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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There will be spoilers. (Following the anime)
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A yawn left the white haired man as he slowly awoke, the rooms curtains were shut tightly and it seemed as though the TV had been muted due to the lack of sound coming from it.
Sitting up his eyes crossed a bit focusing on the luminescent bug still resting among his face. It must've stayed there while he slept, which didn't annoy him much seeing as the nap felt like one of the best he's had in a long time.
You must've closed the curtains at some point to keep the sun from waking him up.
Pushing off Abbacchio's face and fluttering around the room the man rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes realizing how quiet the house was. He knew he had asked you to keep it down but it didn't even feel like your presence was in the house, even though your stand was.
"(Y/N)?" Waiting a bit after calling that out he strained his ears for anything, though no response was received.
Grumbling to himself and rising from the couch he trailed towards the windows pushing apart the curtains before heading into the hallway, stopping before where he recalled your room being. It was certainly off that he was checking up on you but he quickly pushed that aside reminding himself that it was something Bucciarati would've expected him to do. Knocking on the door and waiting for a response nothing was given, though the door itself craned open displaying an empty room. "Wha-(Y/N)?"
Returning back from your outdoor adventure you pushed open the back door with your foot closing it quietly behind you, quickly proceeding to make your way over towards the kitchen counter placing the two drinks in hand onto it.
Peering back towards the couch you noticed that Abbacchio was missing, though you merely assumed he had moved into the guest room to continue his nap. That would be understandable seeing as the living room was in the middle of the house.
Leaving the drinks behind and heading back to where you room was to drop off your wallet a noise from the door across caught your attention. It sounded like a fair amount of cupboards being opened and closed followed by footsteps, both of which spiked your curiosity. Though upon nearing the door it hastily swung open slamming itself against your face with an audible smack noise. The force of which felt like a punch to the face quickly knocking you on your ass.
A whine left your lips as both your hands right away went to soothe the soreness in your nose, your gaze trailing up to who'd opened the door meeting with the ombre hues of Abbacchio.
Though he seemed a bit ticked off to say the least.
"You. Where'd you go?" Demanding that the lean man closed the office door right away returning his attention back to you. Your hands still rubbed down the bridge of your nose from where the door and your face had made contact.
