JJBA Imagines

Abbacchio: Truth or Dare

Mmmmm abbacchio
Warnings: none

Abbacchio let out a heavy sigh as he poured a glass of red wine for himself. He groaned as his body ached with the movement. The gang had just come back from a grueling mission and had taken a pretty bad beating.

"Bucciarati, I thought you said that was going to be an easy mission," Narancia whined as he plopped on the couch, removing his headband. Mista nodded in agreement, collapsing on top of him.

"I didn't know there would be other stand users there. It was supposed to be in and out," Bruno defended while rubbing the forming bruise on his side. The mission was supposed to be a simple, easy, in and out, cut to the chase, no funny business, mission. But, of course, things never went that smoothly. On their way to Milan to retrieve an encrypted flash drive from the boss, the gang encountered a group of enemy stand users, set on getting their hands on the flash drive first. Although the gang made it out in the end like they always do, they sustained a myriad of cuts, aches, and bruises.

Luckily, Abbacchio had his wine to ease his aching body. And coming home to see your worried expression helped ease his aching soul, though he would never admit it.

You weren't a stand user, so most missions you stayed at HQ. However, you were still a valuable asset to the team. You kept track of every piece of information that went through the Passione power pyramid. Bruno didn't have enough time on his hands to possibly keep track of it all, and the other boys surely didn't have the capacity to process all the information themselves. So, Bruno hired you. He often joked that without you, the team would fall apart. And he meant it; literally and figuratively. Although it wasn't in your job description, you often spent nights at HQ bandaging up the boys after nasty fights.

"What happened to you guys?" You asked, panicked as you gestured towards the pile of bruised and battered men sprawled out on the couch.

"Enemy stand users," Fugo muttered, his eyes drooping as he spoke.

"Does anyone need bandages?" You asked, concerned.

"No, we've mostly got bruises and small cuts," Giorno assured.

"Yeah," Naracncia chimed in, "our spirits are more crushed than anything else." He shoved his face into the cushion of the couch.

And suddenly you had an idea. "I think I know what will lift those spirits," you said giving Narancia a small pat on his head, seeing him lift his head and smile at the gesture. "A game," you declared.

Everyone's attention turned to you, their sunken faces furrowed in confusion. "A game?" They spoke in unison.

"Yes!" You replied, too excited for your own good. "How about truth or dare?" you suggested.

Narancia suddenly burst up from the couch. "I've always wanted to play but I've never gotten the chance to. We should play," he beamed. The others nodded, accepting your offer to spend the night messing with each other and blowing off steam.

"I suppose it won't hurt to have a little fun," Bruno agreed. "We've been on missions every night this week," he added tiredly.

Abbacchio continued sipping from his wine glass. He hadn't spoken a word since returning home.

Mista reached his arm over the back of the couch, twisting to face him, "Abbacchio, are you gonna play," he called out to him.

Abbachio let out a dry laugh pouring more wine into his glass, "No."

He wasn't going to bore himself with silly, immature games when he could be enjoying his wine in his room, alone.

"Why not?" Mista pouted.