Seven Weeks Of La Squadra

WOMAN LIKE ME | PESCI

"Damn. That was badass." Illuso hummed from the side of Pesci, who was also hanging on the sidelines, Prosciutto shook his head exasperatedly when the young man shook his head sheepishly.

"Y-yeah, she is pretty um, badass. But do you think she's okay with us watching her?" Pesci has his hands clasped together as he sweated, Prosciutto growled and took a drag of his cigarette before turning to the green haired man.

"Why would she care if we were watching her train? We're her fucking teammates Pesci." The blonde sighed, flicking some ash away before he continued to smoke and ignore Pesci.

You grunted, kicking the punching bag swiftly before returning to your fists to give it a fruitful beat down, you felt bad whenever you saw Pesci flinch when you landed a hit on the bag, the dude really was a..well, pussy.

You wondered if the cutie would ever have a change of heart, you thought Prosciutto's nagging might give him a nudge into being a badass, or at least not a pussy, but apparently not.

Oh well, you kinda liked him how he was anyway.

"You gonna sit and stare or come and train with me?" You turned around to face the three men, draping a small white towel over your neck and gulping down some much needed water, dabbing some of the sweat away on your face.

Illuso made an 'o' face and looked to the side, tapping the side and making an excuse to leave before swiftly making his exit, hoping to avoid getting his ass kicked by you for the purpose of training AND for the fact he was checking you out.

Prosciutto shuffled off his jacket, Pesci watched in anticipation as Prosciutto seemed to be sizing you up, he knew how strong the blonde was, he didn't know who to root for, his aniki or the girl he was crushing on.

It was a tough decision but he thinks you won in the end, you were truly a sight to watch when you fought, it was like you were water, your movements were so fluid, Risotto often asked you to help train him and the guys since some of them didn't know much proper hand to hand combat.

Although that idea was discarded when a certain few took advantage of being pinned under you, Pesci almost grew sour at the thought, with a sigh his eyes returned to you and Prosciutto battling it out on the mat.

The green haired man felt a new emotion well up in him when he saw you successfully pin his aniki down to the mat, a dark blush fell onto his cheeks..was he jealous?

Of course not. He's never jealous, especially of Prosciutto, he looks up to him and no less, but it didn't stop the young man from doubting himself like always, he ended up being so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't realise that you had stopped what you were doing and Prosciutto had gone on his way, most likely sulking about his defeat.

Pesci felt your gaze on the back of his neck, nervously turning around to meet your eyes, which held the normal soft expression whenever you spoke to him, he internally melted.

"You hanging around to spar? If not I'm gonna bounce, Illuso will probably use all the hot water for his hair if I don't shower first." You laughed, and Pesci nodded shyly, you grasped the side of his shirt and he flinched, watching you admire the fabric.

"You look good in pink, Pesci." You smiled, before leaving, causing Pesci to stop holding his breath, he internally bullied himself for being so obvious around you.

He looked down at his shirt, maybe he should start wearing pink more often. He had a few nice shirts that were in the same shade of pink, although he wondered if he wore it more often Prosciutto would nag him.

Oh screw it. It's his clothes.

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"Nice shirt Pesci!"

He heard your voice holler out as you walked past the room, Prosciutto raised an eyebrow as he walked in to stare at the shade a pink, but said nothing else. Pesci blushed almost crimson, shyly calling out a thanks to you as he went back to reading his book, one of his hands darting out to grab his fork and finish the bit of pancake on it.

You soon came into the room with a magazine, plonking right next to Pesci, causing him to freeze up and nearly choke on his food, you heard him cough and patted his back lightly, he thanked you and leaned back in his chair, trying very desperately to stave off the blush he could feel heating up his cheeks.

"Pesci, you got something on your cheek, hon."

And there it was. You leaned over to thumb the whipped cream off of the side of his mouth and Pesci nearly died right then and there. His heart was going wild and it seemed he just couldn't help himself.

"Don't do that!" He hollered, burying his face in his hands, leaving you to be outright confused.

"Hm? Why not?" You tilted your head and Pesci sighed shakily, it was now or never.

"Because I don't wanna fall more in love with you than I already am." The young man sorta deadpanned, before panicking when you were silent for a split second.

"Wait did I say that correctly? Did I-oh no, I shouldn't have-" You cut him off with a chuckle, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I think you said it just right." You hummed with a laugh, time seemed to stop and the sweat on Pesci's face suddenly evaporated, his heart felt all fuzzy.

"Nice one." Prosciutto said to Pesci from the doorway, before walking away, the younger man was shook, his aniki approved!

He wrapped an arm around you, sighing gently, this went better than he could have ever expected it to.

"Oh and Pesci?"

"Yeah?"

"Pink is definitely your colour."

WEEK FOUR: PESCI!