Star Struck (JJBA x Reader Oneshots) [COMPLETED]

Illuso | Steam on the Mirrors

MALE READER LEMON

Requested by @Tuna_Nuna_Mituna

~adult content and language warning~

(Art is not mine credit to yevnean on twitter)

 "I'm telling you, this idiota is going to be the end of me. You haven't even seen his math skills yet!" Fugo rants, complaining about his teammate Narancia. "And now there's a new kid named Giorno and at least I can stand him. He's generally composed, but he's still a 15-year-old." 

I chuckle while sipping on my coffee, glad to see him back to his normal self. "And here I was worried when I left you would be all depressed. Seems you found another group of dumbasses to keep in line." I glance over to the wall covered in mirrors, paranoid a certain dumbass that I used to know was watching, but I haven't seen him in years. I turn back to Fugo, grinning slightly. "I'm glad. I'll have to thank that Bucciarati for taking in my fratello."

He looks up at me from his piece of cake, almost like what I said was a shock. He slowly melted into a smile and nodded, reminding me of how he used to behave as a child. "I'll let him know my fratello maggiore wants to meet him." He glances at his watch and jumps a little, scarfing the rest of his cake. "I wish I could stay a bit longer, but Bucciarati set up a meeting in fifteen minutes." Looking down at his watch again, he nearly shouts, "Merda! I'll barely make it!" He slapped down enough lire to cover both of us and tip the waitress that put up with us and waved, skip-running out of the restaurant.

My gaze snaps to the mirrors, catching a shadow speeding across. I could have sworn- no, don't do that. He hasn't talked to you in years (Y/n), take a breath. I sigh and continue to sip on my coffee. I can't seem to shake that he's there, watching. I take another deep breath and finish my cup, taking it all in one gulp. I wave down the waitress and hand her the money since I know this side of town. Slipping out of my chair, I make my way out of the restaurant and down a few alleys.

I finally make it home and lock all my doors. I let out a shaky breath and close my eyes, counting down from ten and grounding myself. 

Dieci...

The wood of the door slowly dug into my fingers as I pressed the tips into the corners.

Nove...

The smell of last night's alfredo gently calmed my nerves, despite being slightly unwanted.

Otto...

The taste of the slightly burnt coffee from earlier permeated my mind.

Sette...

The shifting light from the rooms skylight danced across my eyelids.

Sei...

The birds from this morning still brightly chirped outside.

Cinque...

The cool metal slowly warming under my palm.

Quattro...

The blooming lavender bush outside.

Tre...

The strawberry I stole from Fugo.

Due...

The patterns on my eyelids.

Uno...

The-

"Hey (Y/n)."

"Gah!" I snap open my eyes, pulling my switchblade from my belt and aiming it at the intruder. Their breath hitched audibly and they threw up their hands. After a few moments I realize, "Illuso?"