Diavolo × Reader

- chapter 5 -

Time skip: 2:18AM
Diavolo POV

I wake up all of the sudden, something- rather, someone kicked him. I turn around, staring at her, she's grunting, sweating. She looks frustrated, she's moving a lot. Nightmare? Probably, yesterday she was calm and serene. I'm not sure if I should wake her up or let her be. I shake her and whisper "wake up". She shots her eyes open and she gasps for air. Yeah, it was a nightmare. I look at her, curiously. "Goddammit not again-" she grunts and looks at me, "I'm sorry for waking you up. you see, I watched a movie- a horror movie four days ago and--- it was terrifying! I regret it so damn much! I'm even worried about going to the bathroom at night!" She explains to me as she starts laughing and wiping the sweat up her forehead. "I see, go back to sleep" I tell her- it sounds like an order thought. She nods and lays back down and I turn around, my back facing her.

She starts snoring gently after a bit and then something passes my mind- 'aspetta in secondo- perché sto dormendo sul suo letto?' [wait a second- why am I sleeping on her bed?] I'm not even..scared like yesterday, I even went out and... weirdly, nothing happened. Was what she said about 'if you act good Gold Experience Requiem's power will vanish' right?- oh. I smirk a little, uncontrollably. 'interessante' [interesting] I think to myself. well, hope that's the case.

Me, being in a fine mood, I drift back to sleep.

Time skip: 7:20AM
Normal POV

You can faintly hear the alarm, lucky you, you're not a deep sleeper or you would have woken up late. You slowly open your eyes, the sun is shining through the curtains of the window, illuminating the room. You took a minute to appreciate how the sun makes everything look so...beautiful you can even see the dust particles, floating around.

You sit on the bed, slowly, then you turn around to look at the male next to you. Your heart skips a beat. He might have moved in his sleep because his face was facing you.

You didn't like him, not that was, at least. But, you could never deny how much the sun rays complimented his features. How they.. evidences his clear face, nice eyebrows, plump lips, straight nose..even his eyelashes and hair. His eyelashes weren't so long, but you are sure that he never took care of them, they still looked gorgeous on him. And, oh God, his hair. You loved how it looked, it didn't feel the smoothest, but it felt and looked good from the times you touched it.

You get this urge to touch his hair- but you don't want to wake him up. You're conflicted: 'should I do it? Should I not?' you ask yourself. You give up. You take one hand that was supporting you on the mattress and slowly, move it towards his hair. You're almost there, you barely touch his hair when his hand heaps your wrist and he opens his eyes. He looks a little sleepy but he stares at your eyes, you stare back. Some seconds pass, you just can't help but admire his mesmerising eyes. They can be seen as fearful, but also gorgeous.

"Sorry for waking you up, I wanted to touch your hair" you explain to him as you giggle. He only rises an eyebrow and lets go of your hand, slowly sitting on the bed, yawning lightly, with his deep voice. His back facing you, he stays still for a bit, "u-uh, did I make you ma-" you start, getting interrupted "you can touch it" he only says. You smile brightly and move to sit right behind him, on your knees. You touch it a bit, mess it up and giggle. He stays still, you can't see his expression but you don't think about it too much. You make a messy braid then undo it.

You then get a stupid idea, very stupid. You take out to elastics from the bedside table and, without him realising what you're doing, you make pig tails. You stand up, jump out the bed and look at him. It starts with a giggle, you cover your mouth with your hand as the giggle becomes stronger, now it's a laugh. From that laugh, you drop on your knees, laughing too hard. You could get a heart attack. Your eyes are tearing up from laughter. He slightly smirks at your sight and stand up, looking at himself in the mirror.