JJBA Oneshots

Leone Abbacchio; Home Alone.

A/N:
First NSFW! Sorry if Abbacchio is OOC(out of character), hes not one of my top-favourite characters, but I thought of this and I just had to write it. Hopefully you can look past it if hes not much like himself, I tried my best haha.

Also just wanna say, I won't be doing limes/lemons with Fugo because I personally, cannon him as Asexual. But regular oneshots and fluff is fine, so do request that if you'd like!

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The morning sun peeked through your curtains, spilling into your dim room. You rolled onto your back, yawning and rubbing your eyes. What time was it? It took almost all of your strength to sit upright and glance to the left, over toward your bedside table, where the clock sat.

11:35 AM.

Damn, you had slept in- thank god it you didn't have an assignment today. Poor Giorno, Bucciarati and Fugo- suckers!

This left you, Mista, Narancia and Abbacchio behind. Of course, being the eldest- scratch that, maturest; Abbacchio was in charge.

Although you hesitated, considering to sleep in some more, you eventually removed the comforter from around you, and dangled your legs over the side of the bed. You rose to your feet, and wiggled your bare toes against the soft carpet. You walked over to your dresser, and pulled out some new undergarments, your favorite pair of stretchy-jeans, and a casual white halter-top.

You stripped from your nightclothes and old-underwear, changing to fresh ones and slipping on your new outfit for today. You also grabbed some black ankle-socks and put those on too. You sauntered over to your desk, peering into the mirror anchored onto the wall; you combed through your hair and simply styled it the way you always do.

Time for the teeth brushing!

You exited your room and went down the hall, placing a knock onto the door at the end; the bathroom. It always annoyed you that there were only two restrooms, for the amount of people living in the house.

Since you had recieved no response, you turned the knob to the bathroom and opened the door, stepping in. You closed and locked the door behind you, because SOMEONE- ahem, Narancia- didn't know how to knock, he just let himself in.

You took your usual morning-pee, brushed your teeth, and swished around the mint-mouth rinse on the counter. You left the room and walked half-way down the hall, turning, your feet padded against the staircase as you went down.

"Good morning!." You hollered, only to be greeted by...nothing. Did they go out and leave you here alone?
You checked the kitchen, no one. You knocked on the downstairs bathroom- nada.

You entered the main room, the living room, hands on your hips in confusion- until you saw a familiar purple-haired man sitting on the sofa, content on the TV.

"Abbacchio!," You greeted. "Didn't you hear me?."

"Yes." He grumbled, bluntly. You scoffed.
"Where's Mista and Narancia?."

"Arcade." Abbacchio didn't turn his gaze from the television.

"Oh," you bit your lip. "So we're alone, then?." Abbacchio cocked a brow. "Yes?."

"Okay!," you smiled and walked over by the sofa, where he sat, on the opposite end. "What're you watching?."

"A movie, (Y/n)." He answered, sarcastically.

"I know that, dumbass," You sat on the sofa and looked at the screen. "But what movie?."

"Not sure," He shrugged. "It's one of those newer movies, it just begun. It's kind of odd if you ask me."