jjba one-shots :D || completed!

That Attractive Gunslinger || Mista x Reader

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Story Type: Fluff (I'm going to try to start easy lol)

Who: Mista X Fem! Reader

Storyline: You're tutoring Narancia, your thoughts on Mista.

enjoy, simps :)

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"Hey, Y/N!" Narancia waves a hand in front of your face, his purple eyes staring at you.

"Huh?-What?!" You yell, staring back at him.

"You spaced out again. You okay?" Narancia asks, his voice worried.

"Yeah." You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You haven't been able to focus on anything the past few days; your thoughts are somewhere else. Guido Mista. You blush just thinking about that manly name. 

Ever since he saved you from that crazed Stand user, you've been thinking about him non-stop. His dark eyes, deep tanned skin, and the smile that sets your heart on fire running on replay in your mind.

"Uhhh, Y/N? You okay? You're blushing." Narancia points to the mirror on the wall, and sure enough, you're blushing.

"Y-yeah. E-everything's okay! Hahaha~" You laugh nervously.

Just then, Mista walks into the kitchen, opening the fridge. "Oi, Narancia! Where's the leftover pizza,?" He asks, his attractive voice flowing into your ears. "I don't know! Shut up, will ya? I'm trying to get this question right." Narancia grumbles. 

"Y/N, do you know?" Narancia asks, shrugging. "Y-y-yeah." You stand up, and walk beside Mista, bending over to reach the pizza box.

"H-here you go, M-Mista." You try to smile, but you're just focused on his sharp jawline and tall frame. "Aww, yeah! Thanks, Y/N~" He winks, and you start blushing so hard, before you know it, you're on the floor, passed out.

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"Y/N! Y/N!" Trish taps your face lightly, her pink hair tied up in a bun. "Good, she's awake." Bucciarati breathes a sigh of relief. "What even happened?" Abbacchio asks, taking a sip out of his wine glass. 

"I don't know! She was acting normally the whole time! Mista asked them for the leftovers, and then she passed out!" Narancia shrugs.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Mista touches your forehead, and your face grows warm from his touch. Trish giggles, Bucciarati smiles, and Abbacchio rolls his eyes. "W-w-what?" You stammer, looking at everyone. 

"I'm wondering the same exact thing." Narancia asks, scratching his head. "Is that what it is?" Trish laughs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "What?" Mista asks, shrugging.

"Mista, I think Y/N has a gigantic crush on you." Trish smiles. "Awwwww," Bucciarati smiles. "Ugh, teenagers." Abbacchio growls. "A crush? On Mista? Why not me?" Narancia frowns. "A crush? O-On me?" Mista blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, you idiot." Abbacchio glares.

"A-ah.....uh-.....well, I- '' You start, but Mista cuts you off, kissing you. The kiss is soft; his lips touching yours. You're surprised at how soft they feel.

"I like you too, Y/N! Why didn't you say that before?" Mista raises an eyebrow.

"I-I don't know. I was just scared, I-I guess." You smile.

"That's it! They're official. Can we go eat at Olive Garden now?" Trish smiles, clasping her hands together.

"Yes, we can." Bucciarati smiles. "Yay! Olive Garden!" Narancia yells. "Finally, some more wine. I ran out." Abbacchio sighs. "Abbacchio." Bucciarati glares. "Congrats, you two." Abbacchio spits. 

"Thanks." Mista smirks. "Uh-huh.." You blush, staring at Mista. He stares back, and holds your hand. "I love you, Y/N." He winks. "I-I love you too." You blush.