Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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"Can you all stop arguing?! You're once again disrupting the other customers and scaring our newest member." Having stepped out before the group Bucciarati crossed his arms over one another, a disappointed expression was clearly shown across his face as well as a scowl. This wasn't exactly the first impression he wanted the group to make on you, but beggars can't be choosers.
"I wouldn't be surprised if after hearing all that racquet that she doesn't request a transfer." Quickly adding that he eyed the group sternly, it was a frequent thing for the group to argue amongst one another, but it was also getting tiresome. At least for him seeing as he was always the one to break things up.
Upon hearing the man's firm tone the group quickly settled back down, each resting back into their respective chairs. A new member wasn't a regular occurrence, let alone one that was a girl.
Perhaps this was the person Bucciarati had been expecting for the past few days that none of them had really paid much attention to.
"She? It's a girl." Raising a brow to pair up with his question the black haired teen rested an elbow among the table, the pencil in hand was waved between his fingers while Bucciarati's words replayed in his head.
"Man I hope she's cute." The comment was quickly followed by a harsh smack as the black haired boy's head snapped forward having been struck by the strawberry blond beside him.
"Shut up and let him finish."
Clearing his throat to once again gain the table's attention Bucciarati continued, this time glancing over to the side and waving a hand into a quick come over gesture. Shuffling over and promptly standing beside he spoke, "Everyone, this is (Y/N) (L/N), treat her with respect."
Shuffling your feet in place among the floor you eyed the group before you, a slight wave was given as well. "Uh Hi."
Giving you a quick once over the guy with bright orange and blue attire let out a hum before moving his attention towards the black haired teen a seat away, "Damn. She is cute." His attention had quickly returned back to you and upon hearing the comment a rosy hue had crawled across your cheeks.
"Names Mista by the way."
Opening your mouth to acknowledge the introduction you closed it right after having been interrupted by Bucciarati who'd moved to pull another chair up to the table motioned towards it, his words overshadowing Mista's introduction. "Here why don't you all chat a bit. I'll be back."
The group collectively acknowledged the suggestion right away and as Bucciarati left he spared you a reassuring smile waiting for you to take a seat before fully departing.
"Well now that he's gone I'm going to say it again. Names Mista." The man across from you flashed a large smile, dark eyes stood out against his rather bright attire; that of which consisted of an orange hat garnering a blue arrow pointed down the bridge of his nose and a blue sweater could be seen above the table cut in what you would assume was a cropped fit. Both the articles had white gridded lines across them as well as a few minor detailing.
