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Giorno rolled over to face his alarm clock on his bed side table. Letting out an exhausted sigh, he pulled back the covers before rising to sit on the edge of his bed. It was 3 am, and Giorno did what he did almost every time he had a restless night and that was glance toward the hallway, debating if moving beds was a wise idea. And like every time he did this, Giorno spent 20 minutes contemplating the consequences of his actions before finally making his way to his roommate's door.
They had rented a rather comfy two bedroom apartment for themselves, with one bedroom slowly becoming less occupied at night.
His footsteps light, the blonde opened Mista's door and made his way to the bed. Mista laid shirtless, as he did most nights, on his bed, snoring soundly.
His signature hat tossed to the floor so Giorno could see his dark and messy hair, that tended to curl near his ears when his hat was off.
Unable to stop himself, Giorno reached over to lightly stroke Mista's tanned cheek. He gazed fondly at his face before coming to his senses. Giorno shook his head and rounded to the other side of the bed.
Muda, he said in his head.
Pulling up the blanket, he slowly slid in the bed next to Mista, careful to not wake him. He'd done this so often he was sure, the heavy sleeper that Mista was wouldn't wake up, but one couldn't be too careful.
Giorno settled into bed nuzzling his head into the pillow covered in Mista's scent. Trish was kind of right about Mista smelling worse that a wet dog, but it didn't bother him to much.
Looking at the back at Mista's head Giorno smiled guiltily as he slid his arm around Mista's waist and scooted closer.
When Giorno first started losing his sleep, he'd go out into the streets and wander with the hope of exhausting himself. When this failed he'd hope to regain sleep during the day time, but soon discovered he had too many tasks and too little time to have time for a well needed nap.
He wasn't quite sure why he had gone to the gunman's room so many nights ago, probably because of his growing attraction for his roommate took over. Maybe it was the fact it was more pleasant to be lying with another. Regardless, Giorno found out he was unable to stop cuddling with the brunette.
Even if it didn't always help him regain his sleep, he found it very comforting when he could just simply lie with him. Along with Mista's gentle snoring, and how he would take in his sleep during an unusual dream that he would share with Giorno the following morning during breakfast. With all of these things Giorno felt himself falling deeper in a hole he had dug way to deer for himself to try and climb out.
He rested with Mista for a while longer and even managed to get a few hours of sleep in. As much as he would have loved to have stay and wake up next to the man beside him, he knew it wasn't possible. It would shatter Giorno's temporary illusion that he would hold on to in these few hours he'd spend with the brunette.
He could imagine the look of confusion and disgust if Mista woke with Giorno clinging to him. Giorno wasn't sure if that was how he would actually react, but he wasn't about to risk his friendship with Mista over a few silly feelings. And so a little before Mista would arise for the day, Giorno would take himself and his feels back to his own room as if nothing ever happened.
And that was his plan right now, to escape like all the other times. Doing this so often left Giorno feeling more than a little selfish, as he was using an unknowing Mista to comfort himself. Giorno really needed to try and stop this soon, one of these days he'll be caught and he'd rather that not happen anytime soon or at all really.
Knowing it was time to go Giorno easily detached himself from Mista. He rolled out of the bed careful as ever.
As he started toward the door the sheet rustled behind him and Giorno felt a hand placed on his arm. Froze for a moment in terror, Giorno slowly turned around to a sleepy eyed Mista.
Mista gave a soft tug on his arm and said a few words Giorno couldn't catch.
"What?" He whispered quietly unsure what to expect.
Mista spoke up, "Come back to bed." Now Giorno was confused.
"Huh?" He asked confounded at what he was hearing. Mista gave another lethargic tug, which brought Giorno back onto the bed. A tired Mista not wasting any time, wrapped a tanned arm around Giorno hugging him close. Giorno's face flushed as he could feel his clothed body touching Mista's bare chest. A reverse of their positions from earlier.
Giorno let out a sigh of happiness before uttering a quite, "Why?'
Mista rubbed his face softly into Giorno's neck, "Cause you always leave too early." Mista said it like his answer was obvious. Giorno felt a smile rise on his face as he closed his eyes enjoying the moment.
Maybe his temporary illusion had the chance of turning into a pleasant reality.