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Enjoy these sweet and yummy oneshots involving your favorite JJBA characters (mainly from part 5) to help sweeten your life. This collection will feature occasio...
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One of your favorite hobbies to do when stressed was baking.
By far, it can prove to be very relaxing, much like jogging or yoga, and your apartment's kitchen had enough space to move around. The sweetened smells of sugar and freshly baked goods filled the room as you were just putting on the finishing touches to your cake.
A strawberry short cake, to be precise, covered with white frosting and decorated with freshly picked strawberries. Indeed, there was nothing like baking a cake to put a smile on your face.
After all, stressed spelled backwards is desserts.
You were in the midst of humming a little tune when suddenly you heard your front door open. You lifted your head up to see your boyfriend enter the room, and judging by his irritated expression, he was in a sour mood. He slammed the door behind him and continued to grumble, the tips of his ears burning red with rage.
"Pannacotta! What's wrong?" You called out to him before stopping what your doing and walking over to him.
Upon seeing you, his expression relaxed a bit, but his brow furrowed once more as his inner anger still wanted to explode.
"Narancia, that's what!" He groans, running a hand through his hair.
"I see... trying to tutor him on his least favorite subject again?" You pondered.
"Yes, it was like trying to teach a fuckin' cinderblock to roll over! There were only two easy concepts he couldn't fuckin' understand, and I'd spent four hours trying to fuckin' teach him!" He said with a loud voice, fists clenched tightly at his sides.
"Andit's fuckin' 8:00pm!" He exclaims as if Narancia could hear him across Italy.
"I swear he's being stupid on purpose. And If I have to put up with his shit one more time, I am going to make him drink the entire Grand Canal of Venice... and with a fucking straw!" Fugo growled through gritted teeth, his level of aggression rising.
'Jesus Christ!'
"Ok, ok, easy, Fugo," you tried to soothe him. "Calm down and take deep breath." You spoke in a gentle tone, taking hold of his hand as he genuinely did as told.
"I...I'm sorry, amore," he muttered an apology. "It's just..."
"Shhhhh! If you get any angrier, you're going to have some unintentional new holes in your clothes," you joked lightheartedly. "Now c'mere, before you explode." You say and lead him over towards the sofa.
Once he was seated, you went back into the kitchen and carefully grabbed the glass cake stand that held the strawberry short cake and brought it over to the coffee table where he was.
"Here. I made a delicious strawberry short cake for us to enjoy." You say sweetly as you sit down next to him. You didn't miss the way Fugo's eyes lit up; it was like he'd just unearthed gold.
"(Y/n), you made this? It's...It's beautiful!" He marveled. "You really didn't have to do this."
"First, thank you, and second, I wanted to. Though it's a good thing I did, you look like you need something sweet to take your mind off...you know who." You giggled and went to grab a fork and plate before taking a seat beside him.
"Ugh, don't remind me," he groaned as you handed him a slice.
"So, how is it?" You asked after he took a bite.
He hums in delight, "It's absolutely delicious, amore!♡ You certainly outdone yourself." He praised.
"Aww, garzie tesoro!" You blushed at his compliment.
After you both were done eating, you motioned for him to lay his head down on your lap.
You watched him close his eyes as you gently caressed your fingers through his soft locks. You then took both your index fingers and started to massage his temples (pterions). He sighs at the sensation, feeling all his stress and anger melt away.
"I do not deserve you, (Y/n)." He mumbles, his eyes filled with love and admiration.
You lean down and place a soft, lingering kiss on his forehead. "You deserve all the love in the world, and I am grateful every day that you chose me," you say, feeling a surge of emotion.
He reaches up, his hand gently cupping the back of your head, drawing you nearer as he closes the distance between your lips, sealing your words with a deep, tender kiss filled with love and devotion.
"And I love you, Dio mi ha veramente benedetto con un angelo." He smiles. (Translation: God has truly blessed me with an angel.)
"Oh, Pannacotta, stop it," you scoffed. "Now just relax and let me take care of you," you say, gently teasing, and he laughs sleepily.
"Hmm, it feels so good. You have no idea what you do to me," he swoons, his mind feeling relaxed as you kept going, gently raking your fingers through his locks and massaging his scalp.
After a few minutes of this, the faint snore you hear is adorable, making you beam as you kiss his forehead again. Hopefully when he wakes up, he won't be grumpy about Narancia.
