viciously, not necessarily denying or accepting his teammates accusations.

From afar you could see Ghiacchio and Formaggio conversating. Ghiacchio looked very upset, frustrated even while Formaggio looked so smug like he was schemeing an evil plan or something.

Just then, Ghiacchio abruptly stood up and shouted something inaudible against the music in the background. However, the ground beneath you shook as his eyes were suddenly locked into you, a burning wildfire in his eyes.

In a flash, he stomped up to you and roughly snatched your wrist and began to drag you away,

"Ghiacchio!? What's going on!?"

He didn't say anything as he headed to a door that was just down a small hallway, his eyes practically bulging from his skull he was so angry.

Once you reached the last door on the left, the fuming man flung it open and practically pulled you inside. He slammed the door with a loud THUD!

"HA! See you asshole it's not that big a deal!"

Ghiacchio proceeded to shout obscenities at the door as if it had done him the most unforgivable wrong.