JJBA Oneshots

Leone Abbacchio; Coming Home.

A/N:
Really, really fucking short, I know- but I've had absolutely zero inspiration these past few days and I just wanted to get something out and hopefully jump-start the writer in me. I kinda hate this oneshot😭.

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His feet were sore and his palms ached, as he thanked the Taxi-man and stepped out of the Pruis, Toyota. His back yearned for the comfort of his soft memory-foam bed.

Sometimes, he hated his job. Like, really hated it, with a passion. His missions kept him up all night, for weeks on end, and most of the time away from home. All he could eat was greasy fast food, and then when he did get home; it was late, times like these. His watch read 1:15.

Although he so desperately wanted it, he grimaced at the thought of getting a good nights sleep in his lovers arms, because he knew, in yet another few days, he would be thwarted into another mission, and be away for weeks and weeks.

Sometimes he didn't know if it was worth it. Risking his life, staying away from home all the time, getting paid subpar money- it reminded him of his time on the force. Qualifications were about the same except, he worked for the Mafia, and was now one of those people he would've reprimanded in his line of duty. He tried his best to convince himself he wasn't like them, but in his newfound career, shady things happened more often than not. More often than he preferred to admit.

But he would do this until the day he died. He made a vow, a commitment unlike any other, stronger than any pinky-promise or, anything you could think of. He owed Bruno Bucciarati his life, and there he would stay, by his side, until the day they both croaked.

He fumbled in his overcoat's pocket for the house keys, and pulled them out by the O-ring with his thumb. He shoved them in the hole, and twisted, jiggling the handle, he pushed the door open in one swift motion. As he expected, the house was quiet and dark. All the lights were off, and so was the TV. He contemplated sleeping on the sofa, as to not wake you, but he ultimately decided to hell with it- he was sure you'd fall back asleep eventually.

He shut the door gently behind him and made no haste into climbing up the stairs. He ventured down the hallway, and slowly opened the bedroom door. He saw your sleeping figure underneath the bedspread, and his usual lifeless face cracked a small smile. He kicked off his boots and slipped off his jacket, shirt and pants and stripped into his simple boxer-shorts, and socks. He'd be sleeping comfy tonight. He tip-toed over to the bed very carefully, slid himself underneath the blankets next to you.

He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you close, and he heard you hum in happiness. "Hi, honey~," You purred. He nuzzled his face against the crook of your warm neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

His skin was warm, and butterflies danced around in your stomach. You held him and never wanted to let go, and you didn't, not until the morning.