BLOOD LUST - Giorno x Mista -

Father Dearest

Mista wasnt sure how he ended up in the Headmasters personal lounge, he can't remeber how he even got there. He walked there with Girono and his...Dad? Is that giant even a man? A human? But that's all he really remembers.
Mista had attempted to hide behind Girono when the 6"9 Mudad showed up out of thin air, his attempts were futile.

Mista sat stiffly in a red, plush arm chair next to Giorno, who sat in an identical chair. He was so nervous, he was afraid. The man was staring at him with a terrifying stare, his sharp, red eyes pierced his soul and made him feel so vunerable and weak. He almost jumped out of his skin when the brooding blond spoke,
"So, Mista. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Harunos father, my name is Dio"
There was that name again, Haruno. Was Giorno not Giornos real name? Why would he lie about his name?
"Oh the pleasures all mine"
He spluttered, he's never been nervous meeting someone's parents before. He wasn't sure if it was becuase Dio was Giornos father or if it was the fact that he was an ancient vampire.
"Father I ask you refrain from using my birthname, Mista is unfamiliar with it"
"Oh ho? Alright then. So how did you two boys meet?"
Mista was nearly shitting himself in confusion and fear. He was under the impression that Dio was a horrible person, but he seemed pretty much normal in his treatment towards Giorno.
"Oh we met in art class, Giorno was our human reference"
Mista spoke with manner and thought, not wanting to give a bad impression. He wished he had wore more conservative clothing.
Dio nods, elbows resting on the dark, red, wooden desk he was seated at.
"Ah, yes you're an artist Mista, correct?"
"Uh yeah, I suppose you could call me that"
Giorno sighed, catching the attention of both Mista and Dio.
"Father I appreciate your interest in my private life, but I am rather tired and I would like to return to my dorm with Mista"
Dio looked almost upset by the statement Giorno made, his small smile had dissapeared. He placed his hands flat on his desk.
"Alright Giorno, you may leave. It was a pleasure to meet you Mista"
Mista stood up and watched Giorno escape the room quickly, leaving him behind with Dio. He turned to shake Dios hand, to which Dio gripped his hand tightly. Frightening him. He whispered to Mista
"Please take good care of my son, make sure he knows he is loved, he has a sad heart"

Mista hasn't spoken the whole walk back to Giornos dorm. He was still thinking about (and processing) what the fuck Giornos dad told him. He felt heavy hearted and almost upset at the statement made to him. There was such desperation in Dios eyes, such sadness when talking about Giorno. He seemed like the type of man who hates everyone expect his son and whoever his son likes. He seems like he would do absolutely for Giorno.
He hadn't noticed he was Infront of Giornos door, he hadn't noticed Giorno talk to him, not until he felt a hand gently hold his shoulder.
He was suddenly pulled back to reality, eye to eye with a concerned looking Giorno.
"Mista?"
"Oh sorry, i was on auto pilot"
Mista laughed as he spoke, wanting to remove the upset and tense atmosphere that followed the duo.
"Are you alright? Would you like to go back to your own dorm?"
Mista shook his head, implying no. He wanted to spend time with Giorno as much as possible. Besides, why would he pass up an opportunity to cuddle giorno in a hoodie? Once in a lifetime.

The pair sank into the soft, spring free mattress on Giornos bed. The covers caving in around their bodies as they held each other in silence. Appendages tangled together like thick wool. The silence was welcomed and Mista listened to the gentle breathing of Giorno, his breath was terrifyingly slow. However it was comforting.
The distant sound of the school bell announcing the change from day to night classes interrupted the silence. And human life followed suit, loud chatter and laughter emitted from behind the dorms door. It was Friday, weekend parties were due. The thought made Mista groan and bury his face into the comfort of Giornos chest. The familiar lemon scent of Giornos body wash and detergent made him smile, the smell granted peace of mind and a moment of bliss.

The day had not played out as Mista had planned, he had hoped to bring Giorno ice skating once it got dark. He wasn't expecting to see him outside his class, he didn't expect to meet his dad at the worst possible time. Well It could've been a worse encounter, Mista could've cried. He felt like it.

Mista gently placed soft kisses all over Giornos face, holding it in his hands as he did so. A beautiful smile painted Giornos face as he laughed gently. Mista looked into Giornos blue eyes and smiled. He saw nothing but love in Giornos eyes, no words could change what's seen in one's eyes. They're windows to the soul and expose all of our feelings.

He was glad he went to Vento University, he wasnt going to. His choice has given him a reward, in the form of a fallen angel named Giorno Giovanna.