Heart Strings (Passione x Reader)

Harem ending cont. Meeting Mista's Parents

You met with Mista after school, agreeing to walk home with him. You soon parted ways with the others, only a few houses down from Mista's. "Don't worry, they'll both be at work for another hour or so." He reassured you, and you soon arrived at his residence.

"You can leave your bag in my room; first door on the right, I'll get us a snack." He smiled gently, leaving you to wander down the unfamiliar hall.

It was rather easy to find his room, but much harder to leave when you took a glance around. You giggled at the array of various anime posters, already excited to force him to watch a new one with you later.

Not wanting to pry too far, you went to leave until multiple picture frames on the dresser caught your eye. The first one was what you assumed was him with his parents when he was young, his mousy brown hair significantly longer than it is now.

You picked up the next one, running your thumb over the silver swirls in the design. You bit back your grin as you looked at all your partners only a few years back. You recognized Giorno's dark hair, as the blonde was the shade less known to you anyway. Trish had her hair down, and you couldn't help but imagine it now. You were taken aback when you came across Abbacchio, his hair short. It was miraculous how fast his hair grew, and you noted to appreciate the work of nature more.

The others were very similar, and you fixed the frame back into its place before moving to the last one. You felt your face redden and beamed, a photo of you and Mista that day on the hill. You remember taking the photo before you left, but it was still surprising he framed it.

Engrossed in the photo, you jolted when an arm snaked around your waist. "Sneaking around?" He chuckled.

"N-no! I was just looking around."

"Relax, I was kidding." He kissed your cheek lightly, "my mom made cookies yesterday if you want any, you were taking awhile so I came to check on you." You followed him to the living room, jumping for the armrest seat of the couch before he could. "Aw, come onnnn." He begged, setting the cookies on your lap as he huddled himself on the floor; leaning against the couch beneath you.

You inquired about his parents nervously as it came down to the last cookie, each of you eyeing the other. Mista snatched it before you could act, causing you to hurl yourself over the couch and onto him roughly. The plate with the cookies flew off into the living room in the mess, and Mista was poorly trapped under you.

You snatched his moment of surprise to retrieve the cookie and make a run for it. Though, it was unsuccessful. You were soon pinned, Mista sitting on your stomach as he held down your wrist; your grasp tightened around the cookie.

You were too caught up in fending him off to hear the door open. Mista's hand was closing around the cookie as you attempted you squirm free. "..uh hello?"

You froze, Mista taking the cookie and spinning around, falling off you. "Mom, dad, you're home early." You were too embarrassed to worry about Mista's practically inhaling the sweet chocolate chip cookie. "Meet my partner, y/n."

"I am so sorry! We were uh, fighting over a cookie, please excuse me. Nice to meet you." You coughed out, hiding your tomato tinted face behind your sleeve.

"Oh don't worry dear, but if you plan to do anything like that please stay in my son's room." His mom smiled, deepening your flush.

"It was over a cookie, really!" You stammered, Mista interrupting.

"Don't worry, we will." He winked at you, finishing the last of the cookie. You stood up, helping Mista and turned to shake their hands.

"Nice to meet you y/n, we'll go prepare dinner." His father spoke gruffly, disappearing into the kitchen with his mother.

Mista chuckled, "You little goof." You playfully punched his arm and attempted to fix your hair. He helped you, brushing a loose hair into place.

- - -

You sat beside Mista at the table, his parents menacingly across from you. You waited for everyone else to get their helpings before you got a hefty serving of [your favorite meal].

"So, how did our son manage to find someone as good looking as you? He still wears Batman boxers, ya know." His mom commented, causing you to bite back laughter as Mista groaned.

The dinner was pretty much constant embarrassment for him, with mentions of his poor habits or funny childhood stories. Your favorite being; "when he was a toddler he always wore this pink princess dress while watching Dora."

- - -

"I can't believe she brought up the underwear! I only wear it when nothing else is clean." He whined and plopped down on his bed as you grinned.

"So you admit to it?" You joked, propped up on your elbow beside him.

"Shut it." He murmured a reply.

"Hey, I wanna see them, I bet they're cute." Yeah, that bought a smile from him.

A/N
Roses are red, violets are blue, school has been eating my ass god help me