Child of GOD

N-Numbers!? He had never gotten a girls number before, he felt like he had just ran a mile, he was sweating a little and his arms felt like lead and his legs wouldn’t move from the spot he was in. “Y…Yeah, sure…” He said finally, pulling out his phone, it was a pretty expensive looking flip phone, it was bright orange and even had a heart charm attached to it. His sister had gotten it for his birthday a year ago and he cherrished it from day one. “Uh…H-Here…” He said, holding out the phone to her.

You gladly take his phone and pull your own out to hand to him. Sure, it's not the first time you've exchanged numbers with a boy, but this is different. You're not blind enough not to see that he might like you too, but you can never be sure. There's so much more to think about than just if you both like each other.

Inputting your number and setting the contact with a starry filled 'Haru-chan', you save the contact and hand him back his phone.

His mind was a flury of thoughts and questions and worries and feara but he wasn’t one to think on that very often. He made most of his choices though his heart and his heart wanted nothing more than to spend more time with her.

“I would. And….you can call me Kokoro, if you want. Gio-sama.” He said with a bit more confidence in his tone as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. What he found the most amazing was that he couldn’t even feel his stand trying to come out so maybe…maybe it was starting to trust his judgement a little bit more.

"Kokoro…" You speak the name, enjoying how it feels as it tumbles from your lips. "In that case, you can call me Haruno." You smile simply, heart full and mind awash with flowery thoughts. It's hard not to feel completely taken, especially now that Kokoro's found his voice. It's confident and calm and sweet, you have to look down at your hands linked together, embarrassed to think of how much you like to hear him.

“Mio? You got me a present?” You say, surprised since you had practically forgotten your own birthday due to your busy schedule. Opening the box, you gasp upon seeing the gift. “Mio-chan, this is so nice oh my god!” You can’t help but gush immediately at the sight, the item sparking joy within you instantly.

He must have looked like a fool, facr red, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. He hadn’t ever had this sort of feeling before, he had always been pretty wary of women, just because of the things he had gone through but in this moment..he was anything but.

“I…I’m glad I met you too, Gio-sama.” He said softly, unable to look away from her face. The dull thudding in his ears being the beating of his heart.

It's hard to ignore the blush on his face or the visible awestruck expression tinged with something else you're too shy to describe. It's even harder to ignore your own warming face or the shiver of glee to be at the receiving end of such reverence. The fact that you're still holding hand is dawning on you and just as instinct tells you to tug away, your heart stops you.

Do you want to hold his hand? You hear the conversation between your heart and your mind as if you were a bystander. Of course you do. His hand is warm and holds the opportunity to something more doesn't it? But you have so much more you want to do…this would distract from that. Though, isn't this what you wanted? To be swept off your feet by someone powerful and capable? Who says you can't have both?

He took a breath or two and did his best to relax. He didn’t like having to resort to thing like that. His sister would chastise him if she heard about what had happened at the cafe. “Ah…well, I suppose it’s alright then.” he said, just a tad defeated, “Thank you, I…try to practice as much as I can…just in case.” He admitted, blushing a little from the little secret.

You beam at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Hey, it was self-defense, remember? They'll be fine and hopefully they'll know better than to pick on people now. Okay?" You add softly, looking to catch his eyes.

Kochio-san…he's truly a harmless soul isn't he? It makes you warm to think someone with such a powerful stand could maintain their purity quite like him. Though…it makes you wonder. Wouldn't that mean you'd be a bad influence on him?

He was half expecting for her to storm out after what he had just done, the people around them who had just witnessed it were stunned to silence and frozen in place so no one even twitched when she started to pull him out of the door. He didn’t object but she was grabbing his hand which was making his face slowly start to color. “W-What? I…O-Okay.” he agreed after a few more seconds of pulling and fell in step with her. Just who had he run into today? “I’m…sorry…I shouldn’t have done that. I just didn’t want those guys to hurt you.” he apologized as they walked, he was unable to look at her and his face had a bit of a somber tone to it.

"Sorry?" You ask in astonishment, grin still plastered all over your face. "You were amazing! You took them out so fast I could barely keep up."

The two of you only stop until you're a safe distance away from the café at the nearby park. Your head is still lit up with adrenaline; god, you're becoming quite the thrill chaser these days.

“G-Giornio-sama!” 

Though it was a bit too late to warn anyone as the man recoiled from the pain he was feeling so suddenly. He hadn’t even felt her really touch him but his face felt like it was on fire! The two who had been keeping Koro at bay sprung to action instantly, dashing towards the blonde who seemed to be much too calm for the situation. He couldn’t sit by any longer, he would feel bad later but her grabbed his tea and threw it in the second man and pulled his stand out of his body, grabbing the saucer that it was one and tossing it to the other who was still running.

|Burning Love|!

HE cried as he made a hole in the bottom of the cup and making another in the saucer as he launched a fist into the hole in the cup and the fist exited the hole in the saucer and decked the man a foot away from Giornio’s face before it fell and shattered. Only the edge of the saucer being what was left. 

He turned on the man who was still struggling to see as his face had been splashed with hot tea and he pushed him back, opening a hole at his feet that he fell through and ended up behind the cafe next to a dumpster. 

The next few moments happened in a blur, beginning with those lackeys bum rushing toward you and ending with Kochio-san exhibiting some incredible fighting skills.

You could hear a pounding in your ears as you watching him execute such complicated moves on the fly. You would have to have serious spatial awareness and quick thinking to pull anything of the sort off. Or…perhaps he's naturally gifted in that field? You feel yourself beginning to grin as the spectacle played out before you.

To think he was so insecure about his qualities before…

The moment the last goon was dealt with, you quickly shot up and grabbed a large bill to slap on the table to pay for your food. There was no way you'd be able to continue a peaceful chat here with the patrons and staff alike looking on in horror and bewilderment.

She let a smirk out at the mention of “court”. Sure, having a super-powered italian mafia at her side could be an invaluable asset if some followers of Meteor’s wanted revenge. “Thank you, you’re sweet.”

She said it whole heartedly, who knew that she could find a way to fell better here. “Ah,” then she should be more about about it, right?

"I try." You say easily, glad to know Aya-chan was in better spirits.

He would have done anything to get these guys off of his back, they had been this way for the 3 years he had been in high school and he would have hoped that maybe they would have matured since then. Guess it was too much to hope that. He watched in horror and slight embarassment as the girl he had been talking to spoke to them. These guys were trouble, they didn’t look like the type to stop when it came to a girl. “Huuuuh!?” One of the men said wildly, taking a step closer and getting in the blonde girls face, giving her the evil eye. He didn’t seem to like her tone and was getting a bit agitated. His buddies just stood back and watched, keeping Koro planted in his seat , try as he might as his stand was all but bursting out of him on instinct. 

Pathetic.

You don't flinch, even when he breathes in your face and you catch a whiff of what you can only assume is actual shit in his mouth. There's surely a cute boy under that scowling facade, such a shame it'd end this way.

You reach out, just enough to graze the delinquent's face with your knuckles and his startled expression makes you smile devilishly. You can't help it; a churning desire to see him reap what he'd sown swells and bubbles inside you, eager to see him crumble from your touch.

And crumble he does. Gold Experience mimics your hand movement exactly, his own knuckle a phantom of your own, unseen to no one but Kochio-san. Upon contact, the boy begins to tremble. You've accelerated his thought processes and in turn his pain receptors.

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