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Okay so I made an edit, well more like 4 edits of Doppio, but here is one. If you want to see them all I made an edits book, so go check that out!
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Unprofessional
⚠Warning⚠ This has slight/minor spoilers for part 5. Just Doppio's character, but read at your own risk.
(Y/n) has been in the mafia sense she was a young adult. She was the first recruit and basically the bosses right hand man...er woman. From the start she knew something was up, the boss, Diavolo, barely showed himself to her and would always send Doppio, someone who was clearly still the boss. So (y/n) did some research and found out that they have multiple personality disorder, so that helped explain what was happening.
So (y/n) was at Doppio's house, she always came once a month, giving him a report on what happened. Yet sometimes she came over other times to just hang out. It was unprofessional, I mean technically he was her boss, even if he didn't know it himself. Yet he seemed to enjoy her company and always invites her over when he can.
She knew that she shouldn't feel the way she should, but she couldn't help but fall for the pink haired man. He had such a innocent demeanor, yet she knew he had many secrets that could put him behind bars for life...good thing he has money and is the mafia boss. Then again, she knew that Doppio held no memory of most of the bad things he has done, for that was only known when Diavolo was around. She also couldn't help but love the way he treated her, he would always treat her like royalty and it would always cause her heart to flutter.
That leads to now, (y/n) sat on the couch in Doppio's living room, a small smile rested on her face. He came into the room, holding two cups of tea. A shy grin was on his face as he placed the cups on the coffee table taking a seat next to the (h/c) haired woman. Right now it was just a hangout, the day before he called (y/n) to come over, saying he wanted to tell her someone.
So (y/n) was KINDA nervous, I mean he wanted to tell her something in person that he couldn't just say over the phone. "So, what did you want to talk about?" (Y/n) asked, moving some of her (h/l) (h/c) hair from her eyes.
A blush crossed over the males freckled cheeks, the confidence he gained yesterday seemed to diminish as he looked at the god like figure sitting next to him. His doubts and anxieties clouded his mind. All of a sudden (y/n) heard Doppio making a ringing noise, she knew what was happening. Diavolo was trying to contact Doppio. Doppio frantically looked around, trying to find a phone or something to substitute one. So (y/n) simply took out her phone and handed it to the poor man who suffered from a mental disorder. The two personalities were whispering to each other for a good ten minutes before he gingerly handed the phone back to her.
"S-sorry, the boss was calling and I didn't mean to be so rude by not answering your question-" Doppio said, getting cut off by the (e/c) eyed beauty putting her finger over his lips.
"Its okay Doppio, no need to feel so guilty. I mean it WAS a call from the boss," (Y/n) replied gently. Doppio felt his whole body heat up at the touch, he couldn't help but feel completely flustered. (Y/n) quickly removed her hand, a crimson blush covering her face at her behavior. Doppio couldn't help but long to be held by her, he just wanted to melt in her arms. These thoughts made him even more flustered.
"I-I uh..." Doppio stuttered, trying to say the words he dreamed of saying since he first met her. His brown eyes, speckled with pink met her (e/c) ones, which immideatly shut him up. He seemed to get lost in the pool of (same color gemstone of your eyes(ex. agate for brown eyes)). Slowly their faces got closer and closer, everything in seemingly slow motion. Right before their lips could touch (y/n) pulled away quickly. Her consciousness told her that this was wrong. Doppio was freaking out, he knew that probably ruined their entire relationship and he was panicking severely.
"Doppio, we can't, this is super unprofessional," (y/n) said, tears in her eyes. Oh how badly did she want to hug and caress him, but her mind was in control right now, not her heart. A look of hurt and confusion was shown in his eyes.
"T-the boss seems to be okay with it," Doppio said looking the other way. "That is what he told me on the phone at least," Doppio muttered.
"Y-you asked the boss about us becoming a thing?" (Y/n) stuttered, seemingly confused on why he would do so.
"Well I did like you for quite a while now," Doppio confessed. "I told the boss about it and I eventually got him to agree to us potentially being a thing," The pink clad man said staring at his hands which were in his lap in embarrassment.
(Y/n) was shocked at she heard, her eyes wandered over the taller mans figure, finding him too adorable. Sometimes she couldn't understand how he was a part of the mafia, but then had to remind herself that he also held the boss in the same body, just another personality. She felt her heart beat faster, eyes shining with hope.
With a sudden confidence boost, (y/n) gently grabbed Doppio's face, tilting it towards her and quickly pecking his lips. Doppio felt his breath get taken away, shock covering his entire face, his mouth slightly agape. He felt like he was dreaming as he studied (y/n)'s face, her (h/l) (h/c) hair that framed her face perfectly, her (e/c) eyes that seemed to sparkle with joy, and then finally her (l/c) plump lips that he felt just a couple seconds earlier.
Doppio thought to himself, that if this was a dream that he would make the most of this moment. So he then gingerly returned his lips to her, his innocent demeanor shinning through. The kiss was slow, shy, and so pure that it melted (y/n)'s heart. She felt a spark that she's read about in those cheesy romance novels, but it seemed to be true. She pulled away slowly, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. She opened her eyes to only see Doppio's flushed, freckled face.
"I-is this a dream?" She could barely hear his voice mutter out, she could clearly hear the misbelief and awe in his voice. (Y/n) was also in a trance like state, almost in a drug induced state.
"I don't think so," She replied with a dopey smile on her face. "C'mere loverboy," (Y/n) said opening her arms, inviting him to join her. He didn't hesitate to hug her. What he didn't expect was for her to lay them both down on the couch and cuddle. He didn't stop himself from nuzzling his face into her neck, his hair tickling her slightly. A content sigh escaped her lips as she felt complete. She finally was able to be with the one she truly loved, even if the relationship was slightly unprofessional.
