DIO Sounds About Right

"Giorno I am so sorry that you haven't been on good terms with your father practically since your birth, but I am NOT failing this project just because you want to avoid him," You huffed. The blonde man on your phone screen shot you an annoyed look, which most likely mirrored the one on your own face.

"I don't know why you're so damn adamant on staying at my house to finish this project Y/N. I've already stayed over at your place countless of times and as a plus you're closer to the library, we could just walk over when we need to," Giorno let out a deep sigh as he leaned against his bed frame. "You know how I get when he's around and since his business trip was cancelled he'll be here for the whole weekend."

"Look Gio, I know you try and avoid him as much as possible and I'm not clueless about your feelings towards him," you mumbled with a small frown. "It's just that my roommate is planning on using the apartment for one of her ridiculous parties and we're not going to have any peace for our work if you come over here. Besides, even if your dad is going to be home all weekend you always tell me he locks himself in his study, so it's not like we're going to be graced with his presence anyways."

"Still it's just the simple thought of being under the same roof as him that's bothering me. Plus, I don't think you've even met my dad, so you wouldn't really understand why I'm so against it."

"You make it sound like he's some sort of monster, maybe we should start calling him Count Dracula or something." Your friend snorted at your stupid joke, trying to hide his smile by turning his face away from the screen."Either way you won't be completely alone with him if I'm there, and I know you wouldn't be able to put up with a bunch of drunk college girls trying to get you into their panties." At your last remark the blonde made a look of disgust and knew that you basically won the argument. If there was one thing that bothered Giorno the most, it was those self proclaimed 'fans' of his that were scattered throughout the university that you both attended, your roommate being one of them. Trying to avoid their affections while they were drunk would cause him even more displeasure than usual.

"Fine then. I'll text you the address." You couldn't hide your excitement as you jumped out of bed to start packing your bag. This would be the first time going over to Giorno's house since you've met him, and you weren't going to waste any time if he decided to change his mind last minute.

"Alright I'll see you soon then. Bye Giogio!"

"I told you not to call me that!" You playfully stuck your tongue out at the blonde before ending the FaceTime call to finish packing.

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You couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the enormous house before you, flicking your head back and forth between the address Giorno had sent to you and the one plated in gold above the large double set doors. You even asked the boy more than once if he sent you the wrong address by mistake, earning you a barrage of middle finger emojis and obscenities at having to repeat himself over and over. Gingerly you lifted your hand to the doorbell and rang it, hearing the chime as clear as day echo inside. Your eyes shifted above the doorbell and noticed a plaque with the name 'Brando' etched across it. The sound of one of the doors opening gained your attention once more as a gorgeous young woman stepped out from them. She was wearing what looked to be a tight fitting maid's uniform, with long brown hair swept to the side and cascading down one of her shoulders.

"Welcome to the Brando residence," She said with a polite smile. "How can I help you Miss?"

'Brando residence?" You thought to yourself. 'I thought Giorno's last name was Giovanna?'

"Uh hi...I'm looking for Giorno? I'm not sure if I'm at the right address." The young woman perked up at Giorno's name and stepped aside, holding the door open with a warm smile.