daily brainrot

Noriaki has been watching you from afar for a long time. you were like a sparking star , enjoyable for the eye but hard to reach .

he didn't know how to approach or interact with you due to his inexperience with females and shyness. he doubted his ability to spark an interest from you and that made him extremely upset.

he drew thousands of sketches of you , he loved every detail of your striking features. you resembled a portrayed Angel.

he took a lot of pictures too , whether you're sitting in the school yard with your friends , hanging out in random places or you sleeping. you're so adorable when you're vulnerable.

chasing you has become his daily habit . he knew everything about you : your height and weight , your favourite colour , when and where you went every day...he just can't sate his addition of you.

after he came back from Egypt , No one noticed his absence. it pained him so much that you didn't even look at him while he embraced your images to his heart every night. he wanted to be in your arms and nowhere else.

meanwhile , it took you a while to hear of his return. when the teacher called names and he declared his presence , you recalled a faint image of a redheaded male in your memory. why didn't you know him well ?

as a friendly gesture , you welcomed him after the class . cheerfully speaking "hello ! welcome back Noriaki , I hope you're doing well "

your simple statement has sent him to the moon and back ; finally you asked him out ! Polnareff has told him that girls smile with teeth and act feminine around their crush , and you showed so !

ever since , Noriaki hanged out with you and sat near you during classes. you wanted him to exit his shell and socialize , he looked terribly lonely.

your relationship has grown fast : he Invited you many times to sleepover and so you did , went together for walks and played games. he was dreaming of your company and yearning for your love.

it happened out of the blue : he kissed you at his home . you defeated him in a game and giggled announcing your victory. the joyful face turns into a shocked one when he seals his lips on yours.

"why are you like that ? I'm just kissing my girlfriend. a good boyfriend shows affection to his love , doesn't he ?" he appeared low at your reaction. you loved him as well , so why are you pushing him away when he tried to hug you ?

you explained that you did this out of kindness , not because you liked him. you digged the dagger into his heart when you said that you don't have any feelings for him .

he was beyond wounded and sad . No , you must love him !

"No , love . you love me too as I love you ! I can't let you go away from me ! can't you see how I'm lonely without you ? can't you feel my pain when you're not with me ? can't you hear my heart screaming for you ? I love you so much..." tears rolled down his pale cheeks. he needed you more than his need to exist.

he's absolutely insane. you were horrified of what's happening. you regretted your approach to him in the first place. this wouldn't have happened.

when you tried to run , your body froze suddenly. it was like an invisible power was holding you back. you were terrified out of your mind.

Before his hand could make contact with the skin there, Giorno shot awake, feeling hot beneath the sheets, pajamas suddenly too tight, and world completely off kilter.

It had been so real.

There was a warmth against his back though it wasn’t entirely unwelcome, little more than a gentle caress over the fabric of his shirt. 

You.

Without even addressing the rapid rise and fall of his chest, he dug the heels of his hands into his eye sockets and urged apologies to spring from his throat. He’d woken you up, accidentally or not, just because of some stupid nightmare. It wasn’t fair.

You shushed him in perfect stride, hand staying firm in its path along his back, counteracting every one of his feeble apologies with soft reassurances of your own.

You brought your lips to his temple, leaving a chaste kiss there in an effort to quell the anxiety you could feel seeping out of every one of his pores. “It’s alright, love, I’m here.”

Giorno focused on the mindless pattern being traced along his back, on the way your lips moved against his skin, featherlight and so, so gentle, and soon his lungs stopped aching, his clothes stopped feeling so tight. The world stopped spinning and it was finally just you and him, together in bed. He wasn’t Diavolo and you weren’t afraid of him. 

Everything was fine.

When his shoulders finally stopped heaving you took his face in your palms, eyes trailing over his features. Your lips quirked into a frown. “You look like you just saw a ghost. That must’ve been some nightmare.”

“You have no idea.” Came Giorno’s tired response, eyes slipping closed so he could relish in the feeling of your hands against his cheeks.

He felt your nose bump against his, your soft, even breaths fanning over his lips. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not now. Maybe in the morning. Just want to stay like this.”

You pressed a kiss against his lips and hummed. “Okay handsome, whatever you want.”