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A stand took away Mista's voice.
Now, that wasn't exactly a terrible thing but now the man himself is making a mess of the upstairs den.
"Do you think he's okay?" asks Narancia.
Fugo pauses and listens to Mista upstairs throwing what sounds like a chair at a wall and the sound of glass shattering. "What do you think, Narancia? Does this man sound okay?'"
"My question is why is he so angry," you ask with genuine concern. The gang eyes each other.
"You don't know?! Ha, well, M-"
Giorno slaps a hand over Narancia's mouth, "Shush! We said we wouldn't say anything!"
"T-Tell me what?" you stammer.
"Fuck sake... She's catching on now. Mista you can blame HIM for your outing," Fugo says throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. What the hell were they hiding!?
You stood in a daze of pure confusion and a look of concern on your face.
"We understand you're anxious to know what we're going on about Y/N, and we'll tell you in a second, just let me do this first." Buccellati says sternly, quickly pulling out his stand Sticky Fingers and zipping Narancia's mouth shut. He pouts and plops down on the couch, crossing his arms.
Abbacchio sat unamused and Giorno was trying to keep up his serious facade, however it wasn't really working since he allowed the faintest of smiles to creep onto his face.
After Bruno finished dealing with Narancia, they all sat you down and sat around you. Giorno lovingly took your hand and thumbed it with his as everyone composed themselves.
"Okay, amore," Giorno says sweetly, "Guido— I mean, Mista, is so pissed he can't talk because he was finally going to tell you how he felt."
Your eyes widen. "W-What? H-How does he feel?"
"He's head over heels in love with you, Y/N," Abbacchio cuts in.
You feel your face turn tomato red as your friends turn giddy at the sight of your love stricken face. "I-I need some fresh.. air! I need fresh air."
"That's code for talk to Mista!" Bruno teases, watching you stand up.
You quickly run up the stairs to the den where conveniently is a balcony; and a Mista. You walk in and immediately see a plethora of broken glass and dry wall, along with smashed chairs and decor. You look up to scan the room for Mista and see him, hands behind head, pacing back in forth with a flustered look on his face. It pained you to see him like this, it really did. You quietly close the door and Mista soon turns around and sees you. He immediately turns as red as you, stopping in his tracks.
"G-Give— actually hold on," you say clearing a desk of debris and grabbing a note pad and pen. "Here. Use this to communicate."
He reluctantly reaches and withdraws, but takes the notepad none the less.
"I know what's bothering you.."
The blush on his face quickly goes from a bashful flush to an angry tint of rage upon the realization that his friends outed him. Those bastards!
He flips the cover of the note pad and frantically begins writing. He flips it so you can read it and it says, "I'm sorry you had to hear it from those bastards. I wanted to tell you but this goddamn stand got the best of me."
You graciously grasp his hand, rubbing it with your thumb. "Mista, it's okay. I came here to tell you that hearing that actually made me realize that I l—"
You get cut off. By the sight of him writing? No, by him abruptly kissing you. He knew you were still recoiling from the shock so mid-kiss he reaches for his pad and shows you a prewritten note: "That's all I needed to hear to know what you were going to say."
Your eyes slowly roll shut and you wrap you arms around him and move to straddle him for less strain.
After a few seconds, you pull away for air as he massages your love handles, staring up at you.
"Amore, you're probably thinking this is too early but, I love you Y/N. With every. single. cell. in my fucking body. Do you understand, bell— H-Hey, wait! Why are you crying," he says, wiping away any running make up.
That's right. You were crying. But why? None other than the fact that Mista spoke real words.
"Y-You just spoke. Oh my god."
"I-I guess I did. Just in time to say those three special words but why would it where off now?"
"Because you finally confessed you dumb shits." You look at the door to see it open with 5 faces peering in: A secretly giddy Giorno, a normal and unfazed Abbacchio, a proud Bruno, and your two best friends Fugo and Narancia doing a victory dance.
"YAYYYYYY!"
You and Mista basically roll off each other with you both making sharp 180 degree turns to face your backs to one another.
"What the hell, Narancia!! It was about to get good too!" Fugo complains, slapping Narancia in the head.
"Sorry..! Ow, what the fu— Wait oh my god! THEY'RE BLUSHING."
The were right, you were. You cover your face to hide your heavy blush but instead, Mista quickly grabs your hands before you can and pulls you to a stand.
"Sad the show is over? Sad you couldn't win any bets? Well, here! Entertain yourselves with this—!"
He spins you around and dips you almost effortlessly and plants a sensual and passionate kiss on your lips. You practically melted in his arms.
"Oh wow," Abbacchio says flabbergasted, placing his hands on his hips. We finally got a stir out of him.
Giorno turns away to hide his cheesy grin.
Narancia and Fugo are basically doing a victory dance.
And Buccellati? Well, he's watching with a shit-eating grin PLASTERED across his face.
Mista pulls away after a solid 10 seconds and your eyes roll back into you head. He lays you on the bed and shoos the gang off because he was ready to rock your world, and he would... eventually.
"Pay up guys," Bruno motions to the gang members.
"Fuck you for always being right.." Abbacchio says as he slaps a 50 euro bill into Bruno's hand.
"You guys really fucking bet on us? Disgusting.." you say, quickly slipping through the crowd and down the lodge stairs.
Little did he know, you slipped Mista a note before you separated. He opened his mouth at spit out a piece of paper and opened it.
"Meet me in the garden in the farthest Northeast corner in 5 minutes. Away from prying eyes?
-Y/N"
He smiled almost as big as Koro-Sensei in Assassination Classroom. (referencesssss)
He ran down the stairs to go meet you. Lord, he was excited.