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Ever since Risotto brought me into the team I've worn a similar outfit that has a long zipper that I need help to zip all the way up. Stopping just at the small of my back, I norm ally ask the first person I find to zip it the rest of the way. The first time it was my next door neighbor Formaggio.
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I have been on the team about two days and I forgot about one thing, my zipper. I had a way to zip it myself before in my apartment but now I'm going to have to find some help. I peek my head out to see if anyone is leaving and, thank god, Formaggio is shutting his door.
"Hey Formaggio, can you help me real quick," he turns to see only my head out of my door. He shoves his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah, what do you need," he says very nonchalant.
"Can you zip my dress please," I say as I turn around to show him my open back. With my back turned to him I don't see his eyes widen for a moment.
"Oh... ok," he says before he takes the zipper and brings it up until my (h/l) hair gets in the way. I feel his warm finger tips shift my hair over to one side. I hear the zipper meet it's end and I turn around and thank him before returning back into my room.
On the other side of the door Formaggio was more flustered than he would want to admit. 'She's been here for two days, pull yourself together,' he thought. But, damn did he want to zip her dress everyday.
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Then the next day I find help from my other next door neighbor Illuso. He's walking by my door and I catch him before he walks down the stairs.
"Hey Illuso, can you zip up my dress for me please," he turns around to the sight of my bare back towards him. He starts walking towards me and I turn around and see a very cocky and sly grin on his face.
"Of course," he says when he much closer to me. I turn my back fully to him and I feel his one of his hands grab the zipper and his other hand touch the skin on my lower back right above the zipper causing a shiver to run up my spine and make the nerves under my skin hypersensitive. As he pulls up the zipper I can feel his hand drag up with it. My hair gets in the way again and he removes both of his hands and sweeps my hair to one side. I can feel his fingers brush my shoulders while he moves my hair. Once my hair isn't a problem he finishes my zipper and places my hair back in its place and I thank him.
"Anytime," he says while he looks me up and down. I could tell he liked what he saw.
He really would mess with that zipper anytime she wanted. All she would have to do is ask him.
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The next day no one was in the hallway meaning I had to venture further out to find some help. I trek down the stairs and pop my head out to see Prosciutto about to sit on the couch.
"Hey Prosciutto, before you sit down can you help me with my zipper," I ask while quickly descending the rest of the stairs. He turns around seeing my figure and sets the water bottle in his hands on the coffee table behind him. One of his sharp, arched brows raise while he walks towards me.
"Ok, you need you turn around though," he said looking down at me. I quickly thank him and turn around. He pulls the edges that are currently exposing almost my whole back. His touch sends shivers down my spine that I hope he doesn't notice. My hair gets in the way yet again and he parts my hair down the middle. He drags his fingers down the back of my neck before he gently pushes it forward. He zips it the rest of the way before lingering to smooth out the fabric and place my hair back. Once he's finished I give him a kinda-shy-kinda-upbeat thank you and we part ways.
He wanted to be the only one that got to see her like that and zip her dress. Since the first zipper occurrence the word got out that she needed help with her zipper. The problem now is who gets to zip it next.
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The next day I woke up late since my mission went into the early morning hours and the first person I saw was Pesci.
"Hey Pesci, I need help with my zipper, do you mind," I ask seeing the large man shake slightly before simply nodding his head. I pull my hair out of the way and turn my back to him. I can feel his shaking hands pull up the zipper trying to not touch me and cross any boundaries.
"Thank you very much Pesci, you're very helpful," I say to him causing him to smile and shake more before we part ways.
That's the closest he had ever been around a lady before. He had heard about her zipper but he never thought she would ask him to help!
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I went out to look for help with my dress again and I found Melone doing something on his laptop.
"Hey Melone, will you zip my dress for me," I ask him. His eyes light up with excitement as he stood from the couch. He muttered a quick 'Di Molto' under his breath before accepting. He took the fabric and zipper in his fingers delicately, but he started dragging the zipper down instead of up.
"Umm, Melone I need you to zip it up not down," I say to him. He lets out a little sigh before he releases the zipper and moves my hair out of the way.
"You're hair is very soft and healthy (y/n)," he whispered the compliment into my ear. A heavy blush appeared before I thanked him. I must have felt the tip of his nose brush against my shoulder. He finally zipped my dress the right direction and went back to sit on the couch. I mutter another flustered thank you before I left.
Di Molto! She's perfect. Not just for his stand but in every way possible. He can't wait to be able to unzip that dress.
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The problem arises the next day and I have go to the kitchen to find Ghiaccio making a sandwich.
"Hey Ghiaccio, can you help me please," he turns around and his angry expression turned soft with surprise for a moment.
"Might as well, you've already taken my attention away from my sandwich," he ranted as he walk towards me. I expected him to zip it as fast and even maybe get some of my hair stuck, but he was very gentle. He gathered all of my hair before setting it out of the way. He takes the zipper and carefully zips my dress. I thank him and get a quiet 'don't expect me to do that again' before he went back to his sandwich.
How could he let myself almost freeze up around her! She's been here for a week and she made him get flustered. He wished he could zip that dress everyday even if she does make him freeze up.
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I got up quite early the next day and the first person I ran into was the leader himself, Risotto. His stature shadowing over me.
"Hey can you zip up my dress for me," I say turning my back to him. He lets out a quick 'sure' before he starts zipping my dress. He paused and parted my hair over my shoulders, grazing them with his finger tips. He finished the zipper and replaced my hair. I said a quick thank you as I turned to look at him. His stern, dark eyes had a certain warmth to them. And, his normally emotionless lips held a small smile.
"Anytime," he said before he went back to whatever work he was doing. (He was getting a snack.)
She was the first woman he had ever taken into the team. She was the first female applicant he had ever gotten and she had gotten his entire team flustered. Hell, she even made him flustered.
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The next day I found the whole team at my door.
"Oh, hey everyone. Is there something wrong," I worriedly ask. It's not everyday seven men are standing outside my door.
"Everyone is fighting to zip your dress," Risotto says bluntly with his arms crossed.
"Oh my goodness, I didn't know I was causing a problem. I'm so sorry," I say before I quickly go back into my room to use the trick I used before La Squadra. I find a price of string, thread it through the zipper tab, and pull up on the string. Amazement flashed across all of the men at my door. What were they going to do now!
Ok so these are all separate events and where you get to choose the assassin you go on a date with.
Formaggio:
Now that she can zip her own dress how am I supposed to get near her. That day went on normally until I was hanging out before a mission in the common area. She sat next to me with a bored expression. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I had thought.
"When's you're next mission," I ask to start conversation and because I was actually curious.
"In two days," she says seeming to scoot closer to me. I look opposite of her to try and think of what to say next. I look back to see her eyes on the TV.
"How did your first mission go," I ask her. She talks with energy and vigor about quite a brutal assassination. We all knew she was smart, but we didn't know she was this strong. She told the whole story with a massive smile on her face. I almost didn't hear anything. I was so captivated by her expressions and that smile. She finishes and looks up at me. The way she looks at me makes it feel like we're the only people in the world. Like, the world is so small it can only fit us on it. I was speechless from the story and just... her.
"What are you doing Friday? Risotto try's to let us have a day off on Fridays," I say trying to see if I can get a date with her.
"I had no idea! Well then I shouldn't have anything that day," she said with the same energy and smile.
"Do you want to go out to dinner," I ask with a smirk on my face. A shy smile graces her face and her sparkling eyes shift downwards.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun."
She looks at my hand before scooting over more and taking my hand in hers.
"Can I zip up your dress before," I joke and she rolls her eyes and giggles.
Illuso:
Now I'll have to find my own way to win her over. Everyone but (y/n) and I are on their own mission. So, I decide to cook for her. I dress casually and get all of the ingredients for (favorite food). I return home and notice that she must be in her room still, so I get started. After a few mistakes and substitutions, the dish is done and (y/n) comes out of her room at the perfect time.
"What's all of this, Illuso," she asks. I adore hearing my name said by her.
"We're the only ones in the house, so I made dinner," I said walking over to her and guiding to her seat.
" Illuso this is my favorite food! How did you figure that out," she said with a playful, but suspicious grin.
" I have my ways of finding out, so don't ask questions just eat it," I say before digging in which she quickly mirrors.
"This is absolutely amazing! I didn't know you were such a great cook," she says excitedly. Our conversation went one for many more hours until she began yawning.
"Illuso, this was very kind of you, but also very romantic. Are you trying to do something," she asks again with that playfully suspicious look.
"I was thinking this could maybe be kind of a warm up date... for when the real thing happens," I say closing some of the gap between us.
"Why don't we just call this our first official date," she says getting even closer.
"I like where your mind is heading," I say grabbing one of her hands.
"Well I also think I need to get to bed," she says leaning away quickly, "can you unzip my dress for me?"
Prosciutto:
Just a bump in the road. I'll be able to find a way to woo her over. It just so happened that we were paired up for a mission that night. We meet in the car and I start driving to our destination. We sit in silence for a short while before she starts a conversation.
"So, what's the down low on this mission, Pro," she asks the nickname caught me off guard.
"Assassinate a guy that stole money from the gang in a back alley bar. What's with that nickname," I ask.
"I don't know, just kinda felt right in the sentence. If you don't like it I won't say it again," she said apologetically.
"I actually kinda like that nickname,"I say and look at her only to see her looking back. Our eyes meet for a moment until I hear the honking of another driver. I correct the car and silence lingers once more.
"What are you doing tomorrow," I ask her.
"I thing that I know of... but that could change," she said giving me a sly look after her pause.
"I think those changes might include me... only if you want to," I say looking at her realizing she's been gazing at me the whole time.
"That sounds perfect."
Pesci:
How am I supposed to talk to her. I can barely be in the same room as her. I'm going to have to ask aniki for help. I knock on his door and moments later it opens.
"I need help bro," I say to him know he could be my only chance. He gives me a beckoning look and gestures for me to sit down next to him.
"What's the situation," he asks, fully attentive.
"Well, I really like (y/n) and I done know what to do," I leave it there because I know he knows the rest of the situation. He gives me a look of understanding and a hand to the shoulder before he takes a moment to formulate a plan in his mind.
"Here's the plan..." he tells me the plan and it sounds quite believable, so I decide to go through with it.
The next day the plan is set in motion. Prosciutto cooks breakfast early and I switch him places right before (y/n) walks into the kitchen.
" Pesci, did you make breakfast today," she asks in a sing-song voice that is truly music to my ears.
"Y-Y-Yes I did," I have to lie for the plan to work. She takes a plate and sits down to start eating while she says thank you to me.
"Oh my goodness, this is delicious Pesci," her eyes are widened in surprise. I let out a nervous chuckle before going back to the food. It not long before the others flow in and take their food to their rooms. I take my plate and sit down at the table with her.
"I had no idea you could cook like that Pesci," she says while finishing up her plate.
"Normally one of the other guys cooks in the morning," I say. That's true, but supposed to be misinterpreted.
"This is amazing, you could cook for me any day," she says and sets her soft and delicate hand over my not-so delicate and soft hand. It felt like a jumper cable was attached to our finger tips. Maybe we didn't need the rest of the plan.
Melone:
I need to get near my perfect little farfalla (butterfly). I see her relaxing in the living room watching an old movie and take my moment. I set myself down next to her and steal a piece of the popcorn in her lap. I sling my arm around the back of her shoulders.
"What are you doing tonight," I ask confidently. She looks over and her face is just a few inches away. The close details of her face further engrains her perfection into my memory.
"Probably what I'm doing now for the rest of the night," she says before taking a piece of the now shared popcorn.
"Well then do you mind doing it with me," I say before gently caressing her face. She giggles lightly before saying, "I don't mind."
"Then do you mind us doing this more often," I can see the wheels turn in her head as she realizes my proposition. A smile graces her face once more. I hope I get to see that sweet smile a million more times.
"I think I would actually really like that."
Ghiaccio:
Fuck! What am I supposed to do now! I'll have to get her on a mission with me. I ask Risotto to pair us up and he said he would give us the mission he got for that day and wasn't sure who to give it to.
"We have a mission tonight. I'll be in the car at 7, dont be late," I say to her before preparing myself for the mission. 7 rolls around and she's in the car before me. I start it up and leave to base.
Mission was easy but we both suffer from a cut on the arm. She rolls up my shirt and starts tending to my wound before she seemed to have even noticed her own.
"What the fuck are you doing! Fix yourself first. I'm driving anyways," I say taking my eyes off of the road. Soon my suspicion was confirmed.
"Oh, I didn't even notice my cut," she said before quickly and crudely fixing her wound. Didn't even take a minute.
"I can fix your arm while you drive, just focus on the road," she says before just taking off that arm of my shirt. I pull off of the side of the road and she only notices once we're stopped.
"Why did you pull off," she says, looking up at me confused. I say nothing before turning to her to actually mend her wound.
"Ghiaccio, my arm is fine. Yours is the one that needs fixing," she say sweetly.
"Shut up, your arm is not fine and I don't want to see you hurt. It was my fault you got hurt in the first place," I yells a little.
"It wasn't your fault, Ghiaccio. I got in your way and got hit. Not to mention the cut on your arm is my fault. It's from my stand!" she said to me with the same intensity. I sigh and fully face her.
"Look were both hurt and I don't like it," I scream.
"Why do you even care so much anyways," she yells back.
"Because I really like you ok!" My mouth yells before I can even fucking think about it. Her cheeks light up a dark pink tone.
"Well I really like you too and I don't want you to be hurt either," she blushes more before taking my hand in hers.
"Lets take care of these once we're back at the base."
Risotto:
Since she let me zip her dress yesterday I've already thought out a plan to take her on a date. I call her into my office to give her a 'mission' later tonight. I hear the knock on my door and tell them to come in and of course it's (y/n).
"You have a mission tonight. Seven PM at the coffee house. You'll know what to do once you get there." She nods and thanks me before leaving my office. I look to the clock and decide to dress a little more casually.
I watch her walk through the door and order herself a drink, most likely to blend in. She turns around with her drink in hand and makes eye contact with me. Happy surprise is evident on her features and I signal her to sit across from me.
"Is this what you meant by I'll know when I get here," she asks with and optimistically confused smile.
"Yes, your mission is to have coffee with me," I say as sternly as always. She giggles and grasps at my hands, taking me by surprise and making my blood rush quicker.
"Risotto, if you wanted to take me on a date you could have just asked," she says with the brightest smile I've ever seen.
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