Giorno Really Needs a Break

Capitolo I

Giorno struggles to keep his eyes open as Mr. Branson drones on with the lesson. He so desperately wanted to leave and never return, the image of the school building fogging from his memory was relaxing enough to make Giorno even more tired.

He didn't want to go back to school, of course, but something nagged at him too much for him to ditch his education. It was his good friend Buccerati, if the wise man was still alive, Giorno was sure he'd give him a stern talking to about responsibility.

Though everyday, it seemed harder and harder. It took everything Giorno could to not send his trigonometry teacher into an infinite death loop.

As the clock etched towards eight thirty, a small buzz rang from inside Giorno's bag. He silently took his phone out of his bag, he saw a text from his good friend Mista.

"We took out the drug group,
it should be smooth sailing form here, GioGio."

Giorno chuckles at the silly nickname his friend gave him, alerting his teacher of his phone usage. "Mr. Giovanna," his teacher addressed him, outstretching his hand towards the golden haired boy.

Giorno stares at his teacher for a split second, his face remaining calm while his heart raced. "Yes, sir?" He dumbly asked. "Hand me your phone." His teacher orders in his normal dull voice.

Hesitantly, Giorno places his phone in his outstretched hand. "You're going to need to see Ms. Bray in the ISS room." Giorno turned pale for a second. Ms. Bray was a cruel lady with blonde hair, his school usually using her as a substitute teacher when his teachers are sick. She had a reputation of writing up kids for dumb reasons, and being proud when she got a 'New Record'.

This wasn't why Giorno was scared though. For the past few months, he had been doing everything he could to rewrite to wrongs of Diavolo, going around and helping people who were under the usage of dangerous drugs.

Just an hour of missing this would cause thousands of people to suffer for just that much more time. Plus Giorno wouldn't have his phone to ask Fugo to take over as boss for a little while.

Just as his teacher begins walking a few feet away, Giorno's stand, Gold Experience Requiem, reaches for his phone. Normally Giorno wouldn't want to abuse his power, but his ability had evolved so much that it was practically thinking for itself now, so it was hard not too. Plus he was a teenager, so what could you do?

His phone easily slipped from his teachers pocket to his hand, his fingers going into the motion of texting Mista back before it buzzes lightly once again.

Uhh, Giorno, did you invite anyone over?

Giorno furrows his brow slightly.

No, why?

Giorno answers hesitantly, only waiting a few moments for Mista to reply

It's just that, there are people here claiming to be your family