𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

“Sorry,” he whispered. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” You gave him a kind smile before drifting your eyes back to the window. It was more than fine, actually, you loved the way his hair tickled your neck and the trust in how he let himself drift off like that. 

After that first time, it just kept happening. You started cherishing the quiet moments where he let his guard down only around you. Sitting on the worn out while the others were laughing and arguing in the kitchen, Bruno settled next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. 

“Just resting my eyes for a minute,” he told you as his cheek smushed on your shoulder once again. 

You pretended to focus on the book in your lap as you started to feel his breath evening out, the scent of his cologne filling your nose. You didn’t move a bit, not even when your arm started to tingle.

Even in the living room, while you were flipping through channels or just talking softly about nothing important, Bruno would stretch out beside you, his body relaxing inch by inch. This time, he would turn a little, face pressing lightly into the curve of your neck, with his lips kind of giving you a kiss but not at all. 

“What is happening here?” Mista muttered when he appeared in the living room with a half eaten tangerine in his hand. 

“Shush, Mista.” You waved at him so he’d leave. “Actually, give me a piece.” You stretched out your free arm and urged Mista to give you a piece of his tangerine, he huffed but gave it to you either way. “Thank you, now get out.”

One evening, you were left in the safehouse only with Bruno. Obviously, he was already half-asleep on your shoulder. Until this point, neither of you had talked about this between you, both of you terrified of saying something that would make these quiet moments weird. 

You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest against your side, his hand loosely draped near yours. Your fingers brushed his without thinking, tracing light patterns on his knuckles. He did not pull away.

Your heart beat faster as you gathered the courage. This had gone on long enough. You wanted more than these stolen naps, you wanted to hold him properly, to feel his arms around you too.

“Bruno,” you whispered, voice gentle so you wouldn’t startle him.

He stirred, blinking slowly as he lifted his head. His piercing blue eyes, soft with sleep, met yours. “Hmm? What is it?”

You took a breath, cheeks heating up. “You keep falling asleep on me and I was thinking that maybe next time we could cuddle?”

For a second, he looked surprised, but then a small smile curved his lips. “You mean that?”

“Yeah. I do,” you said, bolder now.

He didn’t hesitate, Bruno shifted, pulling you gently into his arms as he leaned back against the couch. You settled against his warm chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat. One of his hands rested on your back, immediately rubbing slow circles while the other found your hair, playing with one curl carefully. 

“This is nice,” he murmured. “Better than I imagined.”

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around his waist. “I could stay like this for hours,” you admitted quietly. 

Bruno chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “As long as you want, bella.”

You smiled into his chest and it took both of you less than ten minutes to fall completely asleep until the next morning, when Narancia woke you up with a horror movie-like scream.

a/n: look at you cuddling with a corpse

i especially love the detail on it sort of becoming a habit like i really feel like bruno would give himself some weird moral dilemma in his head about it the first few times despite his body just finding so much ease and comfort near you that he's able to actually rest. and i love how you write him entering this safe and comforting space:

After that first time, it just kept happening. You started cherishing the quiet moments where he let his guard down only around you. Sitting on the worn out while the others were laughing and arguing in the kitchen, Bruno settled next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours.  “Just resting my eyes for a minute,” he told you as his cheek smushed on your shoulder once again. 

it's always with him just gently entering, him settling in next to the reader, him breathing until it softens into a rest—it's subtle and the lil dialogue of him saying "just resting my eyes for a minute" as if he's also in denial about what's happening too, convincing himself that this isn't anything more than him literally closing his eyes for a minute or two

“Sorry,” he whispered. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” You gave him a kind smile before drifting your eyes back to the window. It was more than fine, actually, you loved the way his hair tickled your neck and the trust in how he let himself drift off like that. 

After that first time, it just kept happening. You started cherishing the quiet moments where he let his guard down only around you. Sitting on the worn out while the others were laughing and arguing in the kitchen, Bruno settled next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. 

“Just resting my eyes for a minute,” he told you as his cheek smushed on your shoulder once again. 

You pretended to focus on the book in your lap as you started to feel his breath evening out, the scent of his cologne filling your nose. You didn’t move a bit, not even when your arm started to tingle.

Even in the living room, while you were flipping through channels or just talking softly about nothing important, Bruno would stretch out beside you, his body relaxing inch by inch. This time, he would turn a little, face pressing lightly into the curve of your neck, with his lips kind of giving you a kiss but not at all. 

“What is happening here?” Mista muttered when he appeared in the living room with a half eaten tangerine in his hand. 

“Shush, Mista.” You waved at him so he’d leave. “Actually, give me a piece.” You stretched out your free arm and urged Mista to give you a piece of his tangerine, he huffed but gave it to you either way. “Thank you, now get out.”

One evening, you were left in the safehouse only with Bruno. Obviously, he was already half-asleep on your shoulder. Until this point, neither of you had talked about this between you, both of you terrified of saying something that would make these quiet moments weird. 

You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest against your side, his hand loosely draped near yours. Your fingers brushed his without thinking, tracing light patterns on his knuckles. He did not pull away.

Your heart beat faster as you gathered the courage. This had gone on long enough. You wanted more than these stolen naps, you wanted to hold him properly, to feel his arms around you too.

“Bruno,” you whispered, voice gentle so you wouldn’t startle him.

He stirred, blinking slowly as he lifted his head. His piercing blue eyes, soft with sleep, met yours. “Hmm? What is it?”

You took a breath, cheeks heating up. “You keep falling asleep on me and I was thinking that maybe next time we could cuddle?”

For a second, he looked surprised, but then a small smile curved his lips. “You mean that?”

“Yeah. I do,” you said, bolder now.

He didn’t hesitate, Bruno shifted, pulling you gently into his arms as he leaned back against the couch. You settled against his warm chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat. One of his hands rested on your back, immediately rubbing slow circles while the other found your hair, playing with one curl carefully. 

“This is nice,” he murmured. “Better than I imagined.”

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around his waist. “I could stay like this for hours,” you admitted quietly. 

Bruno chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “As long as you want, bella.”

You smiled into his chest and it took both of you less than ten minutes to fall completely asleep until the next morning, when Narancia woke you up with a horror movie-like scream.

a/n: look at you cuddling with a corpse

"You're the person I trust the most, I need you by my side," he'd said, like you would decline the offer.

A few months later, you and him were working together (the rest of the team was also around most of the times, but this is not about them), you were able to buy an apartment in the nicest neighborhood of Naples, even though you spent most of your days in Giorno's new mansion, where he has an office and a room just for yourself.

Years passed without you even realizing. You spend most of your days with Giorno in his own office, learning together how to lead a whole mafia with a glass of wine, getting distracted by your own chatting every once in a while.

One evening, as you exit Giorno's office with an empty bottle of wine, you stumble with Mista right before he knocks.

"Hi, Mista," you smile at him, waving one of the bottles as a greeting. "D'ya need something for me?"

He shakes his head instantly. "No, no. I came to see the Don."

You laugh at the title, you've never called Giorno that ever in your life, it even sounds weird when other people do it.

"He's all yours now, have fun!"

You stepped out into the hallway, Mista gave you a big grin and slipped past, heading straight into Giorno's office. The door clicked shut behind him, and you figured that was the end of your night. Time to head back to your room and maybe crash early for once.

Inside the office, Mista dropped into the chair across from Giorno's desk without any manners. Giorno was already distracted, looking softer than usual.

"I ran into Y/N in the hallway," he says, knowing that would make him snap back to reality.

"Oh, really?"

"Uh-huh. When are you gonna ask her on a date?"

Giorno blinked, bright eyes narrowing in confusion. "A date? With who?"

Mista let out a loud laugh, slapping his knee. "With her! Come on, Gio, don't play dumb. Your crush on her is so painfully obvious."

"It's not."

"It is. You're always locked up in here together, laughing at stuff nobody else gets. Do you know Narancia is scared of coming without knocking just in case you're doing weird shit?"

Giorno's expression stayed calm, but his fingers tightened just a little around the edge of his desk. "You're imagining things, Mista. She's my best friend, asking her out would just make everything weird between us. I can't risk that."

Mista rolled his eyes hard. "Best friends are a whole different thing. You two are some sort of fucked up soulmates. You two rebuilt the whole mafia system side by side, that's fucking insane."

Giorno stayed quiet for a long moment, staring at the papers scattered across his desk like they might give him an answer. His mind drifted back to all those shared memories: the laughs, the heavy feelings you help him carry, your tears he cleaned. And now, these quiet nights where your voices filled the office instead of business talk, your smile lighting up the whole room.

"I... don't want to lose what we have," he finally said. "She's the one person who stuck by me through everything. If I mess this up..."

Mista leaned forward, suddenly serious. "Then don't mess it up. What's the worst that happens? She says no and you go back to being weirdly close best friends who basically act like a married couple already? Or maybe, just maybe, she says yes and you stop pining like a lovesick idiot."

Giorno didn't reply right away, but the smallest smile tugged at his lips. Mista knew he'd planted the seed. He stood up, stretching his arms. "Think about it, Don. Take the free day tomorrow and plan a date worthy of her."

You had just finished slipping into your comfy pajamas and robe, the soft fabric hugging your shoulders after a long day. You even applied a bright green face mask while you read one of your books, you're not even tired so you were planning to read at least a hundred pages tonight.

A soft knock pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Come in," you called, not bothering to move much.

The door opened slowly, and there stood Giorno, looking as put-together as always in his usual elegant shirt, but something in his posture seemed off. A little stiffer than normal. His eyes landed on you, robe loose around your frame and that bright green facemask still plastered on your face.

"Oh, sorry," he said quickly, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back later if—"

"No, no, it's fine," you laughed, sitting up a bit and gesturing for him to enter. "What's up? Need to talk?"

Giorno stepped inside and closed the door behind him gently. He rubbed the back of his neck, golden hair falling just a little over his eyes as he gathered his thoughts. His heart was beating faster than he wanted to admit.

He took a breath. "Actually... there's something I wanted to ask you."

You tilted your head, the facemask making your expression a little funny, but your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Yeah? Shoot."

Giorno met your gaze, those bright eyes steady even if his fingers twitched at his sides. "I know we're best friends and that we've been through so much together, all these years since Bruno brought me in, your friendship has become the most important thing in my world. And that made me realize something."

He swallowed, voice softening and getting quieter without meaning to. "I don't want to keep things the way they are if it means hiding how I feel. So... would you go on a date with me? Dinner, maybe a walk by the sea if you want."

You blinked under the facemask, heart doing a little flip. Giorno Giovanna, the Don himself, standing in your room asking you out while you looked like this? It was almost too cute.

He added quickly, a small smile breaking through, "You don't have to answer right now if you're... busy with that."

You got up from the bed, taking a few steps until you're standing in front of him. "I'm answering right now, Gio. I'd love to go on a date with you. I had no idea that you're feelings were also romantic towards me, so this makes me glad."

A shy smile creeps on his face, nodding and looking down at his hands. "Okay... tomorrow sounds good? We also deserve a day off."

"Sounds perfect, I'll be ready at 7." You stand on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint green mark in it.

BONUS:

The date had been perfect. Just the two of you at a quiet little restaurant overlooking the water, Giorno made sure that it was all for yourselves, talking for hours about everything that wasn't mafia stuff. It was different than other times you hang out, he made sure of that.

Now he walked you all the way up to your apartment door, his hand gently brushing yours every few steps like he wanted to hold it but was still figuring out the pace. When you reached the door, you turned to face him, keys dangling in your fingers.

"Thanks for tonight, Giorno," you said with a smile. "I had a really good time. Better than I expected, honestly."

He smiled back. "Me too. More than you know." He paused, shifting his weight just a little. You could tell he was gathering his courage again, the same way he had when he first asked you out. "Can I... give you a goodbye kiss?"

"It's not a goodbye kiss, we'll see each other tomorrow."

Giorno lowers his gaze, knowing you're playing with him and when he lifts his head, you're pulling him down for a sweet and slow kiss. His hands find the small of your back, pulling you closer. His soft lips fit with yours with ease, like a dance both of you know but never perform. When you pull back, his breath is ragged and his cheeks red.

"Your lips taste so sweet, Gio," you tell him without thinking. "We should kiss each other more another time."

"Yes," he nodded. "Tomorrow, for example."

"Tomorrow, we're kissing all day."

a/n: idk how to write dates so just imagine how it went

"You're the person I trust the most, I need you by my side," he'd said, like you would decline the offer.

A few months later, you and him were working together (the rest of the team was also around most of the times, but this is not about them), you were able to buy an apartment in the nicest neighborhood of Naples, even though you spent most of your days in Giorno's new mansion, where he has an office and a room just for yourself.

Years passed without you even realizing. You spend most of your days with Giorno in his own office, learning together how to lead a whole mafia with a glass of wine, getting distracted by your own chatting every once in a while.

One evening, as you exit Giorno's office with an empty bottle of wine, you stumble with Mista right before he knocks.

"Hi, Mista," you smile at him, waving one of the bottles as a greeting. "D'ya need something for me?"

He shakes his head instantly. "No, no. I came to see the Don."

You laugh at the title, you've never called Giorno that ever in your life, it even sounds weird when other people do it.

"He's all yours now, have fun!"

You stepped out into the hallway, Mista gave you a big grin and slipped past, heading straight into Giorno's office. The door clicked shut behind him, and you figured that was the end of your night. Time to head back to your room and maybe crash early for once.

Inside the office, Mista dropped into the chair across from Giorno's desk without any manners. Giorno was already distracted, looking softer than usual.

"I ran into Y/N in the hallway," he says, knowing that would make him snap back to reality.

"Oh, really?"

"Uh-huh. When are you gonna ask her on a date?"

Giorno blinked, bright eyes narrowing in confusion. "A date? With who?"

Mista let out a loud laugh, slapping his knee. "With her! Come on, Gio, don't play dumb. Your crush on her is so painfully obvious."

"It's not."

"It is. You're always locked up in here together, laughing at stuff nobody else gets. Do you know Narancia is scared of coming without knocking just in case you're doing weird shit?"

Giorno's expression stayed calm, but his fingers tightened just a little around the edge of his desk. "You're imagining things, Mista. She's my best friend, asking her out would just make everything weird between us. I can't risk that."

Mista rolled his eyes hard. "Best friends are a whole different thing. You two are some sort of fucked up soulmates. You two rebuilt the whole mafia system side by side, that's fucking insane."

Giorno stayed quiet for a long moment, staring at the papers scattered across his desk like they might give him an answer. His mind drifted back to all those shared memories: the laughs, the heavy feelings you help him carry, your tears he cleaned. And now, these quiet nights where your voices filled the office instead of business talk, your smile lighting up the whole room.

"I... don't want to lose what we have," he finally said. "She's the one person who stuck by me through everything. If I mess this up..."

Mista leaned forward, suddenly serious. "Then don't mess it up. What's the worst that happens? She says no and you go back to being weirdly close best friends who basically act like a married couple already? Or maybe, just maybe, she says yes and you stop pining like a lovesick idiot."

Giorno didn't reply right away, but the smallest smile tugged at his lips. Mista knew he'd planted the seed. He stood up, stretching his arms. "Think about it, Don. Take the free day tomorrow and plan a date worthy of her."

You had just finished slipping into your comfy pajamas and robe, the soft fabric hugging your shoulders after a long day. You even applied a bright green face mask while you read one of your books, you're not even tired so you were planning to read at least a hundred pages tonight.

A soft knock pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Come in," you called, not bothering to move much.

The door opened slowly, and there stood Giorno, looking as put-together as always in his usual elegant shirt, but something in his posture seemed off. A little stiffer than normal. His eyes landed on you, robe loose around your frame and that bright green facemask still plastered on your face.

"Oh, sorry," he said quickly, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back later if—"

"No, no, it's fine," you laughed, sitting up a bit and gesturing for him to enter. "What's up? Need to talk?"

Giorno stepped inside and closed the door behind him gently. He rubbed the back of his neck, golden hair falling just a little over his eyes as he gathered his thoughts. His heart was beating faster than he wanted to admit.

He took a breath. "Actually... there's something I wanted to ask you."

You tilted your head, the facemask making your expression a little funny, but your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Yeah? Shoot."

Giorno met your gaze, those bright eyes steady even if his fingers twitched at his sides. "I know we're best friends and that we've been through so much together, all these years since Bruno brought me in, your friendship has become the most important thing in my world. And that made me realize something."

He swallowed, voice softening and getting quieter without meaning to. "I don't want to keep things the way they are if it means hiding how I feel. So... would you go on a date with me? Dinner, maybe a walk by the sea if you want."

You blinked under the facemask, heart doing a little flip. Giorno Giovanna, the Don himself, standing in your room asking you out while you looked like this? It was almost too cute.

He added quickly, a small smile breaking through, "You don't have to answer right now if you're... busy with that."

You got up from the bed, taking a few steps until you're standing in front of him. "I'm answering right now, Gio. I'd love to go on a date with you. I had no idea that you're feelings were also romantic towards me, so this makes me glad."

A shy smile creeps on his face, nodding and looking down at his hands. "Okay... tomorrow sounds good? We also deserve a day off."

"Sounds perfect, I'll be ready at 7." You stand on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint green mark in it.

BONUS:

The date had been perfect. Just the two of you at a quiet little restaurant overlooking the water, Giorno made sure that it was all for yourselves, talking for hours about everything that wasn't mafia stuff. It was different than other times you hang out, he made sure of that.

Now he walked you all the way up to your apartment door, his hand gently brushing yours every few steps like he wanted to hold it but was still figuring out the pace. When you reached the door, you turned to face him, keys dangling in your fingers.

"Thanks for tonight, Giorno," you said with a smile. "I had a really good time. Better than I expected, honestly."

He smiled back. "Me too. More than you know." He paused, shifting his weight just a little. You could tell he was gathering his courage again, the same way he had when he first asked you out. "Can I... give you a goodbye kiss?"

"It's not a goodbye kiss, we'll see each other tomorrow."

Giorno lowers his gaze, knowing you're playing with him and when he lifts his head, you're pulling him down for a sweet and slow kiss. His hands find the small of your back, pulling you closer. His soft lips fit with yours with ease, like a dance both of you know but never perform. When you pull back, his breath is ragged and his cheeks red.

"Your lips taste so sweet, Gio," you tell him without thinking. "We should kiss each other more another time."

"Yes," he nodded. "Tomorrow, for example."

"Tomorrow, we're kissing all day."

a/n: idk how to write dates so just imagine how it went