#spiicegrl

                     Against his better judgement, maybe bringing her to this place had been a bad idea.

                     ❛ ——Ms. Una. ❜ He starts, before doubt became regret, pouring olive oil on his salad. ❛ While I’m glad we’re joining forces to dethrone the boss, there is something that isn’t clear enough for me yet... ❜

❛ Why are you so headstrong in taking over his place? ❜

he didn't feel prepared for this at all. fugo spent the entirety of his morning on this, and the majority of last night and he was wasn’t even close to feeling like he was ready to face trish. he probably would have gone back and listened to more of her songs; a close enough effort. it would have been better if she wasn’t at home; that’s the half step fugo wanted. 

he already had one foot off her doorstep when she opened it. she did it quicker than fugo expected, it wasn’t enough time for his heart to get adjusted. he could feel the beating rage against his chest. her flowers covered part of fugo’s face; completely caught in the headlights

washed with shame fugo couldn’t look at her straight on; the coverage of flowers was enough as he held them out to her and quietly slipped inside. though no matter how many steps or half steps he’d take fugo would just be trapped the second she closed the door behind him. “.i didn't know what you liked..” fugo was guilty; pink and yellow were the only colors that came to mind when he thought about her. he had been mulling over the flower arrangements a week prior. 

the teen had a card for her too, but he just felt stupid for carrying it. he couldn’t even remember what he said or if he wrote anything. at most it was ‘happy birthday’ or some varying form of it. what was on the card? a cat? he was such a damn fool. 

      it isn’t definitely the first time he sees her quiet, isolated from the rest of the group, but the circumstances are now viscerally different ; her father tried to kill her, the group lost a member && the whole organization is probably in their pursuit. narancia had already noticed all the similarities between him && trish, but it's the first time he sees, in fact, an opportunity to approach her just as he approached the other members of the team. he wants to make her happy, wants to see her smile at least once.

        maybe a chance to offer the hand the same way he wanted people to have done with him in the past.

It was done.  Josuke had gone through with the surgery and had all his duplicate organs removed.  As promised, Josuke had received the money from the crazed surgeon.  He had found desperate patient in need of a donor and was willing to pay the crazy amount for his organs.  Josuke had endured what seemed like hours of torture and experimentation.  It seemed like Cioccolata just couldn’t help himself.  

All of Josuke’s duplicate organs had been a perfect match and were perfectly healthy, valuing much over what Josuke even needed.  In the end, after fees and payment for Cioccolata’s services, he took home 5 billion lire.  Most of it would of course would be immediately going towards his entry fee for his title of capo.  As for the other 2 billion, he knew exactly what he was going to do with it.  Though, he needed Trish’s approval.  

The next time Trish had summoned him, he was already dressed in one of the brand new suits she had recently purchased for him.  It was odd to voluntarily be dressed in it since he had always opted to wear his original sailor outfit.  However, he couldn’t risk her seeing his surgery scars and the suit perfectly covered them all; at least when the buttons were all closed up.  He just hoped she wouldn’t find that suspicious.  Though he would have to explain where he would get the money.  He just hoped she would by his story.  Trish was not an easy woman to lie to.

Josuke was very careful how he moved.  His body was still heavily stapled together from the surgery.  He was also still in a lot of pain which meant he could not sleep how he normally slept in his bed.  He walked up right and straight, slowly making his way to where the couch was, holding a brief case that would soon be his entry fee.  He did not once look Trish in the eye; too focused on the amount of pain he was feeling right now and trying to disguise it.

『ＬＯＶＥ ＤＥＬＵＸＥ』   ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Yukako Yamagishi could hardly contain herself. Now that she’s in front of her IDOL, the young woman’s mind has gone blank! It’s as if FATE has brought them together at this very moment!...Okay, more like she won a fan contest to be granted the chance to come to Italy and see the pink-haired pop-star in person. The Japanese student made damn sure she would be the winner, too. After all, she entered over six-hundred times over the past few months. If the president of Trish’s fan-club didn’t get rewarded for all her efforts, she would be PISSED.

Luckily, the long-haired mega-fan doesn’t have to lash out! Instead, she giggled in attempt to cover how obviously starstruck she is. Yukako’s plump lips curved into a large smile as a hand cupped a side of her face, swaying side to side in the place she stood. 

To say that Josuke was confused by his errand list for the day was an understatement.  Even after confirming with Formaggio that Trish in fact was trying to set up a Valentine’s date with him, still kinda scared him.  After memorizing the contents, asking the fellow gang member directions to the store, and borrowing his zippo lighter to burn the list, he began making preparations for the night.  

Luckily the items were not hard to find since many of the stores were just overflowing with red and hearts.  He had handed off the decorations and food to another staff member so Josuke could go clean up for this evening.  Before he decided to change out of his sailor uniform and into the new suit she bought him, he had opted to shower and shave.  

Once dressed and refreshed, he looked at himself in the mirror.  It was so unreal how he looked in a suit.  He looked just like a Yakuza member in all those Japanese crime dramas.  While he didn’t mind the suit at all, the biggest issue he had was not being able to wear his hat and the shoes she picked out for him made his feet hurt, despite them being the right size.  He was far too used to wearing his high top sneakers.  Although red wasn’t his first choice for the shirt color, nor did he personally think it suited him, he understood why she picked the color.  Oh right, Valentine’s Day.