Giorno shoots up a school

So- yeah

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Giorno's bag was heavier today even though he had already emptied it out this morning. His bag was always heavy. Usually with books and other school supplies, maybe an supplementary brooch if he ever needed it. But he had something unique today. He'd left all his school things at home anyways. The paltry ladybug that sat on his finger moved up and down with not intent to go off his hand, it wriggled from finger from finger to the backs and fronts of his hand. Giorno grinned a bit. He barely ever smiled, but when he did he could light up a room. But this was a offbeat smile. Not one out of dismay, or empathy. One of pure prosperity, a sinister one, a treacherous one.

"C'mon, Fugo! We're gonna be late 'cause your lazy ass takes so long to finish your hair," Narancia wailed as he sat in a chair right outside the door. He had already eaten breakfast beforehand and got all his stuff, but Fugo didn't seem to be in any kind of rush.

"We have a least fifteen minutes, you can wait until then." Fugo replied. Some shuffling could be heard from the interior but there wasn't much noise after that.

"What if we get into traffic again? I don't want detention! Bucciarati's gonna kill me..." he grumbled as he kicked Fugo's door. Not content with the inaudible feedback, he focused his pocket knife at it. Sticking out his tongue and closing one eye he squinted before flicking his wrist. Bullseye. Right through the middle. "I'll take the car and you'll have to walk."

"Geez," Fugo finally opened up the door, looking down at the smaller yet older boy. "Sorry I actually try to look decent for school."

"Shut up! You're the one who takes so long in the bathroom that I have to rush!" Narancia yelled as he nimbly yanked the knife out of Fugo's door, swinging it around.

"At least fix that bird-nest of a haircut-"

"You wanna go?!"

"Both of you need to shut up, what is wrong with you?" Mista spoke as he opened up his door. "Narancia's driving. And this time don't try to run people over."

"That was an accident! Ain't my fault they ran out."

"Is your fault for not stopping. And you can't bring knives to school."

"Fine," he sighed, throwing the knife across the room.

"Both of them."

"You kiddin'?"

"Both of them."

The second one was throw to the wall like a dart, it stuck. He was going to have to pay for that later. Fugo only groaned and seized the car keys, tossing them to Narancia who caught them with ease. "Just get in the car before Abbacchio wakes up." Narancia and Mista fussed as they both eyed their friend before clutching their stuff and launching the car. It wasn't much, just a miniature truck. But it was exceptional for going to school. They had other cars. 

Getting to school was pretty easy, under ten minutes which gave them more time to hoveraround their lockers, chat, turn in late homework, and much more. Fugo and Narancia were in the same grade but Mista was one more above them, Giorno was below both of them so they couldn't see each other all the time.

"Alright, see ya later bro!" Narancia waved to Mista as he turned to go to class with Fugo.

 Class wasn't fun, it never was. It wasn't easy either, especially because they were still in the mafia. Narancia had finally got a modest education for the second half of school. Fugo was doing remarkably good as always, and Mista was doing....fine. Giorno was doing incredible. He hadn't missed one assignment and got great grades. Fugo continued helping Narancia in the end, even though he would most likely but intimidated with silverware.