Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Oneshots/Imagines

Guido Mista | Worries

{  Request/Prompt By: xX_Cherry_Shot_Xx  }

[- I gave Y/n they/them since with me being genderfluid, I feel more comfortable with my non-binary pronouns. I like being a guy, and a girl, but I like being both/neither -]

[ No-one's P.O.V. ]

Awkward tension.

The strange feeling only arises during random times with the two.

Y/n and Mista had been companions for quite a while ever since the fellow had joined them and grew an attachment to the perky lad.

Though they could never tell how they truly felt for him, they'd think it'd cause confusion, being aromantic and genderfluid. Would he be weirded out and confused or maybe he just wouldn't like them after and it would get weird, and their friendship would fade...

That was the worst case scenario.

Through many, many, many talks with each of the other members of Passione, they all related back to one thing. "Be honest and tell him, Mista will understand, when with you hasn't he?"

That and Narancia's answer. "Pretend you're a hooker and rope him in!"

Y/n decided to take the better way and confess.

Inviting him over for a small dinner at their own apartment, their more guaching persona began taking over them. 'Oh god, what if it goes all wrong and he hates me?'

Biting down hard on their lip, they looked back up to the vanity, looking over their androgynous attire. Thank god Bucciarati helped them with that, but at the same time all this preparation was a piece of what made them nervous.

Never-the-less, as soon as they noticed the doorbell ring their thoughts flew out the window.

Opening the door, they were greeted by the very palsy-walsy male, who gave a nickit and smile. "Hey Y/n! Thanks for inviting me over!" "No problem, Guido. After-all, we are friends aren't we?"

'Rubbing in the fact that we're friends... great.' They cringed mentally to themself.

Later on that evening, the two were chatting as dinner was heating up; spaghetti! A classic.

"How have your 'six sons' been?" They queried to which the young man shot back; "Hey! Just because they're always around me, and my stand, and I have to feed them, and I- Okay you're right."

Mista chuckled to himself as well as who Y/n joined him. "Yeah, they're fine. God, stands are crazy, it really is like someone else living in your body, right? Like a ghost! Wait, does that mean we're haunted and they're ghosts!? Gah!"

One of Mista's jokes was always the one of the best solutions to make Y/n forget their worries.

Soon enough the two got to have dinner together. It started out lovely, laughing together and chatting still when Y/n's consciousness came back. 'Tell him already or else you'll never find the chance again.'

"... Can I talk to you about something serious, Guido?" They spoke up, weary of whether to speak more or not. "Uh, yeah. Go ahead." "Well, you know how being aromantic works and how being genderfluid is like...?" "Well, yeah. I'm your friend, why the hell wouldn't I learn them?" "Yep... I'll be honest, Guido."

Twiddling their thumbs, Y/n looked away from the young man as they continued their sentence; "I think I like you... as in I love you. I didn't want to say it because I get so nervous and I thought you'd take it weirdly and-"

In the middle of their rambling, they hadn't noticed him get up to walk over to them, a hand on their shoulder to stop. He gave a reassuring smile. "It's fine Y/n, I love you too." He said in a more peaceful tone.

After dinner, Mista was about to leave. Stopping at the doorway, Y/n following him, he turned around to them. "Well... do you wanna start dating sometime?" "Sure." Y/n responded.

The androgynous being gave him a kiss to his cheek before closing the door on the now flustered Mista.

[- YO I GOT AN UNDERCUT AND I FEEL HIP BRO -]

-L o f i