Bruno and Narancia’s reaction to the their crush accidentally letting it slip they like them: like Bruno drops something and mutters “fuck me” and the crush goes “I wish” (I’ve been daydreaming about this scenario for too long. Thank you 💕😭)
Anon??? I’m??? Soft???
I’m sorry if this is super short ;;
Bruno Buccellati
Hearing Bruno sing was something strange considering the way him and Giorno were always trying to come up with the best plans for the organization, tracing operations and trying to keep up with the no drugs thing on the city.
But as you passed by his office and noticed the door open and his angelic voice along with a song you didn’t recognize you couldn’t help but stop and lean on the doorframe.
“I love you baby and if it’s quite all right I need you baby to warm the lonely nights— I love you baby!”
His excitement, his smile, the way his eyes lighted up with the melody and the instruments making it look like he was the actual singer made you melt— the words escaping his lips, whoever, made you realize how much you loved him even if you already knew that— your voice came out louder than you wanted.
“I love you too.”
He stopped suddenly, his head turning on your direction and eyes wide open. Mouth slightly open with surprise and a blush your aren’t sure what’s the reason— “Did you just say what I heard?” He asks, slowly getting up.
You are frozen on your spot, eyes wide open with fear and your heart racing— your mind on other space.
He’s standing in front of you, holding your hands with so much care you swear you could cry.
“(Y/n)? Could you repeat that, please?”
Your mouth moves before you can think.
“I love you too.”
He chuckles, placing his hand on your cheek, his forehead presses on yours and his voice is sweet like honey when he sings again, “You’re just too good to be true. I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Narancia Ghirga (21+)
When the glass shatters at the contact with the floor, you jump out of surprise and Narancia yells while getting up, “Agh, fuck me!”
You look back at your book, trying to find the spot where you left it, muttering: “Oh, I wish. But we aren’t more than friends.”
In the blink of an eye he’s at your side, those pretty eyes of his now clouded with doubt and passion(e). “What are you trying to say?”
You look at him, worried he might have misunderstood the situation and instead of play it off, the truth seems relevant. “Well, uhm, I like you.”
“But… Like like?”
You sigh, getting up to face him directly.
“Like like.”
The smile that forms on his plump lips makes your heart beat faster.
