Perfect For Me (Bucciarati x Reader)

Chapter 9

"Don't be like that Abbacchio!", Trish whinned, "Stay a little more!"

"I don't think so. I've seen all that is to this show. They will fuck on the next episode and live happily ever after."

"Actually, I've seen this too and I guarantee you that the ending will shock you.", Narancia defended, "Stay one more and I'll give you double the sadness you already have."

"Sorry guys. I think this is the end for me too.", Mista laughed nervously, "I'm not into this. Where are the girls?"

"Oh, Mista. I've got you covered.", Narancia smirked, "Let's go to my room.", they desappeared in a matter of seconds.

"Bucciarati, don't you remember that patrol we had to do on the end of the afternoon?", Giorno mencioned.

"Oh, that's right!", he sighed.

"Don't worry about it!", Trish said, "Me, Fugo and Giorno can handle it, right boys?"

"Of course.", Fugo accepted, "Just stay here with (Y/N). We'll do it."

"Just be careful, okay?", he added, worried.

"Okay, Mom!", Trish said, leaving Giorno and Fugo smiling.

"I'm just worried!", Bucciarati said before they took off.

That leaved you alone with Bucciarati on the couch. Abbacchio, Narancia and Mista went upstairs, so it was just you and him.

"Did you like it?", you asked.

"I mean... It isn't really my thing but I'll watch it with you."

"No, it's okay...", at least you tried.

"Don't be sad. You know I'll do everything you ask me. I hate seeing you like that.", he approached you a little bit, "What do you want to watch?"

You shook your head:

"Forget about it. You said you wanted to know me a little bit better. Then, let's talk."

"Oh, that's a good idea too. You can ask me anything too."

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"I mean, when I do have free time, I watch some tv or cook. I know it isn't much but I don't have much free time anyway. What about you?"

"Draw and read are two of my favorite things to do. I mean, aside of watching anime. I just want to get out of college to chase my dream of being an artist. But my parents would be mad at me if I dropped out,"

"You are already independent, why can't you just-"

"Because of the family name. My parents are very important people in their company. All of their collegues' children are doing good on their colleges and they would look down at my parents if they knew their daughter dropped out."

"But why would they be ashamed of having a daugther like you? If you are doing good in what you like, what's there to discuss?"

"I wish it was that simple...", you sighed while leaning back on the couch.

"I feel bad now..."

"Oh, don't feel.", you patted his head, "It's only for three more years. I can handle it."

Bucciarati grabbed the hand that you used and squeezed it:

"I wish I could help you..."

"Don't worry! I'll manage. Enough about me! Tell me something about you."

"There isn't much to talk about. I entered the mafia very young after my father passed away."

"I-I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It's how things ended. But now he's watching over me up there."

"He must be proud of you."

"I hope he is."

"When did this conversation turn out so sad?", you giggled.

"I don't know either.", Bucciarati laughed, "Can't we just talk about happier things?"

"What things? My life isn't exatcly the better and the happier."

"Neither is mine."

"Can't we just be normal people?"

"We could try.", the man was getting closer to you by the moment and you didn't even thought of pushing him away. His arm was on the couch, surrounding you.

Your mind went blank while Bucciarati closed his distance with you. You lifted your face a little. Now, you were just staring at each other's lips. He got a hand on your cheek and you surrounded it with your own hand. His lips almost touched yours if it wasn't for the fact that your phone rang.