JJBA Oneshots

Melone; Massage.

A/N:
Lemon🍋.
Hiya! So I'm slowly but surely going to be introducing La Squadra characters! I'll probably only start off with a few here and there, probably my main faves because it's new territory and it kind of makes me nervous. Some of them might be OOC :/
Also, apologies for the late upload! It's currently 2:29 AM for me but I just now finished this and I wanted to go ahead and publish it.

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Slamming your bedroom door behind you, you stomped your feet over to your bed and PLOPPED.

You were tired, your eyes hurt, you had a headache, and ontop of that, your arms, legs and feet hurt too!

You had gone through a bit of training with your Capo, Risotto Nero, to make sure you were up to skill with the next mission you'd be going on. Needless to say, it was alot harder than you imagined it would be, but according to Nero, you passed with 'flying colors' even though you had struggled a bit.

You had only joined La Squadra a few weeks ago, and had already gone on a few minor missions but coming up, was your most major one since you joined, and Risotto wanted to make sure you were completely prepared. You appreciated him taking you under his wing, and worrying about your skillset like he was but you had to admit it was a bit annoying.

You weren't completely inexperienced, although Risotto treated you like it. You had been in another gang before them, a bit smaller and less known but still well off before you had been transferred. You were one of their best members. That being said, you were nowhere near as good as the members of La Squadra, and everyone acknowledged it. Maybe with all of this training though, they would finally treat you as one of them.

You didn't even bother covering up, and curling into bed, you begged for sleep, right there, in the belly-flop position that you were already in.

As the gears in your brain stopped spinning, you felt your conscious drifting off. That was, anyways, until a shrill knock on your door echoed through the room.

"What?." You grumbled out, loud enough for whomever it was to hear on the other side of the door.

"It's me, tesoro~." A soft, sing-songy, familiar voice called.

"What do you want, Melone?." You sighed audibly.

"You're sounding so much like Ghiaccio right now, bunny!," You could practically hear him pouting his lower lip. "I just wanted to talk!."

"Okay, what did you want to talk about?."

"Can I come in, hmm?~."

"Whatever, door's open."

There was no hesitation in the turning of the knob, and pushing the door open, in popped the familiar lavender-haired man's head. He took a scan around the room before he slipped the rest of his slender body inside and closed the door tight behind him.

"Okay, now, again, what did you want?."
You didn't bother raising your head up from the sheets to look at him.

"I know how you've been so stressed out over training so hard, dolcezza." He started. "And I know you must be very sore! So I was thinking....,"

You raised a brow, still face-planted in your bedsheets. You wondered where he was going with this.

"Maybe I could give you a nice massage, yes? Relieve you of those sore muscles, bunny!." 

You lifted your head from its position, glaring at him harshly. He stood at the end of your bed, a bottle of scented lotion already prepared in his hands. Red flags went off in your head. Melone was a weirdo, this you knew...you immediately figured he had ulterior motives. But, who could pass up a free massage? If he tried any funny business...you could always just kick his ass down the stairs.