𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓-𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 | vento aureo

cinque; THE GRAND REVEAL

"Yeah, I missed you too. Take care, ok? Bye!" you said in French.

You flipped your phone close with a loud slap and turned to Giorno with a smile.

"Dad said he can send out three teams out to investigate your lead. Is everything else settled for tonight?" you asked.

You looked at Giorno, a playful look in your eyes. During the past few days you've gotten to know each other a little better. Not exactly friends-friends, but definitely enough to tease constantly and pick up on each other's sarcasm.

"You sure you're up for it? Wouldn't want for Don Giovanna to get his suit dirty in such a trivial mission." you poked fun at him while picking up one of the many files on his desk and studying it. You didn't have to look up to know he was rolling his eyes.

Somehow, you could relate to each other's feelings and experiences without having to talk much about it. It was a nice change for you, and surely Giorno felt the same. Being in such a position, people ready to die for you any second, having the power to do such much, yet understanding where to stop. You grew up learning about how your family business worked, and you were grateful for the morals your parents taught you.

But Giorno? From your knowledge, he rose to his position by hard work alone. Everything he is, everything he shows to the world, is because he chooses to do so. He chose to use his power to help others and to do good. His will is definitely stronger than anyone else's you've ever met, and for that, he's gained your respect.

"What partner would I be if I let you go on our first proper mission alone?"

"A really crappy one!" you poked your tongue out at him, hoping he wouldn't notice.

He did, of course he did. Giorno always notices every single detail. There's just something about him that makes you feel at ease. Like you don't have to pretend to be proper and respectful all the time. You guessed you both relate to each other more than you would have expected.

He simply smiled and continued going over the plan for tonight's mission.

♡

"Hey Y/N! Ready for tonight?" Mista's familiar energetic tone stopped you as you were walking back to your temporary room. You turned to the male, a goofy smile present on his face. You knew he's going to be enjoying this mission the most.

"Sure. We're still matching our outfits, right?" you asked.

His eyes lit up as he gave you a cheesy grin.

"You remembered!"

"Well, duh. I wasn't that drunk."

You might have been sneaking into the kitchen last night to steal one of Abbacchio's bottles of wine from his seemingly infinite supply. And you might have caught Mista in only his boxers, in front of the open fridge, as he was inhaling a dozen cheese strings.

And you might have laughed about it so hard that someone else heard you, so he grabbed your hand and ran back into his room, while you were still holding the bottle of wine.

Just a couple of glasses in and you're talking about your past, feelings and insecurities. You don't know if it was his charisma, but you could feel he wasn't judging you. Not once.

So yeah, you got drunk at two am, had a bonding moment, laughed your asses off at stupid jokes and became friends.

Why can't it always be this easy?