JJBA Oneshots

Narancia Ghirgha; Bunking Buddies.

A/N:
NSFW!!! Yes! Two Narancia oneshots right after the other! Don't sue me. I made this at 4:06 AM to be exact just because I got the sudden idea for it. Fun times. Also, in my opinion this one is more thought out than the Abbacchio one I published previously; I feel as if its because I do like Narancia more, and I have a feel for his character a bit better, whereas to me, I can't really hit the nail on the head with Abbacchio's personality and antics(Also, I haven't fully finished Golden Wind, I'm waiting for the rest of Eng Dub on bc I suck).

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The day was long and drawn out, and the sun was setting. You rested your head against the glass window of the car, earbuds in your ears to drown out the loud conversations around you. You, and the whole gang were out on a mission, and currently, you had been traveling all day on the way home.

You were tired. You just wished you were home, in your bed.

Tap, tap, tap. 

You pulled your earbud from your ear, glancing next to you, to Mista. He was tapping your shoulder. "Hmm? What is it?." You mumbled. "We're about to stop at a hotel, just thought you should know." 

You only shot him a thumbs up in response and plugged your earbud back in, returning to your prior position and dozing off until the car stopped. 

When it did, everyone tumbled out of the car. You stretched your legs and cracked your back, alleviating the tension in your joints. You grabbed your little duffle-bag from the trunk and walked into the quaint-motel along with everyone else. 

"So, who's bunking with who?." Giorno asked Bucciarati, who glanced around the room questioningly. "I will be staying with Abbacchio, as for the rest of you, you can decide that." 

"I don't know about you losers but I'm paying for my own room!." Mista announced, triumphantly. You rolled your eyes. "Brat." You teased, to which Mista blew his tongue at you. Bucciarrati checked everyone out a two-bedroom out, except for Mista who got his own. 

On your way to the rooms, you noticed Mista whispering something to Fugo and Giorno, and then to Narancia, who blushed profusely.

Oh god.

You already knew what was up, and you mentally facepalmed. Mista was playing match-maker. You shot him a glare and he winked. As everyone parted ways, you noticed one special boy in particular, had not. The familiar messy, black haired boy followed behind you asuit, with his luggage in hand also.

Narancia Ghirga. 

Your stomach did summer-saults. Curse Guido! He'd pay for this. You see; Guido was the only person you had formally told about your little crush on the fellow teen- this was only because he asked, and you confided, as you would never just volunteer the information. Mista informed that Narancia also had a crush on you, too, and when neither of you made the first move...He began taking matters into his own hands. You both knew what he was doing, and you both knew you liked each other, Narancia was just too shy to make any moves and you hadn't wanted to either, incase you accidentally made a fool of yourself; it was a whole thing. 

But here you were, now, sharing a room that you and the boy you were mutually head-over-heels for. What could go wrong? 

About anything. 

You slid the keycard through the slot and then pushed the door open, holding it for Narancia as he entered as well. Neither of you said anything to one another at first. He sat his bags down and glanced around the room. 

"Wow, this is pretty nice for being so cheap!." He exclaimed. You stifled a terribly, awkward, laugh and sat your bags down too. 

Narancia catapulted himself onto one of the two beds, yelling "MINE" as he did so. You gave a small smile. He was adorable. "What time is it?." You asked. He raised his head, and glanced at the table between the two beds, which held a clock. "10:20."