On saturday, you did your college homework and watched some anime in the afternoon, before work. And, after dinner, you went to prepare the things to present to your editor on the next day.
On sunday, you were both excited and nervous. In the morning, you went to the meeting feeling nervous. However, your editor approaved all your pages and sent them to the printer. One step done. Then, you went to grab lunch on a small cafe. However, the better part of the day was starting now. You drove to the gang's mansion.
You didn't even need to ring the bell on the door because Bucciarati was already on the door, waiting for you.
"Hello.", you said.
"Hi.", he let you enter and then closed the door, "So", Bruno whispered, "How was it?"
"It went well! I'm going to get the boxes tomorrow."
"Oh, about that...", he sigh, sadly, "I can't go with you on monday. I have a mission to do. But I'll go with Trish and Narancia on the weekend. And don't worry, I won't say a thing if I spot you."
"Oh, ok. You better not say a word or I'll be ve-."
"Very mad? You must be cute all angered."
"Y-You need to stop. That's too smooth."
He approached his head to yours:
"Too smooth? I think I'm not being smooth enough, tesoro."
You couldn't help but smile.
"J-Just stop, you big baby."
"Oh, now I'm a baby? I should feel ofended.", he laughed.
"But you won't be mad at me, right?"
"STOP IT, LOVEBIRDS!", Abbacchio shouted from the living room, "Weren't we here too watch some fucking kids show? Come on!"
You seemed confused. Abbacchio was watching as well?! You got to the living room and the whole gang was there, looking at you. Trish had saved a sit by her side for you. But you looked back at Bruno who was just behind you. He understood why you were confused and answered:
"You are a guest. It's your first time here. So, all of them agreed to stay here a little bit with you."
"Oh.", you bowed in front of them, "Thank you so much."
"Just come sit, girl!", Trish called you, turning on the tv and entering Crunchyroll, "So, what will we show them?"
"I just have one request. Please don't be one of your sports anime.", Narancia begged, "I'm down for anything but that."
"(Y/N), what are you thinking about?"
"What about Given?"
"Oh! That's good! But we have to think of another one. It has to be an anime that they will possibly like."
"Hum... What about Banana Fish?"
"Banana Fish?!", Mista laughed, "What the fuck is that?!"
Trish ignored him:
"I think that's a good idea!"
"Wait Trish, is that the one where you cried at the last episode?", Fugo asked.
"Yup. That one.", she smiled.
Bruno came sit by your other side. Narancia and Giorno were at the floor. MIsta was on a sofa of his own and Abbacchio and Fugo were on another one. The first episode started when Trish pressed the play buton.
***
Roughly one hour later, when you finished the third episode, Abbacchio got up:
"That's it. I'm done with this shit."
"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.