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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Surprisingly enough a few days have passed since your initial meeting with all the boys. Everyone seemed quite unique in their own way and you appreciated how honest they all were, of course there were awkward moments...but nothings perfect.
Swinging your legs lightly underneath the chair you sat in a soft hum had left your lips, your thoughts wondered to each member of the group somewhat organizing them from most talked to to least. Mista and Narancia were fairly friendly and easy to get along with from what you've experienced, while Fugo was more reserved and conversations between the two of you were pleasant. With Abbacchio you had yet to engage in a proper conversation, the man intimidated the shit out of you, just simply because it seemed as though every time you made eye contact his default look was a glare.
Now Bucciarati on the other hand was definitely someone who was very easy going, being able to converse no matter the topic. Although he was busy majority of the time you found interactions with him very pleasing and often enjoyed the casual talk that'd begun between the two of you.
They all just made you feel right at home.
A yawn quickly tore through your train of thought seemingly reminding you of what time it was. Your eyes trailed towards the very early morning rays slinking in through the curtain and a hum left your lips. Sleeping in had been something you couldn't seem to do lately, instead waking up at the crack of dawn almost every morning.
It was an odd occurrence but it gave you time to reflect on everything as well as gather your own thoughts. Thoughts like what everyone's stand actually looked since you've only really been told their names and abilities. Though you supposed it was sort of the same with your own stand.
Some things are just hard to explain without a proper demonstration.
Covering up another yawn you took a quick peek at the time, it wasn't as early as when you'd first woke up allowing you to feel alright if you accidentally woke anybody up. Which led to you slipping into the hallway and down towards where the kitchen was, your eyes scouring the shelves and fridge tugging out a few things. You felt like it'd be a nice gesture to make breakfast for everyone, but the task would be a bit tricky trying to remain as quiet as you could.
Measuring out some flour, sugar, salt and a few other things into a bowl you quietly mixed everything together till a sort of thick batter was formed. Setting the bowl aside and rummaging through one of the cupboards you pulled out a pan setting it down on top of the stove waiting for it to heat up. Shifting from side to side while waiting for the pan to heat up you failed to notice the soft footsteps treading down the hall, nearly getting scared out of your skin as someone spoke.
"What are you doing?" Snapping your head towards who'd spoken your gaze locked with purple hues and a relieved breath left your lips.
"Jesus you scared me." Scrunching up your nose to emphasize your point a huff followed before you answered the blond's previous question. "To answer your question I'm making breakfast." Returning your focus back to the stove you greased the pan before plopping some decently sized dollops into the pan.
