hσnєч sucklє ♥ Narancia Ghirga x Reader

Always - Chapter Two

It had been several weeks since you'd seen any of the gang. Crime and feuds had passed, several more drug busts sprang up causing partial panic, and everyone was on their toes. But you somehow managed to stay out of any of it. Life had been going smoothly for you. Other than the feeling of loneliness nodding in your mind, you'd been staying clear and happy.

Bruno's gang had been quite the opposite. He'd had to send everyone on constant missions, the stress getting to the team more than ever. They looked like zombies your first time visiting them after the rush of work in the past few weeks.

Narancia looked about as used as a rag, Mista's usually happy mood was dim and drained, and Abbacchio's under eyes were darker than his outfit. Fugo was more aquatinted with the hard work, but both Bucciarati and him looked used nonetheless.

The instant you saw them you were stuck with worry, but hid it with clearing your throat.

"Uhm... How has work been? I've heard the rumors. I haven't gotten any orders to help with anything-" You tried to start conversation with the practically lifeless group, distress beginning to wear on your mind.

Mista sat up a slight bit and waved your question off. "The groups just been busy. I see the worry in your eyes" he managed a small laugh.

You nodded and pursed your lips as you looked at the group. Your eyes landed on Narancia, curled up in a chair. He was seemingly asleep, his side rising and falling with each breath he took. Something about it looked angelic, but he almost looked dead at the same time.

"Is Narancia aslee-?" You had been cut off by him groaning out a small, croaky noise you deciphered as 'no'. You nodded again, the silence of the group making you quite awkward.

Bruno stood up after a while, ending the silence by addressing the fact that there's more work to be done. In the end of his long conversation and demands, everyone ended with a mission except for Narancia, who had been asleep by now.

After being informed by Bucciarati that you should wait here with Narancia, you led yourself to the kitchen and began to make tea. You felt bad for the group, really. They were always working harder than they deserved to be. In your mind, you thought that they were all too young to be working so hard but you kept that to yourself.

Once you had your warm teacup ready with honey in it, you found yourself trapped in a book on Bucciarati's couch. Though you weren't a romantic person, you couldn't help but feel attached to the romantic fantasies you found in novels. In your heart you knew it was because you were lacking anything the book gave you. Support, romantic ideas, a way to get your mind off things, an idea of love. It was all in portable pages, so you didn't find the need for a lover for the moment.

As the book was hitting it's climax, with the main character receiving dramatic information, you were interrupted by black hair blocking your vision as Narancia leaned over to see what you were reading.

"Romance..? Blegh. What're you drinking?" He sniffed your tea and his eyes widened. It smelled really good.

"Tea with honey. And romance is good, you just don't understand it cause you're a teenage boy" you teased him as you closed the book slowly, leaning away from his figure.

"Can you make me some?" His voice cracked slightly before he coughed. You looked closer at his face and noticed just how bad he looked. Narancia's usual bright and excited eyes were filled with bore and fatigue. He looked quite ill, and your heart was panged with empathy.

"I will in just a second. And put on some warmer clothes, you're clearly sick and we both know Bucciarati keeps his home far too cold for comfort when he's gone" You let out a huff you didn't know you were holding in.

He looked down before nodding and heading upstairs to get changed, while you traveled back to the kitchen to make a fresh batch of tea.

As you added the quick serve batch, your mind wandered to the way his dimples showed on his smile when you agreed to make him tea. You couldn't lie to yourself, he was cute. You thought that even back when you met him the first time. He was always cute.

Narancia's loud footsteps echoed on the stairs as he came down in a light orange sweatshirt that Bruno had gifted him months prior. "Better?" He mumbled as he plopped beside you on the couch.

You nodded, handing him his tea. He rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes, sipping the tea and yawning every few minutes.

Time passed like that for a while, and you found yourself silently admiring him. Your hand was in his hair, gently running circles through it. His hair was softer than yours, even. And the way he let out soft noises when you rubbed his scalp was adorable.

His sickly face was peppered with light freckles, exposed from the sun he'd been in so much. His long eyelashes brushed against his face every time his eyes moved and he'd readjust himself every time your shoulder even made the slightest movement. It felt.. Strange. You'd never seen him in this light before. He looked innocent, untainted aside from his sickness. You allowed emotions to flow freely through you as he drifted off to sleep.

//935 words. Wow, that was more than I expected but less than I wanted to write. I promise the next one will be longer!! And much more wholesome.