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(Giornos Pov)

The fluorescent lights of the office burned my eyes, in the still dark hues of the morning sky. The carpet solid and rough under my dress shoes, the surrounding desks lonely and bare, the air heavy and sour as it nested into my lungs. Sickening yellow walls haunt me in every sense of fashion and design. The door to the head office - once belonging to the boss, was hung open. The space is just as vacant as the rest of the desolate room.

I make my way into the boss’s office, my office.

The previous boss was a wretched man, too small for such a large seat. His permanent leave from the agency beamed like the welcome sun on a gloomy day or a bright rainbow after the cold showers of may. The place he formerly stood now lacking, in need of another and who else was to take his space than one who worked at his side. A right-hand man now in the spot of a leader.

As someone who experienced the pain he caused in the wake of his time, I vow to make it a safe place for my co-workers who had been with me and to those who come after. The room quickly filled up with my belongings as I made the office my own. My name ‘Haruno Giovanna’ was posted on the door to the office, something the old boss under no circumstances did.

I hear a gentle knock at my door just before I’m about to take my seat. “Hey, Boss,” a soothing voice called to me in a teasing manner. I shift my head to face my friend from the office, Bruno Buccillati. He was a tall man with jet-black hair, his suit was crisp like it had just come from the dry cleaners. His suit jacket and pants always include bizarre patterns on them, I often wonder where he finds them. Today he wore a white suit with smudged black dots on them, his dress shirt was black and so was his tie.

“So how does it feel to run a whole company?” Bruno asked.

“To be completely frank with you, I’m freaking out right now,” I say with my eyebrows sewn together. There was no point in lying to him, he had a knack for sniffing them out.

It was true, while I’m thrilled I got the position and yes, It was my dream to one day run this agency. I didn’t think I would be the boss at 19, I barely started working here a year ago. There are people who are way more qualified than me, Bruno was one of them. He had been working here for over 5 years, but when he was offered the position he turned it down. I will never comprehend the way his brain works, but to me, that seems absurd.

Another man named Jean Pierre Polnareff had been working here just about as long as I, but he was much older and more experienced than me. He was a fascinating man who travelled the world before settling in Italy, he told us about his adventures in Egypt, Japan, America, Korea, Grease, Switzerland and even India. But his favourite was to talk about France and his hometown, he told us memories of his little sister before tragedy fell upon her, he kept a photo of her on his desk.

Polnareff sympathized with me, as neither of us was Italian by genetics. But it was much less noticeable for him, he was tanned but caucasian non-the-less. It was only till he spoke in his thick french tongue, it was noticeable that he wasn’t Italian. It was a much different situation for me, it was clear to people I wasn’t full Italian - Japanese through my mother and British through my father. But I’ve lived in Italy almost my whole life, yet people still treat me like a foreigner or a tourist.

“I’m confident you’ll do just fine,” Bruno said, pulling me from my thoughts, his voice strong and confident. “That is why they gave you the position after all.” His simple words relaxed me for a moment, but I know the feelings will be quick to return.

Bruno placed a small stack of papers on my desk and went to leave. I began looking through the full pages of small font, thankfully I was abruptly interrupted by Bruno. “Oh and Haruno, just to confirm, you are coming to my place tonight? All the others will be there,” His voice raised in a sing-song way at the end. It sounded like peer pressure the way he stated it.

It was true, while I considered Bruno ‘just a work friend’ we actively get together on weekends or after work, sometimes with our other friends, sometimes just us two. Five other friends were in the mix, one of them just so happened to knock at my door.

Pannacotta Fugo, a slim man, the same height as me, his platinum blond hair neatly gelled back. Unlike me and Bruno who both worked in sales, Fugo worked in accounting. He’s one of the hardest working people in the office and I really admire him for that, all though he has a violent and mostly unpredictable anger. Some of his triggers include; disturbing him when he’s working, criticizing him, what he refers to as ‘idiot syndrome’, and most importantly calling him by his first name - that’s why we all call him Fugo.

“Morning, Haruno,” he addresses me with a cheerful tone but no smile was present on his face.“I finished the papers you needed, I condensed it as much as I could.”On my desk now sat a stack of over 40 papers, it was hard to believe this was condensed.

“And Haruno, can I assume you’re coming tonight?” Fugo asked just before he was about to leave.

I gave a nod before speaking, “Yes, I will be there.”Fugo offered me a similar nod back and left my office to make way to his own workspace. My attention was now brought back to Bruno, who seemed to have got the answer he required.

“Great, I’ll see you after work then. Think of it as an informal congratulation, on your new position,” Bruno said with his signature warm smile, “You have a lot of work to do, so I’ll get out of your hair.”

And just like that, I was left alone in my office. With the piles upon piles of work I have been handed.

The day was long and frustrating, but hardly over. I go home before making my way over to Bruno’s place, Fugo does the same.

The front door is unlocked which means my roommate and crush, Trish Una is home. She sat on the couch ready to go, clearly waiting for me. Her vibrant pink hair pulled in curls and waves, held together by hairspray. She wore a tight black crop-top and a long pink and yellow skirt with a slit up the side, making it much less modest.

“Ready to go, just waiting on you,” Trish stated the obvious. Trish thought of herself as a pop-star - while yes, she did make music, she was hardly what I would consider a famous pop-star. It was still charming, and confidence is much better than self-doubt.

I met Trish a year ago when I started working for the agency, she came into the office one day to see her dad - our boss at the time. She had talked with me before entering his office, about herself and things she likes. We have a lot in common in terms of interests and she gave me her number, as we talked more she opened up about her father and the things he does, which were all too similar to my mother and step-fathers doings. At that moment we shared a bond with each other, and I believe that’s when my feelings towards her truly blossomed.

I switch my clothes from the suit to something more casual. Before I exit my room I take a look in the long full-length mirror, that was leaning against one of the walls. Everything was in check and I looked fine, I think.

In the mirror was a man with short blond hair that curled at the front, he had a long masculine face with a sharp jawline and pointed nose. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself, I tend to avoid mirrors and photos as much as possible, maybe I’m just not used to looking at myself.

There was a reason I avoided looking at myself, everything was wrong with the way I looked. Especially in this outfit. The shirt was nice, a white button-up with long, puffy sleeves. Even though I liked it, something still felt wrong. The pants on the other hand, black and tight, they hugged everything wrong. Trish said they looked good, that’s the only reason I actually wear them.

Before Going back to the front room I go over to the glass cage on the other side of my room, the one that held ‘Gold Experience.’ The large bullfrog sat inside one of the logs, her chest puffed out as she breathed, she might be sleeping it was always hard to tell. I say goodbye to her and go find Trish.

Trish still sat in the living room, the only difference being she had her shoes on and a purse slung around her one shoulder.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I say before doing the same as her.

“Not a problem.”

The car ride to Bruno’s mostly consisted of Trish mindlessly rambling about her day. It was nice, though, I enjoy it when people talk with me. When I meet new people, they often think I’m disinterested when I don’t respond, but that’s not the case at all. I pay more attention when someone I’m close with speaks than I do when I’m in a meeting at work.

As we pulled up to Bruno’s house, I noticed only two cars in the driveway, his and his roommates. His roommate Leone Abbacchio has been living with Bruno longer than I’ve known him and I'm starting to think he will never move out.

Bruno met Leone after he had some troubles in the police force, he blamed himself for his friend’s critical injuries, he had to retire early from the force. Bruno practically took Leone in and got him back on his feet, he’s back working as a cop and is slightly less of an alcoholic.

Bruno greeted us upon entering, he focused on Trish a little more since I had only seen him 20 minutes ago. Leone laid on the couch in a cocky manner with a glass of deep red wine hung loosely from his left hand, he gave me a slight nod as he acknowledged my arrival. Leone and I didn't have the best relationship at first, to be completely honest we despised each other. Over the recent year, we have grown closer to a mutual understanding of playful teasing -me being a ‘brat’ and him getting annoyed and silent conversation. I took my place next to him, the weight of his mass on the couch sunk towards him forcing me to sit at an angle.

The living room filled up with mundane banter, topics such as work -almost strictly coming from Leone as he complains about stupid people, some of it was actually quite funny. Trish talked about the new song she’s working on, saying it will be the one to make her famous. Bruno showered her in compliments, which I can’t argue with, they’re all true.

This continued until the squeak of the front door was heard, Narancia came bursting into the living clearly happy to be getting out of doing his homework. Narancia Ghirga was -to put it bluntly, a 21-year-old high schooler, he had dropped out of elementary school and only started “attending" school again when he was 17 because Fugo had homeschooled the older boy. I had only meet Narancia through Fugo, which I still find hard to believe they were almost the exact opposite of each other. Narancia was loud, energetic, and immature- to the point that people actually believed he was the age to be in high school. His unruly hair and neon clothes emulated Narancia perfectly.

Guido Mista came in behind him, closing the door and taking off his large heelless boots. Guido was one of the odder of my friends with all his superstitions and phobias, specifically around the number 4. While we might not fully understand we still respect it and avoid using the “cursed” number around him. His hair puffed out with the absence of his ever-loved hat, clearly just getting off of work. Guido was the kind of guy to switch jobs frequently. At the moment he worked at the local library down the road, It was extremely out of character for him, but he seemed to enjoy it. He let me and Fugo take out as many books as we pleased, without a worry about due dates. He always let Fugo and Narancia study there too, with the promise that they would keep silent, which never happened. Guido was really a great guy.

Guido looked around the room for a second before asking, “Fugo not here yet?”

The room responded with negative replies, as Guido took his seat in the living room. Guido took over the conversation with his odd hypothetical questions.

There was a knock at the door, clearly being Fugo, he was much more courteous than Narancia and Guido - who had just opened the door. Bruno had opened the door to a more casual-looking Fugo, but still presentable.

Narancia - still caught up in the conversation with Guido, yells all too loud, “I would definitely fuck myself!” A concerning thing to walk in on and it showed on Fugos face twisting in disgust.

Trish, also too into the conversation, said in similar volume, “Exactly, no one would be able to pleasure you more than yourself.” Narancia pointed at her in agreement. Fugo’s face shows even more confusion and now concern for the pinkette.

I need to contribute to this conversation, there’s no way I couldn’t, it was such a bizarre topic that my opinion couldn’t be left unsaid. “I’m going to have to say ‘no’, it’s just wrong. Who in their right mind would have sex with their clone, you do realize how ridiculous that sounds, right?” I say trying on to break my composure in shame of the conversation we are having.

“There was no valid argument in that, Haruno. Where’s the proof that it’s wrong?” Bruno said as he took his seat again picking up his own glass of wine. Bruno was a well-put-together man, so for him to say something like that is quite a shock.

There were now three sides to the question; ‘on board with having sex with your clone’ which was Guido, Trish, Narancia, and Bruno. ‘No opinion’ Leone and Fugo, who merely shook their heads in disappointment. And ‘absolutely not’ In which I was alone.

The conversation continues as such, turning into other topics, thankfully less dirty than the originating topic. I always enjoyed nights like this where nothing really matters, as if time stopped just so we could let all the stress out and have fun. 

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(trishs pov)

I stay in my bedroom, Haruno’s room next door. I ponder the state of our relationship, how he feels about me. I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember, since the first time we met at the office. But even after all the hints I drop he seems to have no interest, he gives me plain compliments and shrugs me off when I try to touch him. I even went as far as to compare hand sizes, his hands were small and dainty but so soft and warm.

I wish he’d just ask me out already, is that too much to ask. Not that I wouldn’t ask him out myself, I’ve been planning to. I just haven’t done it yet.

Haruno and the others have just been incredibly busy with work or in Narancia’s case school, he’s preparing for midterms and Fugo’s working him to the bone. We haven’t had much time to get together - all seven of us, but I’m still grateful for the moments we get.

I continue to lay on my bed, my body pushing into the puffy cream duvet. The heavy purring of ‘Spice Girl’ beside me, I scratched the kitten's head with the pads of my fingers to avoid injuring her with my nails. I had only gotten her a few months ago, she was extremely small and energetic, it was a miracle that she’s staying still right now. All of my friends were animal people, I felt a little left out. I don’t regret my decision to adopt ‘Spice Girl’, though she can be a pain sometimes, I still love her.

There was a knock at my door, who else could be but Haruno. He most likely just got home from work, going to say ‘hello’ to me and discuss pains for our already belated dinner. I mudder a ‘come in’ and the door sways open to Haruno, still in his boring work suit.

“Hello, Trish. I just got home from work, however I have some paperwork that needs to be finished. Can I leave you to make dinner?” he said, small and polite.

My heart nudged me to speak my mind, but every other organ in my body pulled against it.

“Haruno,” My heart won in the end.“I’m worried about you, you know. You’ve been working so hard, you need to take a break and get some sleep. I know what your answers going to be, “but I have to keep working.” I know you’re not going to listen to me, but I care about you a lot… you can get back to work now, sorry for bothering you.”

There was a moment of silence, I didn’t bother lifting my head. I had thought Haruno would have left, but the spot beside me on the bed dipped with weight. Haruno was beside me with a sheepish look in his eyes.

“You worry about me?” his voice was whispered and hesitant. It took me by surprise.

“You idiot, of course, I care about you,” I can admit I said it a little too loud, but he should know I care for him even if he doesn’t know I love him, he should still know I care for him, we’re friends after all.

“Thanks. I’ll take a small break, but only because it’s you,” he said. His smile was soft and welcoming, he doesn’t often smile, but he looks so lovely when he does. The features of his face were defined by the dying light outside my window, his seafoam eyes glistened in the light and jawline defined by the shadow. I could stare at him forever, but to be honest I must be creeping him out.

Haruno spoke again. I’m delighted, I love the sound of his voice, “We could go to that new Thai restaurant downtown, how does that sound?”He was listening, I only mentioned that restaurant once, yet he remembered I wanted to go there.

“It sounds wonderful.”

Haruno had changed out of his work uniform, and we had walked down to the restaurant. The food was decent, but being able to spend time with Haruno made it better. We were on our way home and the sun had set, we were left with only the moon and street lights to accompany us. We walked side by side on the cracked sidewalk, his arms lay at his side and his hands empty.

I want to, I really do, but everything advised me not to, that I was going to scare him away.

Just like before, my heart had won. My hand reached for his, but when they meet, he flinched away. Haruno looked at me for a second, puzzled. His face softened, and he took his hand in mine. It wasn’t quite dark enough out to cover up the flare of matching red on our cheeks, but it’s less embarrassing knowing he’s blushing too.

As we entered the door our hands slipped out of each other, we both knew we could hold hands forever, that’s not to say we didn’t want to.

“Thank you for doing this, I really did need it,” he said with pauses in between, almost like he was frightened to say something.

“Not a problem, I’m happy I could get you to take a break.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go get some work done now. I’ll go to bed at a reasonable time, ok?” Haruno laughed a little at the end.

“You better,” I say in a half-joking half-serious. He gave me a nod and started to walk off. For just one more time my heart takes over, Guido would say that 3 times means its destiny. “One more thing.” Haruno turns to face me, waiting for what I’m going to say.

My actions go before words, like lightning before thunder. I rush over and place my hands on either side of his face. His body tightened in my grasp, and he looked everywhere but me.

“Can I kiss you?” I blurted out.

Haruno offered a curt nod and leaned down, so I could reach better. Our lips only meant for a second, but it was the best second of my life. Haruno stood up straight again.

“I really like you, Haruno, and I care about you a lot. And I assume by the kiss you feel the same?”My words finally caught up.

“Yeah, does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” Haruno said, clearly getting flustered. I could barely nod in response, both me and him were smiling messes of joy, unsure of what to do now but happy that the other returned their feelings.

It was perfect.

(Mistas pov)

It was late into the afternoon, and my shift at the library was coming to an end. Narancia was here with Fugo, they had only just finished their study session, Fugo wandered the aisles looking for a new book, while Narancia sat on the front desk -where I was working.

It was quiet, the murmurs and shuffling of the other patrons occupied the space with a peaceful ambience. I glanced over at Narancia, he wasn’t paying attention, off in his own world. His slick jet-black hair stuck out at all sides and angles, attempting to be held together by a bright purple headband that matched perfectly with his eyes.

Narancia looked my way, I was staring right at him, that’s embarrassing. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead, he smiled with his teeth bright enough to blind someone. His smile began to fade into more of a serious expression, it didn’t suit him at all.

“Hey, Guido?” he asked, shifting his attention back to the rest of the library, but still clearly talking to me.

This situation was remarkably similar to the one I was in last week, Narancia sat on the counter while Fugo looked around for books to occupy his free time with. Narancia spoke in that same serious tone and muttered an identical sounding ‘Hey, Guido.’I was supposed to tell Narancia to be quiet, but I loved hearing his voice, more so when he talked about things he was passionate about. I can recall countless times Narancia has gone on whole tangents about a game - I don’t even know what it was called. I found it so cute.

That time he had asked me why I worked at a library, and he was right it was a little out of character for me. I desperately wanted to lie to him, but I just couldn’t do that, I made him swear to secrecy like some 12-year girl.

“Alright, so no making fun of me. But, I… do it for Fugo and Haruno. It makes them so happy, just to see them so relaxed, even if it’s just over books. It’s nice to see them smile,” my voice softened as I went. I had hoped I didn’t sound too lovestruck and hopeless like I truly was.

He seemed to understand, and the moment passed with us talking about Fugo, a mixture of insults and compliments towards the nearly white-haired boy.

“Ya?” I finally reply, notifying him to continue and that I’m listening. There was a moment of silence as Narancia hesitated to speak.

“Do you think Fugo likes me, like, like likes me?” I winced at how many ‘likes’ he put into that sentence.

“Huh?” what he implied was finally sinking in “Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying you like Fugo? Like, you have a crush on him?”

“Is that bad?” Narancia shied away for a moment.

“NO, not at all. I just- I’m shocked is all, I didn’t take you for the type. I mean you talk about women all the time, what’s with that?” I ask genuinely confused.

“I still like women, I guess I just like guys too,” he pauses for a moment, “But Fugo, he’s so…” he trails off leaving behind a giddy smile and minor blush.

My manager had entered the room, Narancia and I went silent till she left. When the ghost was finally clear I picked up the conversation again - no way I’m dropping it there, “So… are you gonna ask him out or just simp over him?”Narancia’s head jerked to look back at me, he was clearly offended, but only because he knew I was right.

Narancia sighed all too loudly, “I know I should, but what if he says 'no', what if he yells at me, what if we stop being friends, what if-”

“Hey calm down,” I interrupted him in his tangent. “If Fugo doesn’t like you, it’s his loss. Look at you, you’re incredible who wouldn’t like you. And to be honest, there’s gotta be a reason he spends all that time studying with you.”

Narancia’s shoulders relaxed, I hadn’t even noticed him tensing them. He brightened up after hearing me talk, he looked much more confident. A shade of dark pink spread across his cheeks, matching with the tone of his skin -dark but not as dark as mine. He opened his mouth to talk, but before he could, Fugo had finally come to the front desk to get Narancia so they could leave. I never got to hear what Narancia was going to say, was he actually going to ask Fugo out or not?

I restrain my emotions as they walk out the door. Nobody should have to deal with my foolishness, it’s my fault for falling for them. I’m really over my head here, aren’t I?

(Fugos pov)

The weekend arrived quicker than I thought It would, we were already free to meet up with our friends again. Haruno was light on my workload this week -everyone in accounting basically got the week off. Which left me with extra time to tutor Narancia.

Throughout the week Narancia and I were in and out of the library where Guido worked. It was nice to see him, but there will always be a part of me that finds it unpleasant. Despite my intelligence (and I will never admit this.), I had no idea why I felt the way I did around my friends.

I had just figured out myself and was immediately plunged into another problem to figure out. I just need a break, build up the courage. But the universe won’t even allow me that. I was stressed, I was overworked, I possessed no time to deal with this.

But I couldn’t help my inquisitive mind. Why was I infuriated whenever I looked at Trish and Haruno, with their recent relationship? They were still both new to relationships, both of them being young -though only a year younger than me.

I’ve even been more irritated with Narancia, ever since that day in the car. I don’t despise it when he spends time with Guido, I’m happy for him, nevertheless I get this sour feeling.

Maybe, jealousy?

Narancia had just finished studying at the library, during his breaks he would go up to the front desk and talk to Guido. It wasn’t that big of a deal, he was talking to me while he studied, so it only makes sense he would want someone different to talk to. He did like Guido better than me anyway.

As we got into the car, I had noticed Narancia was fidgety and his face was burning. Was he blushing?

I was about to ask what the problem was, but he spoke up first, “Hey…” He drew it out in the most awkward tone, “can I tell you something?”

This was either going to completely piss me off or only slightly piss me off. I couldn’t think of anything that he might need to tell me. Was it about school? Did he fake doing okay on his last language assignment? Was it about me? Did he not want me to assist him in study anymore? Did he know about 'that'? I was getting work up over nothing and I knew that. He hadn’t even said anything, and I was already assuming the worst. Shit… just listen to what he has to say, it can’t be anything bad.

I’m assuming I waited too far too long to give him the ‘okay’, so he simply just started talking. “Well, I’ve been thinking recently,” That’s never good. “and I think, I might have a little crush on Guido.”

Narancia looked down at his lap, nervous, like a cat on hot bricks. Did he think I was going to hate him, for liking someone? For liking Guido? Did he think I wouldn’t support him?

“Helloo?” Narancia waved a hand in front of my face, “are you just not gonna say anything?”

My hand snaps toward his wrist, catching it with a firm grip and pushing it out of the way. “I don’t see how this involves me. There was no reason you had to tell me.”I keep my voice low and emotionless. A direct contrast from his bold, expressive voice.

“What are you talking about? Of course it involves you, you’re like my best friend -don’t tell the others I said that. It’d be weird if I Didn’t tell you,” His mood was much more cheerful than before.

“Fine, but this isn’t the time to focus on your 'little crush’, you have midterms to study for.” Narancia sighed at the mention of his midterms. “But I don’t imagine you’ll have any trouble with it, the crush I mean. Guido likes you a lot, so you might have a chance.”

Narancia perks up even more the perfect shade of pink even stronger now than before. I pull out of the parking lot, there’s no point in just sitting here. The rest of the car ride was filled with Narancia chatter, mostly about Guido. It made my stomach turn in a bizarre way, but I wasn’t sick. I knew that.

I couldn’t help but think about that, maybe it Was jealousy? But I didn’t want to stop their relationship, so maybe it wasn’t envy.

Whatever I was feeling was not important right now, I could focus on it later. I got to see my friends outside of work, outside of studying, and outside of just texting. It was time to just enjoy myself.

The room, like usual, was filled with quiet banter. I jumped in when I felt necessary, but the conversation was mostly geared towards Trish and Haruno. Bruno gushed over them, being the mom friend and poking fun at the relationship. Leone gave the off comment about how blatant they were, which made Trish blush profusely.

Though I believe Guido was the one all over them the most -it was normal for the man to fawn over anything lovey-dovey, being the ever romantic himself. Trish fully indulges this by saying that she might write a love song next, and for all I know that could be true.

The night continued on with usually chatting and drinking, idly picking at the snacks on the dining table. As it started to get later and later, the time for people to start leaving approached. Lazy mentions of ‘we should get going soon’ which will only be followed by staying for another half an hour.

‘I’ll leave once I’m done my drink,’ I thought to myself as to not make a fuss about it.

Bruno had stood up from his seat next to Leone. “Before you all leave today there is something that I need to say,” Bruno said, making an announcement to everyone. There was a long pause where he had looked at Leone, But Bruno only reserved a nod in return -maybe that’s what he was looking for?

“Well, I just feel as though love is in the air right now and I think we should keep that going,” Bruno paused, he almost seemed nervous.“What I’m trying to say is that… you see I-”

“OH MY GOD, stop dragging it out” Leone very rudely interrupted him, clearly not wanting to deal with Bruno's drawn-out explanation. I can’t blame him. I really wasn’t in the mood to listen to Bruno talk for five minutes, just to make one point that could have been said in 5 seconds.

All eyes were now on Leone, he huffs before continuing, “You don’t need to make a whole speech about, just say it as it is. Me and Bruno are dating.” His sentence ended there, he was really serious when he said ‘no dragging it out'.

The room was shrouded in overbearing silence, the atmosphere thick enough to cut with a knife. Everyone noticed how awkward the room was, Bruno was practically shaking and Leone looked like he was watching his entire life go by in a flash. It was one of those moments where time passed way too slow, Narancia and Gudio would both describe it as ‘like the last two minutes of class’.

A shrill squeak sounded throughout the room, “WAIT, REALLY?”It was Trish. She used a happy tone, which eased the two older men's nerves.

But, Trish started something that couldn’t be stopped. An eruption of positive affirmations.

“I’m so happy for you guys” “congratulations” “I’m not surprised” “That’s amazing” “I’m so proud of you.”

Through events that I don’t consent to, I ended up squeezed into a hug with all seven of us. I love my friends, but this was too much.

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(Trish Pov)

Haruno and I had been dating for just over a month now and in return so have Leone and Bruno. Things were going well for both of us. I had talked with Bruno the last time I was at his house, we agreed that it felt like we had been dating our boyfriends for much longer, but we chalked it up to living with the other for quite a while. 

Haruno got home early on Friday nights and every time insisted that he cooked dinner. I didn’t mind, it let me relax on the sofa or sometimes I would sit on the kitchen counter to keep Haruno company. But it was relatively silent except for the sizzling of a pan from the kitchen. 

I stretched my body over the side of the couch, not wanting to get up. Opening the cabinet that was filled to the brim with records, most of them were Harunos but a few of them were mine.

“Do you mind if I put on a record?” I called towards the kitchen. 

Haruno’s face peeked out from the kitchen, “Not at all, go ahead.”

I continued to rummage through the cabinet before I found a record I wanted to listen to. I placed the record on and hit play. 

It was pop like most of my music was. When we would play music, Haruno and I would take turns, switching from my pop music to his easy rock. I wasn’t a fan of easy rock, and I can’t imagine Haruno was a fan of pop or anything of the sorts. But we still listened to each other’s music, if nothing but to make the other happy. 

The stove was turned off and there was some rattling of plates and cutlery as Haruno served the food. “Dinner is ready,” he called, holding two plates in his hands. 

Haruno would still cook Japanese dishes from when he used to live there. These Dishes always turned out better than him trying to cook Italian dishes. This time it was sweet and spicy tofu, it had vegetables and rice to go along with it. Haruno knew it was one of my favourites. 

We started to eat until something came to my mind. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I said, grabbing my phone. “Guido had a question in the group chat, do you wanna answer?” 

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I? He’s just gonna keep bugging me about it until I answer,” Haruno stated. It was the truth, that man would not rest until he got his answer. I laughed a little. 

“Alright, so the question was ‘If you could switch bodies with anyone in the group chat, who would you switch with?’” Haruno frowned his eyebrows to think for a second. So, I’ll tell him my answer first. 

“I said ‘I wouldn’t switch with anyone.’ Why would I want to switch bodies with a man, that’s gross. Not that any of you guys are gross, just the thought of being a man is gross, you know.” 

(Giornos pov) 

The question for some reason racked my brain, I knew the answer. If I could switch bodies with anyone it would be Trish, so why can’t I say it. 

Trish said her answer first, “I said ‘I wouldn’t switch with anyone.’ Why would I want to switch bodies with a man, that’s gross. Not that any of you guys are gross, just the thought of being a man is gross, you know.” 

Of course I know. Why would anyone want to be a man, she was the lucky one to be born as a girl. But I had to be a boy. Yes, men are handsome, nice, and gentlemanly. But why would anyone want to be a man? Trish said it herself. 

I pull myself out of my thoughts to answer honestly. I lower my voice, “I think I would switch bodies with you, Trish.”

“Huh, really? Don’t try to flatter me. You could’ve said someone like Guido, then you’d be tall and muscular,” Trish responded like I wasn’t supposed to say ‘her. 

“Why would I pick Guido if I could pick you. You’re so beautiful who wouldn’t want to look like you? You said it yourself ‘the thought of being a guy is gross.’” 

“What?” was all she could get out before I started talking again. 

“You’re just so pretty. Who wouldn’t want to look like you, look like a girl? I wish I had what you had, long hair, makeup, dresses. Soft features, high pitched voice, perfect figure. Soft skin and curves. You’ve heard it all before, haven’t you? I bet every guy tells you he wishes to look like you.” 

“Haruno?” Trish asked with concern, she almost looked scared. “That is not something every guy thinks, Haruno,” she said slowly and delicately. 

I was concerned now, why did I think this if others didn’t. Was something wrong with me? 

“Haruno, are you trans?” Trish asked a question, I don’t understand the meaning of it. 

“Am I what?” I ask out of confusion 

“Trans,” she said again but getting that I didn’t understand the word, elaborated. “Do you want to be a girl?” 

I thought for a moment, “Of course I Want to be a girl. But I can’t, I’m a boy.” 

She explained further, “there are people who identify as a different gender than they were born as it’s called being transgender. So, you can be a girl, if you wanted to.” 

“I do want to.” 

“Then that settles it,” Trish said enthusiastically as she got up from her seat to pull me out of mine and into a hug. “You’re going to be my girlfriend.” 

I was happy until something hit me, “But Trish you don’t like girls?” 

“Huh, what do you mean? I love women, I literally never stop talking about women,” Trish said sharply. She continued, “and now I’ll never stop talking about my amazing girlfriend.” 

I couldn’t help but blush, it felt amazing. Girlfriend, I really liked the way it sounded. I didn’t want anything to disrupt this, no bad thoughts. I finally had a word for what I was feeling, I was a woman, I had my girlfriend. Nothing was going to ruin this. 

A few days had passed, and Trish tried to use she/her pronouns whenever she could. We had talked more about things I wanted and we decided to start with a new name - I also want to grow my hair out, but that’s more long-term because hair doesn’t grow that fast. 

I had always liked the name Giorno, but I always thought it might be something I would name my kid one day. Trish laughed at me at first, saying it sounded like my last name, Giovanna. Then said I could use Giogio as a nickname, but laughed at me again because it reminded her of Jojo Siwa. She did really like the name though and used it when she could. It all felt so right. 

But there was a catch, I had to tell people. My friends, my coworkers, my dad. Even just random people who get it wrong, this is a nightmare. 

I decided my friends should be the easiest to tell. So, when we find ourselves all at Bruno’s place again - always referred to as Bruno’s place despite Leone living here too. It was showtime. 

The night had started off like normal. Narancia had gotten 72% on his latest test, the best so far. He even got a congratulations from Fugo, we were all proud of him. Trish and Leone ended up talking about makeup. I listened in on the conversation, I knew next to nothing about makeup. But Trish offered to help me pick out clothes and makeup, she said she would take me out for a whole shopping spree after her new single released. 

It had quieted down a little, everyone had been there for just over half an hour now. Trish had nudged my shoulder and when I looked back at her she raised her eyebrows knowingly. I pulled in a particularly heavy breath and let it out quickly. 

Trish led my head down so she could whisper in my ear. “Don’t force yourself to do this if you're not ready, you can take all the time you need,” her voice was gentle and soothing. 

“No, I’m alright,” I said hushed, but not whispered in her ear. She gave a curt nod in agreement. 

But the more I sat there the more I started to have second thoughts. I need to stop worrying, I know my friends, they’re very accepting people. They accepted Bruno and Leone for being gay, I think they would accept me too. 

Alright, I’m doing this. No backing out. 

“Excuse me, may I say something,” I said meekly. Bruno turned his head towards me. “Of course, what is it,” He said softly, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. Leone and Fugo held similar concerns, though kept silent to let me speak. Trish knew what was coming and the excitement showed vividly on her face. 

However, there were two who were not paying attention. Guido and Narancia kept up with their shenanigans and playful fighting, Narancias knee was on Guido’s thigh, their hands were interlocked above their heads and Narancia pushed with all his might but Guido didn’t move an inch. Guido only pushed a little, sure that if he used full force Narancia would end up with his butt on the ground. 

It was silent and awkward as everyone watched them, waiting for the two to realize something was up. But they never did. 

Fugo stepped in and called their names, “Guido, Narancia.” They paid no attention to Fugo and continued. Narancia spoke to Guido instead, insisting he was stronger, which was met by a sly grin from Guido.

Bruno was getting impatient, “Narancia Ghirga and Guido Mista, stop that this instant. Can you at least try and act like adults for a second and listen.” The two boys went silent and froze, the colour drained from their face till they were as white as fresh snow. 

“What do you have to say for yourselves?” he asked them. 

They put their heads down and apologized, “sorry Bruno.” 

While he did appreciate the sentiment, it wasn’t what he was looking for. “Don’t apologize to me. It was Haruno you so rudely weren’t paying attention to, so maybe you should apologize to him,” he scolded them like a teacher to their students. 

“Sorry,” they said again, but this time it was directed at me. 

“Thank you,” Bruno said, “My apologies, you can continue now,” 

“Well, I have something I need to tell you guys. It’s nothing bad or anything of the sorts, It’s simply something I need you guys to know-” I started but I was interrupted by Narancia. 

“You’re secretly a woman disguised as a man. Ha, I knew it, there was always a feminine charm to you, Haru,” Narancia joked, though it was less of a joke than he would think. 

Everyone paused in shock, though for a much different reason than me and Trish. 

(narancias pov) 

Everyone looked at me like I had just said I killed someone. 

“What?” I say with salt in my voice. “It was getting too serious, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” 

I could hear the start of a laugh trying to be suppressed until it finally bursted into snorts and cackles. It was Trish, she held her hands over her mouth and laughed hysterically. I really didn’t think the joke was that funny, but I’m happy it made her laugh. 

Leone spoke amongst Trish’s laughter, “That wasn’t even funny, why are you laughing?” 

“You’re right,” Trish wheezed, “It was hilarious.” Trish continued to laugh and attempted to stop. 

There was another noise amongst Trish’s boisterous laugh. It was soft and quiet, but it was there. A small giggle, from Haruno. 

Haruno Giovanna was laughing. I’ve never heard him laugh before. It was sweetly pitched, like the call of a morning dove. 

Now I was frozen in place, Trish laughed all the time and it was beautiful, her widespread smile and unmistakable voice. But Haru almost never smiled let alone laugh. I think the others noticed too they were now looking at him, giving me glances as well. 

“Was what I said really that funny?” I questioned. 

Haruno’s giggle died down till he was able to speak, “It was more so in the context that you said it in that made it funny. Because well… you're almost right.” 

“-Huh?” 

“-What?” Fugo and I spoke at the same time. Everyone was now giving Haruno side glances. Was he actually a girl?

“Well, you see, I am a girl. A trans girl to be exact. I would really like it if you would respect me as a girl now and use she/her pronouns for me,” Haruno said, the sentence sounded rehearsed, it probably was. 

There was silence. Haruno was practically shaking.

“Seriously? Congratulations, I’m proud of you!” Guido was the first to break it and jumped to pull Haruno into a tight hug. 

“Did you think we wouldn’t accept you, dear?” Bruno said with a soft encouraging smile. 

“WAIT, so I was right?” I say in amazement. “I was also going thinking about making a joke about Trish being a lesbian.” 

Leone hummed thoughtfully, “Ya, are you two still together?” 

“Of course we're still together,” Trish pointed a judging finger at him, then pointed it towards me. “And I don’t like labels, but if you're asking if I like women, the answer’s yes.” 

“Dude, you could be like a mind reader,” Guido said, still holding on to Haruno. 

I gasped, “Fugo, I bet I can read your mind-“

“-Please don’t” Fugo whined. 

“-you’re going to ask if she’s going to change her name,” I said, placing a hand on Fugo’s forehead and a hand on mine. 

Fugo furrowed his eyebrows “... Fuck off,” he then turned to Haruno, “are you?” 

She turned her head from Bruno to Fugo, “Ah, yes, I am planning on changing it. I’ve been using the name Giorno for the moment.” 

Everyone erupted into chatter with no coherent order, complementing the new name. It was a nice name, I liked it. 

Trish had mentioned that she now had another girl in the group to hang out with. Even though nothing was going to change, because they both acted like two teenage girls when together anyway. 

Well, whatever, I’m proud of her. I think she’s a really pretty girl. 

(fugos pov)

Everyone had started to settle down, Narancia and Guido wouldn’t stop talking about his stupid “mind-reading”. Narancia had asked to read my mind again, but Guido had begged him not to - because that would have made it four times and three was a safer number. They’re both idiots, why do I like them? 

Giorno continued to smile, every time someone would say her name it got limitlessly brighter. I loved her smile, she was so pretty, I wish she could smile and laugh all the time. I look away before my staring gets creepy. 

It’s comforting knowing she feels the same as me, But Giorno always seemed much more put together than I am. Or, is this weird that we’re both-. Is it going to look like I’m copying her? I didn’t even know she was trans up until today. But this provides an in on my behalf to tell them, I would have to do it eventually. 

I straightened my back and began speaking, “I don’t mean to take the spotlight away from Giorno. And I’m not trying to be an attention hog, but I also have something I would like to say.” 

Narancia gasped and I knew I was in for it, “You have… a… crush on Giorno, I get it she’s pretty. But she already had a girlfriend, so you’re out of luck, Fugo.” 

He’s right, again. But I can’t say that. Narancia was then berated with my insisting that I didn’t have a crush on Giorno and Guido getting mad at him for “mind reading” a fourth time. 

“Fugo,” Bruno interrupted, “you can say whatever you need to say.” I nearly forgot, but I was instantly put back into my panicked worried state. 

Fuck, ok. Calm down Pannacotta, you got this. “Right,” I started, taking a breath. “It’s on a similar topic, so it only makes sense to say it now.” Leones face twisted in a judging manner or was it just my nerves getting to me. 

My hands shook and scrambled, trying to calm myself down. Nevertheless, I continued, “I was going to tell you anyway. But, I, uh…” my eyes scan the room once more and I swallow a lump in my throat. I was a stuttering, stumbling mess, my words were getting caught in my mouth. 

I paused and took a breath, I closed my eyes.

“I am the same as Giorno, I am also a-” I was cut off by someone, unexpectedly it was Giorno

“Seriously!” she said very loudly by her standards. She had nearly tipped over the low table in the middle of the room to get over to me. She brought her face close to mine and I had to take a step back to properly see her, but she was still really close to me. 

“Are you really a girl, just like me?” Giorno seemed happy, really happy. All I could do was stare and nod, I was lost in her features. Her eyes, her hair, her jawline, her… lips. God, Trish was lucky. Her lips looked soft and the top lip was a little more plush than the bottom. They were pink in colour to match her skin, the colour of a rosa petal. I could just lean down and-

‘NO, Pannacotta stop that. She has a girlfriend and all your friends are here. Why am I such an idiot?’

Everyone had the same reaction that they did with Giorno. Narancia said “that’s cool, dude” and then debated with Guido whether `dude and bro’ can be terms used for women. 

“I’m just gonna say it,” Leone grumble. “Does anyone else want to come out?” 

Narancia raised his hand, “I’m bisexual.” 

“Is Guido really the only straight one?” He asked the room. But he ended up looking in Guido's direction anyway. Guido’s eyes didn’t meet Leones and he turned his head away, almost in shame. “...Well,” his voice rose a pitch and the ‘L’ was dragged out. 

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Leone got up from his seat all in a joking manner. “I’m taking [moody blues] and leaving.” He walked over to the tank that held the large yellow snake. Moody travelled up his arm and rested on his shoulders. 

Trish almost screamed, “please don’t, you know I’m scared of that thing.” Trish had latched herself on to Bruno, her face shoved into his shoulder 

“She’s not a ‘Thing’, she’s a snake,” Leone scowled, “and she's not scary!” 

“Well,” I chimed in. “Many people would find her scary, she isn’t exactly your average pet.” 

Leone looks at me with a sour sneer, “says the one with a goddamn tarantula.” 

“I never said that [Purple Haze] wasn’t scary or normal. I just said that Some people might find Moody scary.” 

“To be fair,” Bruno said, still holding onto Trish “Trish is scared of everyone’s pet, aside from [Spice Girl] and [Sticky Fingers].” 

“Hey,” Trish shouted in offence. By all means, it was true. She practically screams every time she comes over to my house and makes me check Haze’s tank for places she could escape. You can see what happens when Leone takes Moody out. She said that [Aero Smith] (Narancia’s macaw) was pretty but loud and therefore didn’t like him. She hates Guido’s rats (known as the [Sex Pistols]), but that was apparent from the first time she saw them. She had begged us not to tell Giorno that she thought [Gold experience] was gross. And of course, she liked her own cat. 

The only one she didn’t mind was [Sticky Fingurs], the elderly dalmatian was usually sleeping most of the time, but would sometimes bark at something outside or beg for food - which was almost always given to him. He was a gentle dog, who laid on the floor between me and Narancia, we took turns petting him. It was easy to see how Sticky was her favourite. 

“Wait, I have a question,” Narancia turned to me. “Are you going to change your name too? Because I don’t wanna continue calling you something you don’t want to be called.” 

Right, I just came out. 

“Not exactly, I would rather you just call me by my first name now. To be honest, the reason I didn’t go by my first name is kind of stupid. I thought it sounded feminine, so I didn’t use it. And then when I realized I was trans I didn’t want to bother people with changing it when they’ve known me only by my last name. Not that my last name now bothers me, you can still call me Fugo if you want. You just have the right to call me Pannacotta.” 

“Alright, Pannacotta,” Guido said sweetly. He grinned when he said my name. 

‘Fuck, this is why I was putting it off. I knew I would get flustered. The way he said it was so… agh’ 

“Or how about a nickname, like Panna,” Narancia said.

‘Panna?’

Bruno gasped, “I like Panna, sounds vary cute.”

‘Cute?’

“Oh, what about something like… Panni” Giorno exclaimed.

‘Panni?’

Trish hummed, “that sounds more lovey-dovey, we should leave that one for her future partner.”

‘Future partner?’ 

Giorno whined, “but I love Panni, I wanna use that one for a nickname.” 

‘Love?’

At this point, all my blood had rushed right to my face and my body curled in on itself out of embarrassment. 

“I think you killed her,” Leone said coyly. “Are you alright… Panni.” 

‘He was doing this just to get to me’ 

“Shut up.” 

It had been just over a week, Trish has gotten her new single out and keeps bragging about this one being her big hit. It Was a good song and her voice was so beautiful. But I digress. She had told Giorno that they would go shopping once it came out. She had also invited me, which I was grateful for, but I didn’t want to be a third wheel on their date. After both Giorno and her practically begged me to go with them, I couldn’t say no.

So, here we were the mall. I drove because Trish can’t drive and Giorno's just bad at it. I didn’t particularly like the mall, too many people. Rowdy kids, sassy teens, tired adults, Karens. And I like my clothes, there’s nothing wrong with them. But I know it’ll make them happy if I come with them, and I don’t technically have to buy anything.

“Alright, I won’t buy anything today, this is all about you two,” Trish said as we walked to the entrance. 

“Like that would ever happen, you know you’re going to buy something,” Giorno retorted. They teased and poked fun at each other, I knew I was just going to be a third wheel. 

We had walked around the mall going into different shops for about an hour now. Even though I said I wasn’t going to buy anything, I did get some stuff. But in my defence Trish also bought stuff. 

We were all carrying at least one bag, as we continued to walk through the mall. Giorno stopped in her tracks to look at something, she turned to face Trish. 

“Trish,” Giorno said sweetly like she wanted something. I followed where she was looking. A boba shop. She looked at it again, then back to Trish, “Can we?” 

Trish smirked, “you know me too well.” Trish put her arm around Giorno's waist and kissed her cheek. Again, I was just going to be a third wheel. 

“What about you? Do you want boba, Panna?” 

I almost panicked, I didn’t think they would ask. I stumbled over my words, “I, uh, I’ve never had boba before.” 

“What,” Trish screamed. “How have I never taken you on a boba date. I even took Leone on a boba date. You're trying boba, you’re going to love it.” 

Why did she call it a date? Wait, does this count as a date? A friend date, get that into your hard Panna. It’s a friend date. 

Giorno looked between Trish and me. “You don’t have to have any if you don’t want to,” Giorno said to me. 

“No no, I’ll have some. I’ve heard it’s good,” puls I know Trish and Giorno love that stuff. 

Giorno got a chocolate flavoured one - which is very like her, she likes anything chocolate-flavoured. Trish had gotten honeydew, she went on a whole tangent about it being the best one while they were being made. It took me a while to decide, but I like everything strawberry, so strawberry boba can’t be that bad. 

“Can we go sit down, my feet hurt,” Trish complained, rolling around her ankle. 

“That’s because you're wearing heels. You knew we were going to be walking around, why didn’t you wear something more comfortable?” I point out. But nonetheless, we were already heading to one of the tables at the food court. 

“I still have to look good,” she retorted and finished the conversation there. We sat down at one of the round tables evenly spaced between each other. Trish sat with her legs sticking out the side and touching my chair with the tip of her shoes. 

She let Giorno have a sip of her drink and the other way around. They shared the indirect kiss and then an actual kiss, some of Trish’s lip gloss stayed on Giorno’s lips, she rubbed her lips together to spread out the exchanged gloss. 

“Panna, you need to try some of mine,” Trish said, holding the drink out to me. 

Giorno held out hers too, “you can try mine too.” 

“Oh, thank you. Here you can take a sip of mine if you want,” I offer. We had all taken a sip of each other's boba, I liked Trish’s more than Giorno’s, but I can see why Giorno would like it. 

“It was like an indirect kiss,” Giorno giggled. 

‘Oh no not this again

“Oh my Gods, Panna. You kissed us,” Trish’s voice was lightly lined with sarcasm. 

Giorno giggled trying to stay composed, “Panni, how dare you kiss my girlfriend.” Giorno put a hand on her cheat to make it more dramatic. 

‘Fucking hell’ 

‘I should have just stayed home.’

Chapter Text

(Mistas POV)

If you told me as a teenager that I would have two girls at my house, without any parental supervision. I would freak out. And now here I am, 22, and I’m still freaking out. I know it’s just Trish and Giorno, but still. Why did they have to be so attractive? In every sense of the word, physically, emotionally, mentally. They're gorgeous. 

Trish was sitting close to Giorno since most of the sex pistols were out of the cage - all except for numbers 1 and 7 who stayed in the caged, though it was open and they could come out whenever they pleased. Numbers 3 and 6 played with each other on the carpet, rolling around and roughhousing, but not actually hurting each other. Number 2 was on my shoulder nibbling on one of the curls in my hair, and number 5 slept in the front pocket of my overalls - he was the smallest out of the 6 and could fit inside the pocket. 

There was a buzz of someone’s phone and Trish lifted the screen to her face. “Hold on,” she said, getting up. “It’s my manager.” She walked into the hallway and picked up the phone, placing it near her ear. 

Giorno continued to talk despite Trish’s absence. I wasn’t necessarily paying attention to what she was saying, but I knew she was saying something. 

“Hey, Giorno.” 

Her face dropped to disappointment, “it’s rude to interrupt people, Guido.” 

I didn’t like this look on her. She looked scary. Before she was content, not smiling, but content. You could tell, her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were brighter. But she was very clearly upset now, it was the exact opposite of her expression before. 

“Sorry about that. I just wanted to ask you something,” I say. She nods for me to continue. “How the hell did you get a girlfriend? I've been trying for years and the longest relationship I’ve been in was 6 months. Share your wisdom with me, Giorno.” 

“Trish and I haven’t even been dating for 2 months, so I’m not sure why you’re asking for my advice,” she questioned. Looking away with furrowed brows to think. 

“I know, but you can just tell when a relationship will last a long time,” 

“Oh, well thank you,” Giorno said unsure. “And what did you mean by ‘how did I get a girlfriend’, do you think I’m not girlfriend mitral?” 

“What! No no, that’s not what I meant,” I frantically wave my hands. “You’re perfect girlfriend mitral, that’s how you got someone like Trish. You’re amazing, if you weren’t dating Trish I asked you out, no questions asked. Or maybe I’d ask Trish out? Whatever, I would totally date you Giogio.” I rambled on, not even noticing what I was saying until it was already out of my mouth. Giorno stared at me blankly, not saying anything.

Trish had walked back out of the hallway, “I’m sorry. My manager just called me in for a shift, so I have to get going.” Trish seemed out of place in the awkward atmosphere, but she didn’t seem to notice. Giorno had to drive her, so she got up as well. Her expression was unreadable, a mixture of sorrow, anger, and unease that didn’t work with Giorno’s face. It shifted and contorted till it didn’t even look like her anymore and she was unrecognizable. Trish hugged me goodbye, but Giorno and I just stood still and silent. And like that, they walked out the door. 

My head meets the wall, not hard enough to dent it but enough for it to hurt. I don’t know why I thought this would make me feel better. 

“Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me.” 

(Bruno's POV) 

Trish and Giorno were over at my place, leone wasn’t home because he had gotten caught up at work, but would arrive later. And Narancias' car had broken down, so he needed a lift from school. Panna was coming to pick him up later in the evening. 

It was just a casual get-together with nothing planned or scheduled. But something was off, with Trish and Giorno in particular. Narancia paid no mind to it or at least pretended not to notice the shift with them. Trish and Giorno weren’t acting like they usually would with each other. Normally those two would be attached at the hip, but today they barely spoke a word to each other and Giorno was more involved with what Narancia was saying. Whenever Narancia would switch to talk with Trish, Gio would completely back out of the conversation instead of talking with both of them. Something was seriously wrong. 

I’m not going to bring it up now, I don’t want to embarrass them or make things worse than they already are. I hate seeing them fighting like this. I hope me and Leone never fight. 

Or is that just wishful thinking. 

Trish and Giorno left before Narancia, so I never got a chance to ask. I’ll call them later tonight. 

Trish and I had barely spoken since that day. Was telling her what Guido had said that day the right thing to do, or was I in the wrong here. But if I didn’t tell her, I would be lying and I don’t want to lie to anyone, let alone her. 

And let me set this straight, who wouldn’t like Guido. He’s handsome and funny, while odd at times, there was something charming about it. He knows when jokes have gone too far, just isn’t necessarily the best at reading a room. The way his pupils swelled up when looking at his favourite food, or the way his nose crinkled when he laughed - the same way Trish’s does. He also gave amazing hugs. 

I would never leave Trish for Guido, never, as long as I live. All I wanted was to be open and truthful, I thought that’s how good relationships worked. I didn’t want it to crash and burn like my parents did. I love Trish, I really do and I don’t want to lose her over something I’d never act on. 

But what was I supposed to do, am I in the wrong here?

I sat on the bed with Leone and called Giorno first. It rang, then again, and again but there was no answer and the call clicked off. It was odd of her not to answer, but maybe she didn’t have her phone on her, she wasn’t as attached to it as Trish was. 

The phone buzzed again but from a text this time. 

Giorno 
‘Sorry, I’m a little busy right now, we can talk later’ 

It was plain and simple, but Giorno hated texting. She says that she likes to hear the other person, it was more engaging for her than just texting. At least once everyone has called Giorno only to have her say she’ll call us back. 

I sent a quick reply then phoned Trish. The phone rang, but this time it was picked up. 

“Hello?” Trish said from the other end, she sounded tired. 

“Hi Trish, I wanted to ask you something, is that alright?” I say lightly. 

There was a sigh then a grumble, “If it’s about Giorno I don’t wanna hear it. Go ask Guido or something…” her voice cut out and the call ended. 

I felt like crying, I didn’t want them to fight like this. But I didn’t want to intrude. 

There was a hand at my side. Leone rubbed small circles on the lower part of my back and sat down next to me so our thighs were touching. 

“Bruno?” He said quietly. “They’re mature adults, they can solve their own problems. All you need to do is be there for them.” 

I nod in understanding, “I know.” 

(Mista POV)

It had been a while since I talked to someone aside from Narancia, he was the only one who was still talking with me. I haven’t gotten so much as a text from any of them, all the news I’m getting is from Narancia. I get why Giorno and Trish aren’t talking to me, after what I did and Narancia said that Pannacotta had to pick up the slack at work. They came out at work, but two of their workers quit, an older man from HR and a young man in the accounting department - which was already short-staffed. It left Pannacotta and Giorno pretty busy. And I’m just guessing that one of them - either Trish or Giorno, had spoken to Leone and Bruno. 

I really wanted to believe that I wasn’t the reason for it all. But who was I kidding? Myself? 

Of all the times I could have opened my big mouth, it had to have been then. I’m gonna have to quit my job and move city’s, maybe to the east coast? It’s nice over there. 

I can’t be there for anyone’s birthday anymore - Leone was next in line, his 25th birthday. I can’t be there to see Narancia and Pannacotta get together, I can’t be there to make stupid jokes anymore. I can’t be there to see Narancia graduate or watch Trish become a star. I can’t be there to watch them get married, I can’t be the best man. I can’t be known as the weird uncle when one of them has kids. 

My life was thrown down the drain. I put a pillow to my face to quiet myself down. I should be glad I don’t wear makeup or this pillow would be ruined. 

The school bell rang and I jumped out of my seat to walk home - or rather to Pannacotta’s house. I knew she was home today, she was still doing work, just not in the office. 

Someone I knew from my language class walked with me, I didn’t know him that much but enough that it wasn’t awkward for us to walk partway home with each other. He turned down a side street and he waved goodbye. I picked up speed practically sprinting the rest of the way to her house. I didn’t want to wait to show her, I had a surprise.

(Fugos POV)

I was in my office - the one I have at my house when I heard a frantic knock at my door. I thought someone might have been in trouble, so I scurried to get the door open. But it was only Narancia, face red and panting like he had just done a 5km run. He was all sweaty too, gross. 

“Are you alright?” I asked, letting him inside, “Why does it look like you ran all the way here?” 

Narancia took a deep breath in, “Because I did.” He put his backpack down and pulled out a piece of paper, hiding it behind his back. I handed him a glass of water, he took one small sip then put it down. If he were to die, it would be from dehydration. 

But Narancia’s face dropped, he looked embarrassed. “Uh… so you know that math test I had the other day,” he said, looking down, fiddling with the paper behind his back. 

“Narancia? What did you do?” I asked, with a harsh tone to my voice, much deeper than I intended. I softened my voice and asked again, “What did you do? It was the trigonometry test, was it not?” I asked for confirmation. I dreadfully reserved a slow, painful nod. “What happened? You were doing so well on the unit. You said you understood it, I saw that you understood it. What happened?” I was almost sad at this point, more mad at my failure to help him and teach him right, than being mad at Narancia himself. The pure sad disappointment was all I could feel right now. 

There was a noise, at first I thought it was a sorrow-filled whine. But it squeaked, bounded, and jittered. It was a laugh, more so a snicker. When I looked up, Narancia had a grin bigger than the Cheshire cats spread across his face. “I was only joking,” he smiled brightly. 

I groan at my own gullibility, “Naraaa, you scared me. Don’t do that ever again.” 

He chuckled and held the paper up in front of my face, much too close for me to see. I grab his wrists to push them back. In the corner of the paper in bright red ink was a large 89%. My brain nearly stopped, surely this wasn’t Narancia’s. But in the other corner, in Narancia’s messy handwriting was his name.

“Narancia, that’s incredible.” Narancia, in all the excitement, lunged toward me for a hug, our chests crashed together and he nearly knocked me over. I continued to talk once I got back my footing, “What did I tell you? If you really try, you’re actually really smart.” My voice was soft and I held my hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. 

Narancia blabbered on about how smart he was, boosting his own ego. He told me something about telling the others, I was the first he told I assume. I was so proud of him, I’m happier than when I would get one-hundreds on my tests. 

Narancia was clearly happy, he smiled with his mouth open as he talked, never dropping it once. His nose crinkled up like it usually did and the muscles in his cheeks tightened and became more prominent. I was close enough to him to see the freckles on his face that blended in with his skin tone. I almost laughed, there was a freckle on his lower lip. Everything seemed to work in slow motion, the movement of Narancia’s lips, the sensual blink of his eyes that painted his eyelashes like dark curtains revealing the main piece of his bright violet eyes. The way his hair moved in and out of his face as he expressively moved his head…everything. 

“... Panna, Panna are you listening to me?” Narancia’s voice came flooding back to me.

My mind rushed with thoughts, but at the same time was completely empty. I was rapidly thinking, but none of them actually registered in my brain. I acted on the first coherent thought and let my body take control, leaving my conscience and rational thinking behind. 

My right hand moved to the back of his neck and the other stayed firm on his shoulder. The right tangled with the thick strands of black hair that came down his nape, it was kinda greasy and glittery, why was there glitter in his hair? I had no time to think about that before my body moved again. My face was close to his for a split second, I could feel the air leave his nose and hit my face. But he stopped breathing all together when our lips touched. 

When I regained consciousness my lips were on his. 

I was taken over by joy and pure pride my body couldn’t contain. It all came rushing out in any outlet it could find. 

And that outlet was kissing Narancia. 

—> to be continued. 

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“And that outlet was kissing Narancia.”

(Fugos POV)

We stared at each other, our eyes blown wide in shock. By now I had let go of his shoulders, he could run away if he wanted, but he stayed put. Either he didn’t want to go or he was too startled to move. Narancias eyes came back into focus as he took it all in, he looked down almost as if to look at his lips. 

I realized I hadn’t said anything since the kiss and scrambled to find something to say. 

“Narancia, I-” I started but was cut off by Narancia. 

“Did you just kiss me?” He asked, touching his lip with his pointer finger. Narancia was in a daze, he wasn’t paying attention to anything, aside from the fact that just kissed him. I can admit, my consciousness was lacking but at least I could listen when he spoke, instead of interrupting. 

I continued what I was going to say, “Narancia, I didn’t mean to do that, I am so sorry, I’m such an idiot.” 

“Did you just kiss me?!” Narancia says louder this time. Was he looking for a yes or no answer or was the question rhetorical? I went with option one. 

“I did,” I say meekly, “I don’t know what came over me. Please forget this ever happened, we never have to speak of this again.”

By now the math paper had been dropped to the floor and forgotten. The front of the page faced the ground, leaving the blank back exposed. Or what should have been a blank back, written on the paper was a cheesy heart with two initials in it. N.G: Narancia Ghirga and P.F, Those weren’t Guido’s initials, nowhere close. In fact, those were my initials.

“Do you like me?” Narancia says, pulling my thoughts back to him. I do like him, but he likes Guido. I can’t lie to him, he’s my best friend. Narancia continued to speak, “Because I Like you, I really do. So, tell me If that kiss was real.” His eyes begged and pleaded for me to say yes, even though his body was completely calm. My mind was jumbled, he said he liked Guido, was that a lie? 

“I do like you.” 

“Really!” Narancia's eyes light up with joy. He jumped at me, wrapping me into another hug. Narancia squeezed so tight I thought my body was going to burst. “Be my girlfriend?” He said quickly, it sounded more like a demand rather than a question. 

Of course, I agreed. The guy I had been crushing on just asked me to be his girlfriend after I accidentally kissed him. So, I guess this was a good kind of accident. 

Afterwards, he called up some of his friends for school so he could brag about me. I didn’t think I was anything to brag about, but it felt nice.

(Trishs POV)

Her door was locked like it usually was nowadays. The pink-haired girl inside with her cat. I had been trying to build up the courage to talk to her about the fighting. I realized it was pointless, there was no reason for it, we both like Guido and we both like each other and we said that we would never leave each other. So, why were we fighting? 

My knuckles lightly hit her door and I waited for a response. There was some shuffling around her room, then she spoke, “What do you want?” Trish didn’t sound angry, she sounded sad. Her voice was closer, she was right next to the door. 

Every time I talked to her I felt sad, I didn’t want to feel that anymore. I was tired of it, tired of the silent meals, tired of not getting kisses, tired of not hearing her voice and laugh. I wanted things to go back to normal, I wanted my girlfriend back. “Can I come in?” I ask. Trish wordlessly opened the door and it squeaked, we really need to get that fixed. Trish’s face was cold and icy as she looked at me, which I fully expected. 

“Why are we fighting?, I ask simply, “There's no reason for it and we both know that. So what if I like Guido, so what if you like Guido. That doesn’t stop me from loving you or wanting to be with you, I would never leave you. I just happen to like Guido too.” 

Trish looked like she was about to cry, her face tightened and she couldn’t hold back a frown, her eyes shut and she let out a whimper and began to sob. Trish placed her head on my shoulder and apologizes profusely through her cries. We stayed like that for a while before moving to sit on her bed, Trish and I still intertwined with each other. I was propped up on her headboard and a pillow, she rested her head against my chest. 

“I know I shouldn’t have ignored you, but I didn’t know what else to do. I thought you were Going to leave me, so I distanced myself so it would hurt less. I know you said you wouldn’t break up with me and don’t take it the wrong way, I believe you. I just let my fears get the best of me,” Trish spoke quietly, her jaw moving against my body, it felt quite strange. I let her speak, every once in a while reminding her that I was still listening. She chuckled, “I can hear your heart beating.” I could feel her smiling. 

She continued on to a different topic after getting distracted by the beating in my chest. “Do you ever just wish things could just work out, even if it’s not possible. I’m just saying, I wish I could date you and Guido. Date all of you, Narancia, Bruno, Pannacotta, Leone. Then I wouldn’t have to choose, I could just date whoever I want.” 

There was silence, a long moment of silence. Trish looked up at me and I looked down at her. We were both thinking, deep in our minds the gears were turning. Until something clicked. 

“Who's stopping us from doing that?”

(Narancias POV)

It was later at night, the sun had set hours ago and the air had cooled down. I was at Panna’s place sitting in her bed. Her bed was firm but still comfortable, she says it’s good for her back. My head rested against the pillow on the left side, my phone in my hand. Pannacotta sat up straight with her computer in her lap going through emails, every once in a while her hands would dance across the keyboard and type out a response. 

My phone buzzed in my hand, it was the group chat with my friends from school. I didn’t look at the text, because I got an idea. I typed out my plan and sent it. 

Pannacotta hasn’t let me show my friends what she looks like. So my friends know I have a girlfriend, but they have no proof that she exists, so that makes me look like a liar. Not that they have to see what she looks like, I just want to show off how pretty my girlfriend is. 

So here’s the plan; have my friends call me on facetime and then put themselves on mute, I’ll call Panna over and then they can see her face. She’ll be super mad at me, I know. But it’s worth it. 

My phone rings. Shit, I forgot it made noise. Pannacotta turns her head away from her work to look at me. I answer the call. “Haha, sorry. I declined it, don't worry,” I lied. 

Panna cocks an eyebrow, “No you didn’t, you answered it. You're trying to show your friends what I look like.” 

My one friend unmuted his mic, “She really just called you out like that.” The other 2 unmuted their mics to laugh at me. My plan failed, miserably. Even Panna was laughing at me. 

Panna stopped laughing. “Now shut up and let me get back to work,” her voice was light-hearted like she didn’t really mean it. But she went back to work scrolling through her emails. 

“Sorry guys, no girlfriend photos for you. Maybe another time.” 

All of a sudden a pillow hit my face and Panna was giving me a death stare. I hung up the phone and she went back to work. One day my friends will see a photo of her. 

I was on the phone with Panna while I was studying for my exams. She was helping me when I needed it, but aside from that, she was in her kitchen cooking dinner. Her hair had been getting a lot longer and was tied up in a low ponytail in the back, her long bangs were pulled out of her face by a hairclip. 

“Hey Panna, I have a question?” I said through the phone. 

“What subject are you working on right now?” she asked back. 

“No no, it’s not about school.” 

She was fulling looking at me through the screen now, “This better not be something stupid.”

“It’s not, I promise.” I continue to speak, “This might sound weird and you don’t have to answer it… but how did you know you were trans?”

Panna made a sound of thinking, “I guess, I just didn’t want to be a guy, I liked the idea of being a girl much better.” that made sense, I don't know why I thought there would be something more complex about it. Pannacotta spoke again, “Is there a reason you're asking?” 

She sounded soft, she was listening very intently and she genuinely wanted to know why I was asking. Even though she might not always act like it, she cares greatly.  For her friends, for her work, for me. That’s why I like her so much. She’s stern but caring, and so pretty. Perfect girlfriend material. 

“Ya, there is a reason I’m asking,” I shy away. “I was sort of questioning. But I don’t want to be a girl. But at the same time, I don’t really feel like a guy,” It sounded more like a question. 

“So, you’re questioning being non-binary?” 

“But like can I be non-binary? I feel like I’m not allowed to. I don’t really want to change anything, I’m happy with the way I look, I like my hair and my name. I still like he/him pronouns. I just don’t feel like a guy.” I started rambling. I probably made no sense. 

“Everyone's trans experience is different. There is no one way to be trans or non-binary. It’s really about what makes you comfortable, not about what’s stereotypical for a specific type of person. For example, a man who likes stereotypically feminine things is still a man, like Leone and his makeup. So it shouldn’t really matter if you have long hair or short hair, if you changed your name or not, or what your body looks like. It’s really all up to what you want to do and not what others will think.” Damn and I thought I rambled. 

Her words hit a place in my heart. She’s right, why should I let other people tell me what I can and can’t do.  

“Ya, you're right,” I say passionately, clenching my fist for dramatization. “Non-binary, I like it. Um… can I test out they/them pronouns?” 

“Of course you can, but for now get back to work.” 

(from now on Narancia will be using he/they pronouns)

(Abbacchio POV)

 Bruno had just finished his workday, we were both in the kitchen talking about our days like we usually did. Two new people got hired at his job as a replacement for those who quit. A girl named Sheila E, who spent most of the day talking to Pannacotta and the other named Murolo. 

Something had been bugging me, not about his work. And I don’t want to be that boyfriend, but I’m jealous. I’m jealous of how he acts around the others, it’s not that he’s loving them more and not loving me. But he doesn't act any differently to me, his boyfriend, than to his friends. Now I’m not saying he should stop hanging out with them, but I feel as if I deserve some kind of boyfriend privileges. 

I don’t hate any of my friends, except for Giorno (as a joke). I guess, I don’t necessarily mind it, Brunos an affectionate man, it’s a quality I really admire in him. I just want attention from someone. 

It all brings me back to when I first met Giorno last year. I hated her, sort of. She was really close with Bruno from the very beginning, and I liked Bruno. I didn’t want my chances with him to be ruined because Giorno got to him first. It was more of a one-sided rivalry. 

I got over it. I like Giorno now, despite her being a brat. 

(Bruno’s POV)

“Ok, so I was thinking last night. If you ate human flesh, would it be good or bad?” Guido said with no shame and while we were eating nonetheless. Narancia practically choked on their food, he hit his chest to make sure he didn’t actually start choking. 

Panni put her fork down calmly, but the words that came out of her mouth were quite the opposite, “Are you serious. One, that's disgusting. Two, we are eating. And three, you are not, nor will you ever eat a human, so why are you wondering this.” 

“Honestly,” Leone started, “The things that come out of your mouth are borderline concerning.”

“Only borderline?” Giorno laughs. She and Trish were both here, they didn’t seem to be fighting anymore. Whatever it was, I'm glad they resolved it. 

“It’s not that I think you should commit cannibalism, I’m just curious on whether it would taste good.” Guido tried to justify his own disturbing question, “cause think about it. In terms of mammals, the ones that taste the best are cows, pigs, and chickens. It’s cause they don’t eat meat themselves. So, a human who eats a lot of meat wouldn’t taste good, but someone who barely or doesn’t eat meat would taste delicious.” 

Everyone stared in silence, down at their plate, then back up at Guido. 

Narancia whimpered, “I eat more fruits and vegetables than I do meat…” 

“Don’t encourage him,” Panni attempted to stop Narancia. But it was too late. 

“You’d probably taste pretty good then,” Guido got up from his chair. “Let me have a bite?” Narancia flew out of their chair but was instantly tackled to the ground by Guido. Narancia slapped his arms against Guido’s back. 

He begged, “please don’t eat me, I won’t be any good. Trish and Giorno don’t eat meat at all, they’d taste way better. Plus, Giorno’s taller than me, so she has more meat. Eat Giorno instead.” 

“WOW,” Guido exaggerated. “In a moment of danger, you would really just throw Giorno under the bus like that, to save your own ass.” 

Trish stood up, “They tried to throw me under too.” 

Everyone laughed at Narancia, who apologized to Giorno and Trish, and to Pannacotta for making a ruckus in her house. 

The rest of the dinner went over smoothly without any more talk of cannibalizing your friends. Being here with the people I love, that's how I want to spend the rest of my life. Just like this. Chaos and all. 

I was lying in bed, I was late and Leone was asleep beside me. But for some reason, I couldn’t go to sleep. My body was tired and my eyes were closed, it was my brain that wouldn’t stop working. 

Something felt wrong, but I don’t know what. Nothing was different, everyone looked the same as the last time I saw them. But I found myself noticing things that were always there. 

Pannacotta looked the same; Though she wore a headband, not for any purpose, her long curly bangs still dangled in front of her face. Her hair had been getting curlier by the day, once she started growing it out. Her fingernails were short but painted a dark pink, almost red - surely done by Trish. Nothing had changed, but somehow she seemed more mesmerizing.  

Narancia looked the same; They had been experimenting with fashion, today Narancia was trying skirts, it didn’t belong to them, who knows which one of the girls it belonged to. It was on the shorter side and revealed most of their legs, though it was nothing I hadn’t seen before. He wears shorts all the time, but today it felt different. 

Guido looked the same; He even wore his usual hat today, but Pannacotta made him take it off while he ate. His top was sleeveless, showing the well-sculpted structure of his arms and shoulders. It came down low on his chest, to the point that you could see the thick hair that grew there. I knew the build of Guido's body, I’ve seen him without a shirt. But for some reason, I was getting all hot and bothered over a tank top. 

Giorno looked the same; But she was always beautiful, ever since the day I met her and it only seems to grow. Her hair was growing as well, long and golden, pulled back in a braid, the front was curled into three ringlets. The curvatures of her face were strong and sharp, more defined by bits of gold and pink makeup. But I had seen her wear it before, yet she looked like a goddess. 

Trish looked the same; Her bright pink hair curled and styled perfectly, each piece meticulously placed to frame her face in the cutest manner. The curves of her lips were plush and pink, emphasized by whatever lipgloss she was using. Giorno and her had kissed near the end of the night. I should have given them their privacy, but I was hypnotized by the way their lips locked together. Trish smiled through the kiss, it was sweet and gentle. These were normal things she did though, so why now did it feel so different. 

And Leone was my boyfriend, he was always gorgeous. The muscles, the hair, the makeup, everything. But I didn’t feel any different to him than I do to the others and it makes me wonder if I really do love him. Or perhaps I love them all equally? 

…

…

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(Giorno POV)

It’s been about a week and a half since me and Trish made up, and after lots of talking and copious amounts of research. We found what we were looking for. 

Polyamory. This term opened up a whole new world of dating for us. We could date more than one person, it seemed so simple, but for some reason, it’s not that well known. Or it’s known but in all the wrong ways and contexts. 

It wasn’t that confusing, and it doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Trish kept getting worked up about other people’s bad experiences, but there are also a lot of people who are very happy in their relationship now. 

Jealousy seems to be the biggest problem, but how is jealousy between partners different from jealousy between friends, family or coworkers? You deal with it the same way. Talking about it is the best way to help. 

Trish and I both agreed that this is what we wanted, to have Guido with us. It gave me a wonderful fuzzy feeling when I thought of it. I have come to associate that feeling with love. I feel love when I think about Trish, when I think about Guido. I want to feel more of it. I want the silly sweet domesticated love that would make people think we're just a couple of close friends. I want my heart to erupt when they call me ridiculously stereotypical pet names, like baby, dear, or sweetheart. I want to fall asleep on the couch to cheesy romance movies that you would fake not getting invested in. I want to feel warm, entangled, soft breathing, and heartbeats. I want to hear Trish sing when I get home. I want to be the first to know what Guido is thinking. I want it all. 

We had already made up. An apology on both ours and Guido's side. Though it was a bit awkward, we tried to avoid the main topic at large, but we both understood the apology. This time around will be the proper apology with the added-on proposal. 

(Trish POV)

Me and Giorno’s nerves were through the roof, getting higher and higher the closer we got to Guido's house. He had no problem with inviting us over and Narancia was going to be out on a date. Now was a better time than ever, that doesn’t mean it makes us any less nervous. My heart physically ached, my breath was short, and my legs felt like giving out. In any other situation, I would be on my way to the hospital. This was all because I was going to ask someone out, I wasn’t even this anxious with Giorno 

Although with Giorno it wasn’t as weird of a situation, I was just a girl asking out her roommate. But now, we’re two girls proposing a polyamorous relationship with our friend. There’s a likely chance he’s never even heard of polyamory before, or even thought about the idea of it. All we can do is hope that he’ll consider the idea. 

By the time I looked up from my lap, we were already pulling onto his street. My leg bounced involuntarily, Giorno’s hands held tightly onto the steering wheel and her arms were shaking. Looks like Giorno’s nervousness wasn’t any better than mine. 

As we pulled into the driveway, we both took a deep breath, it didn’t help much. The car was left parked as we walked to the front door and knocked. You could hear “it’s unlocked”, the voice was deep, loud but slurred a little. It was Guido’s voice. ‘Of course it was Guido’s voice! He lives here, he was expecting us. God, am I really that nervous.’

Giorno’s hand fidgeted, she focused too much on her movement to the point it looked and felt unnatural. She pushed the door open. There was a small tile entryway before it led into the carpeted living room, from the doorway you could see the couch that Guido sat on. Guido’s phone was on, but he looked up to me and Giorno. As we came into the living room - it was a little messy, we noticed someone else was here. Narancia stood off to the side with Aerosmith on his arm, feeding him pieces of melon. Were they not going on their date? Or maybe they hadn’t left yet? 

Narancia noticed us when Guido got up to greet us. “Hey,” Narancia said, waving his hand with the melon in it. Narancias ‘hey’ was mimicked by Aero. Nara had to stop himself from laughing because that too would have been mimicked by Aero. 

“Narancia, weren’t you supposed to be going on a date?” I said in a teasing manner. They’re not a fan of romantic shit like Guido is, but they do love their Girlfriend. 

“Ya,” he huffed, “I just haven’t left yet.” His voice was bitter but his face was soft, they almost blushed. 

Giorno almost immediately made a B-line for Aerosmith, leaving Guido without even a ‘hello’. ‘Aren’t we supposed to be asking Guido out? We went to dinner before I actually told you I liked you and you just straight up ignored him for a bird?’ But Guido didn’t seem to mind and smiled at her speaking in the babied tone of voice. It was a little cute. Narancia fully encourages it. 

Shortly after, Pannacotta pulled into the driveway and Narancia went bolting for the door. He waved a quick goodbye, leaving no time for Guido to ask what time they would be home before he was already out the door. Outside you could see him jump into Panna’s arms, she yelled at him - I couldn’t tell what she said, but nonetheless, she held onto Narancia for a few more seconds. Pannacotta gave a wave through the window before getting into the car. I made note of the shirt she was wearing, ‘I got her that one.’

Guido huffed, “Those two always gotta make some kind of scene, It’s cute, but seriously.” His sentence cut off there as if we are meant to fill in the gaps. 

“Oh come on Guido, let them be all cheesy. I think you’re just jealous,” I tease. It seemed to work, his face turned crimson and he stuttered but no coherent words - except for ‘I’ and ‘well’, came out. In the end, he gave up and admitted he was jealous. 

(Mista POV)

I went to go take the food out of the oven and Giorno offered to help, I wasn’t going to say no to an extra set of hands, Trish just sat back - you could really only fit two people in the kitchen anyway. 

My leg brushed against Giorno’s hip and she immediately froze up like a deer in headlights. “Sorry,” she meekly apologized for no reason. Giorno sped up her task and didn’t even look at me until the food was set on the table. I wasn’t sure what I expected, of course things were going to be awkward. Shit, did she think I was trying to flirt with her? Maybe I should have invited Leone and Bruno too, but the dinner table can only fit four people and no way am I letting four people into my house. Just don’t try and make this awkward. 

Trish didn’t pick up her fork to eat but instead placed her hands on her lap. “So Guido,” she said, her voice sounded straight and professional. This couldn’t end well. “Before we eat, there's something…” she paused to look at Giorno, “we would like to tell you.” This is the part where I get my heart crushed, at least they're doing it in person. 

“But won’t the food get cold?” Giorno said calmly. 

Trish looked at her and then thought. “You’re right,” she turned her attention to me, “we eat first and then we talk.” 

“Oh no no no,” I butt in, “You’ve already gotten my nerves all worked up. I’ll just throw it back in the oven if it gets cold.” I was getting frantic, I just want this to be over with. God, I felt sick. Whether it was from nerves or the thought of losing two of my best friends, who knows, possibly both. 

Giorno giggled, “Sorry, Trish made it sound like it was something bad.” She gave the other girl a side-eye. They bickered, though it wasn’t anything serious. Going from reassuring me it wasn’t bad news, to blaming the other for making it awkward - Trish mentioned Giorno acting weird with me in the kitchen, which made Giorno flustered. These two really were the perfect match, they just fit so well together. I wish I could have what they have. 

 But I really wanted to know. “Alright,” I start, they both look at me. “So what is it you need to tell me?” Trish and Girno went quiet and got fidgety, they avoided eye contact with me but not each other. “I thought you said it wasn’t bad news?” I say, given the state they’re in, I would really think it is bad news. 

Giorno speaks up, “It’s not bad news, It’s just hard to say.” Trish nodded in agreement. 

It better not be what I think they’re saying. I turn my attention to Trish, “You better not tell me you're pregnant.” 

“OH FUCK NO,” Trish yelled, “ Why would I be pregnant? Why would you think that? Do you think I look pregnant? Are you calling me fat?” My plan didn’t quite work out the way I wanted, but she wasn’t as uptight anymore. But it really did sound like she was trying to tell me she was pregnant, or she was trying to tell me she liked me - but that’s impossible, hence why I went with the latter. 

“Then what is it? It can’t be any worse than you being pregnant, not that if you were pregnant I wouldn’t support you, but you know,” I kept my voice light. 

“Well,” Giorno started looking at Trish, then turning her attention to me, “You remember when you sorta anciently confessed your feelings to me and Trish.”

“Fuck, I knew it was gonna be about that. Look I’m not gonna try anything or try and break you two up, so can we just move past this,” I put my head down, “It’s up to you what you want to do from here and if you really don’t want to be my friend anymore, I get it. It doesn’t mean I want that to happen, I don’t want to lose what we have. And not just because I like you two, because we’re friends, I’ve known you for a year now. But hey, I understand. So, just get it over with.” 

“You’re overreacting,” Giorno said blunt and to the point, it was a little mean, to be honest. “When did we ever say that we want to stop being your friend?” Giorno was right, I was jumping to conclusions. 

Trish smirked, “ I wanna stop being your friend.” It wasn’t said in a serious tone, I assume she’s only joking.  

“Trish,” Giorno whined, “Don’t say it like that.” Trish huffed in response and crossed her arms, “But it’s true.” 

The only people who bicker more than these two are Narancia and Pannacotta. It’s practically the same, I have no idea what they’re talking about. It’s light-hearted and all said in a joking manner, but they’re talking about not wanting to be my friend. I don’t get it, first, it’s ‘we still wanna be friends’ and now it's ‘we don’t wanna be friends’, make up your minds. 

“Guido?” Giorno called. She had probably called my name a few times before, judging by the way she sounded and her furrowed brow. “Let’s get this over with before the food gets cold. Also to make Trish less nervous because she’s giving my wrist a death grip right now.” Trish’s arms flew up in embarrassment and she let out a squeak, Giorno rubbed the pain out of the reddened skin. 

Giorno continued to talk, often looking at Trish for support. “Well, you see. Trish and I have been talking recently. Trying to figure out a solution to our dilemma - the reason we were having ... troubles not too long ago.” 

“Wait, was you two fighting not my fault?” I exclaim. 

Trish continued speaking for Giorno, “Well, it was brought up by you, but anyone could have done that, really. It was our own problem and we let it get the better of us. But I think you might like the solution we are proposing, it could solve some of your issues too.” Now I’m confused. This didn’t sound like bad news, it actually sounded like good news. What the hell are they trying to tell me, I hate not knowing. 

Giorno took a deep breath and scrunched up her face, almost as if to prepare for something scary or some kind of big impact. Her pink lips pressed together, only being made shiny through the powers of makeup. As well as her eyelashes which have a layer of … whatever you call it over it, making them seem longer than they actually are. But they made her eyes look brighter and more blue. 

She began to speak again, “Well, what we’re trying to say is… will you-” Giorno became very distressed and her face turned bright red. “I can’t do this, it's too embarrassing,” she hid her face in the palms of her hands. Trish ran a hand along her back not caring about anything but calming the blonde down. She ran her hand under her shirt letting her warm palms trace her spine and shoulder blades, Giorno melted into her touch and was now breathing normally - although her face was no less red. 

They both took a breath at the same time. 

“Would you- eh”

“I wanted to- Oh” 

And they both spoke at the same time. They gave each other looks of ‘this is much harder than it should be.’ Giorno’s head hit her girlfriend’s shoulder in frustration.

From her place on Trish’s shoulder, she took a deep breath rising to look at me. When she was finished she blurted out, “Would you go on a date with us.” her eyes were closed in fear once more. 

(Giorno POV)

Guido sat there. At first, his expression was blank. Then he tilted his head trying to figure out if heard it right. His head tilted downward now and his eyes squirted, ‘was I really hearing that right?’ were most likely the thoughts going through his head. But even after all that mental power he used, he still looked up in confusion and asked, “What?”

“You heard us right,” Trish said, her confidence unwaved. 

Guido awkwardly laughed, it still held hits of his normal boisterous laugh, “I thought you guys were serious for a second, ha, you got me. Very funny.” He looked like he was trying not to frown, clearly disappointed. His lips quiver for a second as he looks down at the cold food. “I should heat these back up.” Guido's chair screeched against the tile floor as he went to get up. 

All we did was stare at him. ‘How could he be so dense,’ we thought to ourselves. 

When Guido looked back up at us his face turned to worry, but he laughed it off. “Uh, why ya looking at me like that,” his worry showed in his tone. He set the plate back down. “Alright what’s happening here,” he was serious this time. He stood tall and brood, his large hand placed firmly on the table, he looked intimidating like he was trying to interrogate someone. 

“We’re not joking, would you like to go on a date with us?” Trish asked again. 

Guido was silent, he was stunned and frozen in place. “Like on a date, romantically? Like you wanna date me? Both of you? Can you even do that?” He slid back into his seat as he spoke. 

“Yes, to all of those,” I clarify. “It’s pretty simple, me and Trish date each other. But I also date you and you also date her, so we just all date each other. It requires a lot of communication on things like jealousy and consent. But me and Trish think it’s a good idea for what we want, you included. Of course, you don’t have to say yes, now or ever. It’s just a proposition.” 

He stayed quiet. The only sound I could hear was his heavy breathing. Guido was zoned out, eyes blown wide, staring off into the distance. Until his mouth quirked into a grin and then a bright wide smile. “Shit,” he said sheepishly, “that sounds amazing.” He became skittish and blushy at the thought of it, he twiddled his fingers and laughed off his nerves. 

“So do you have any questions?” Trish asked. Guido still seemed to be in a daze. He was either thinking really hard or he didn’t hear her. Guido finally popped back into reality. “I got one,” he shouted. “If birthday cake can be any flavour, why do they make things that are birthday-cake flavoured. You could technically have a red velvet cake for your birthday and it would still be considered a birthday cake. But when you see birthday-cake flavoured things they are always french-vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.” He dramatically moved his hands when he was speaking. 

“I actually know why,” I state and Guido immediately became interested. But Trish wasn’t so impressed by the question. “I meant about the relationship, you idiot,” she grumbled. 

Guido laughs erupted through the house, not awkward forced laughs, but genuine joy. “I know, but Nara asked me this earlier today and I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. You two are smart, so I thought one of you might have known. And Giogio, you’re telling me why later, ok.” I nodded in response. Guido continued to talk, “and about actual questions, I got a couple. Would we go on dates with all three of us or only two at a time?” 

“Both,” Trish Quickly responded. Guido smiled at that. 

“What would we tell the others? I mean a relationship like this isn’t entirely… conventional.” 

I take my chance to talk, “We are going to tell them, and as bad as it may sound, If they don’t support it then they aren’t good friends.” My mouth felt sour as I said it. “But That’s the worst-case scenario, which probably won’t happen,” I try to make the situation better. 

“Ya,” Guido said solemnly, “One more thing. And not to say that like I want to or that I will, I’m just wondering. If it ever came up, would you want to have someone else in the relationship? It’s like a theoretical question, it’s not something I think would happen or… want. Just if it did,” Guido lied. I can tell he lied, he’s awful at it. His voice was pitched and he paused at weird places or drew out words too much. His brows were tilted up but he smiled and quietly laughed, it was awkward and a little uncomfortable. You could tell he likes someone else, but at least we’re in the same boat. 

Trish grinned, she could tell he was lying as well. “Guido, we like other people too, so it’s ok,” she smiled sweetly. 

“Oh thank gods,” Guido sighed in relief, putting a hand on his chest to emphasize it. “Because that would have been awkward,” he explained. His expression quickly changed to something devious. “So,” he drew out, “Who or who’s, is it?” his voice was expressive and malicious - thought there was no ill intent behind his words. He was treating it like gossip, despite us wanting to openly talk about it and not be a secret. But Guido did love his drama, gossip, and rumours. And so did Trish. 

Trish snickered, “You wanna know? You’re gonna have to tell me yours first.” Trish turned and saw the face I was making at her, it was judgmental, to say the least. “Come on Giogio,” she whined, “let us have our fun.” “Ya, Giogio,” Guido chimed in as well. 

He turned his attention back to Trish to continue ‘Gossiping.’ “Alright, I’m gonna be completely honest with you. I uh… got a crush on all. of. You.” He was bashful and blushy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him blush before - but he seems to be doing quite a lot of it right now. His face looked hot to the touch and it stretched across his nose and to his ears as well. But it was cute, seeing such a big masculine guy blush like he did. 

I smiled, “It looks like we’re in the same boat.” “Really,” Guido immediately shouted. Again, he was relieved that we shared the same feelings towards the others. He clarified that it was in fact a ‘yes’ to the date and he heated up the food. He hadn’t stopped smiling since we all agreed to a date, it was contagious as me and Trish hadn’t stopped smiling either. Dinner was good, Guido signature cooking.

I could tell this was gonna be great. 

We ended up sitting on the couch, Squished close together. Guido was in the middle with me and Trish on either side, his arm was around me holding onto my waist and his other hand rested on Trish’s thigh. We asked more questions with each other, some about the relationship, some just random. The topic of birthday-cake flavour came up again. 

“It’s not so much that birthday cake can’t be any flavour, it’s just that vanilla and sprinkles are the traditional birthday cake flavour,” I explain, “Take for example dinner, you have your basic dinner options, but then you see people eating breakfast for dinner, it’s not that it’s not dinner but when dinner is advertised it’s not your traditional dinner. It’s the same with a birthday cake.” Guido listened with full intent, even Trish seemed interested. 

“It’s kinda lame, but I definitely gotta tell Narancia when he gets home,” Guido noted. He thought for a second, looking for another question to ask, I presume. “Alright, out of the 6 of us - not including yourself, who did you first have a crush on.” Tish and I giggled in embarrassment, we had actually never talked about this. I spoke first, “It might have been Bruno.” 

“No way,” Guido shouted immediately. Trish grinned along. 

“You can’t blame me,” I defended, “He was a hot, older, overly friendly, coworker. You couldn’t expect me not to.” 

Guido was almost in tears he was laughing so much, he wheezed trying to catch his breath, “I meant ‘no way’ as in ‘me too’ not ‘I’m judging you’.” Trish quietly let out a “me too,” in shame. The night turned into us laughing about having liking The same guy first, and he didn’t even know it. Well, yet, hopefully, one day. 

(Giorno POV)

Telling the other about the relationship had gone over great. They were more just happy for us, rather than questioning the ethics of the whole thing. Giorno was right, we had nothing to worry about, they were good friends. 

It was later at night we were at me and Giorno’s house, in my bed - spice girl slept at our feet. I was starting to get warm out and we were hit with the early summer heat, so blankets weren’t something that was needed. I feel shuffling beside me, where Guido was sleeping. “Trish are you still up?” I heard Guido ask in his heavy morning voice. I roll myself over to face him. “So I’ve been thinking,” he continued, but Guido thinking is never a good idea. “I think that the air actually has a taste, but because we are constantly tasting it we don’t register it as having a taste, because we view the taste of the air as the neutral. And even like the smell and feel of the air too.” 

I let out a long sigh, “Guido, It’s…” I look over at my alarm clock, “1 in the morning, please just go to bed.” He frowns, “but can you at least think about it.” I run over his words a few times in my head. 

“Wait, that actually makes sense.”

“Right!” 

“Ok, shhh, now go to bed before Giorno wakes up.”

“You know I’m teller her in the morning.”

Chapter Text

(Giorno’s pov) 

It wasn’t hard to get my dad to agree to see me, all I had to do was ask if I could come over for dinner and he was quick to respond. I was always his favourite, though I wasn’t there nearly as much as my brothers who visited at least once a week. I really only saw him on holidays or birthdays and the rare out-of-the-blue visit, like today ( I still call him, I’m not that cruel). Maybe, It’s because I’m the oldest. 

I had been Much too scared to tell my dad everything that’s been going on, More or less I haven’t come out to him yet. With how my father is, it’s hard to tell where he stands on these topics. With enough built-up courage, I asked to have dinner at his place. 

My Father lived a little ways away in a gorgeous house well over a hundred years old. In modern times the size of the house would only be considered middle class, But back when they were built they were mansions for the rich. The house was more than enough for a 4 person family, though my father lived there alone. The house was set up as if other people lived there, with a large dining room and living room, guest bedrooms and bathrooms fully ready for people to use (the bathrooms even have soap and toothbrushes). It was almost sad, but he seemed content in the way he lived, so no one even attempted to get in the way of that. 

I was making the 15-minute drive to my dad’s, though I really should have thought the timing through to avoid the after-work rush. When I got there I went to ring the doorbell, but before I did the door opened with a squeak. In the doorway was my father’s large menacing figure, he had opened the door probably seeing me pull into the driveway (It’s creepy that he was watching for me). 

He tilted his head up looking down upon me, it made him seem larger, more powerful. Not that he needed to. While Dio was a scary man he was still my father and I have lived with him for most of my life, it greatly decreased the amount of fear I felt towards him. I had only actually met him when I was three, I had lived with my ‘mother’ up until then. There was no fight for custody, she willingly gave me to him without a second thought. My father lived in Cairo at the time, but now with a three year old child, he decided it best to move to Great Britain (where he was from) and when I was 15 we made our way over to Italy. The British accent I had picked up never quite disappeared, making for an odd mix of an Italian and British accent, Polnareff calls me a ‘culture fruit bowl.

“You’re late?” my father said with malice.

“I got stuck in traffic,” I explained and it was the truth, but he’s going to have some snarky remarks. And he did, “you know the traffic gets bad at this time, you should have prepared.” We could go on with this witty banter of an argument all day and normally I would, but today I’m going to let it go. I leave the conversation at “alright.” 

He ushered me into the dining room, the food was already on the table, It was no longer piping hot and steaming, but still warm and comforting. My father wasn’t the best of cooks (something we share in common) But his cooking will always feel welcoming and familiar. 

“Now, Haruno, you don’t just come over for no reason, so what do you need?” I jumped in surprise. He continued, “Oh, don’t look so shocked and guilty, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, It’s efficient, it shows good work ethic.” He leaned forward with his hands clasped and his arms resting at midpoint along the edge of the table, “So, what is it you need?” 

I nervously laughed. ‘He read me perfectly,’ I thought to myself. I sigh, “I have to tell you something.” My father raised his eyebrows and gave a quick jut of his head, prompting me to continue. “I understand that you’re older and you might not get this, but please try your best to understand.” He was definitely going to have a talk with me later about calling him old. “I have known for a while now, I have just been too nervous to say anything.” I take a deep breath and hold, “I… I’m Trans.” 

… 

My father looked at me, his eyes squinted, he looked judgemental. 

… 

“What does that mean,” he said plainly. 

“Well, I’m a woman born in a man's body. I'm going by Giorno now.” There was a moment of silence, Dio’s hands still clenched together on the table. He thought about it, long and hard taking in everything. 

“Oh, alright,” he said understanding. It wasn’t negative, though it wasn't exactly positive. I waited for a response, but that was it, he kept eating. 

“Is that alright?” I ask after getting tired of waiting. 

“Why wouldn’t it be, it’s not my life. You can live your life the way you want. And I knew someone like you back in the day, though he was the opposite of you.” 

I don’t think I have ever been so happy in my life. 

“SO,” he said punctually and strong, “Is that why you’ve been growing your hair out? And don’t think I haven’t noticed you're using a higher pitch in your voice.”

“It wasn’t like I was trying to hide it,” I partially mumbled, just enough for him to hear. He took it much better than I thought he would, honestly he took it better than some of the even younger staff at work. Not that my dad is was any kind of homophobe and frankly, he didn’t seem to be phased by gay people. That could have been a good thing (and it was) but it also could have easily been bad. 

He went back to his food for a second until he noticed I didn’t do the same. He cocked his eyebrow and sighed, “Is there something else?”

“Yes, there is. Me and Trish are still dating.” I looked up to see his reaction, Dio nodded in acknowledgment. “We are both now dating Guido as well.” 

“Ok,” was all he said. 

“Really,” my voice squeaked. 

He sighed, placing his fork down, “like I said before, I don’t care what you do with your life, as long as you're not hurting anyone.” 

“Thank you,” I smiled. I was so thankful and relieved, I understand how lucky I am to have family and friends that accept me for who I am. 

(Fugos pov) 

It had already gotten late into the year, the summer weather hotter than it’s ever been. It was almost torture sitting at my desk and the guys Giorno call in to fix the AC hadn’t come in yet. Sheila (the girl who was hired to work accounting with me) sat across from me, her head resting on the desk and the first button of her blouse undone in an attempt to keep cool. I almost did the same. 

Sheila groaned, lifting her head up, her hair a little out of place and her bangs pushed aside to avoid getting sweat on them. She hunched back over her computer to get to work and so did I. 

It was quiet in the office and except for the sound of keyboards and the blaring fans that were placed around the office. 

My personal phone rang in my bag and I knew I wasn’t supposed to answer but it begged me to look at who was calling. It was Narancia’s and I couldn’t say no to Narancia, so I picked up. 

The phone clicked in, “PANNI!” Narancia exclaimed. There was a lot of background noise, other students I assume he must have just gotten out of school. 

“Narancia, you know you're not supposed to call me while I’m at work,” I said hushed, making my way into the break room. I closed the door to not disturb those who are working. 

“I know, I know. But today’s the last day of school,” he was still loud but much less than before. “I got my grades for the year. I didn’t fail anything.” 

“That’s good I guess,” I say, attempting to look on the positive side. But I don’t expect to see anything above 70%. 

“Hurry up, Narancia.” I hear a voice on the other end of the phone, I assume it’s one of his school friends. 

“Hold on a second, I’m talking to my girlfriend,” you can tell he pulled the phone away from his ear. 

A series of voices on the other side can be heard. 

“Ooooooooo.”

“Haha, Hiiiiii~ Narancia’s girlfriend~”

“Shut up, both of you.”

The first two voices sounded male, overly teasing and drawn out and they giggled furiously. The other was a girl but she actually cared that Naracia was talking on the phone and yelled at the other two for making fun of them. 

He turned his attention back to the phone and me “ok, I have to go, I’ll see you tonight. I love you, bye.” 

“I love you too, Narancia.” 

On the phone a bit closer this time, one of his friends says in the same drawn out voice as before “I love you too~ Narancia~” 

“FUCK OFF-“ and the phone cuts out. He’s ridiculous, I think to myself. I turn around to leave the break room so I can get back to work before anyone yells at me. I jump because Bruno is standing in the doorway. 

“You're not supposed to take personal calls during your work time,” he says. 

I sigh putting my phone back in my pocket, I still wear pants from the men’s section only because the pockets are bigger. “I’m aware,” I said with salt on my tongue. “And don’t come here talking to me about personal calls when you make them to Leone all the time.” 

He was caught dead in his tracks, eyes blown wide like a deer in headlights. He grumbled slightly, he knew I was right. Turning on his heels back to his desk. I follow suit. As I walk out of the break room a pair of eyes are on me following me back to my desk, sly and all-knowing. It was Sheila, she grins once I sit down. 

“What was that about?” She asks but continues before I can answer, “I mean I already know. Because nobody takes personal calls unless it’s a partner or an emergency, but you don’t seem to be in any distress. So tell me about the person.” She talked a mile a minute. 

“Why is my love life any of your business,” I turned my head away from her. 

“Please,” she begged, giving me puppy dog eyes better than a puppy even could. I tried to look away but I knew she was still doing them. 

I sighed, “fine, but please keep your voice down. Their names Narancia,” I begin to tell her, she eagerly nods her head in return pestering me to tell her more. “Before I continue he is 21, so don’t make a huge fuss out of this. He’s still in high school. just finished the last day of his grade 11 year today, that’s what the call was about.” 

Sheila hummed and nodded taking the information in, “I feel like that’s bad representation on your part,” she started bluntly, “like seriously, you're so super smart yet you’re dating someone a year older then you and they haven’t even graduated. But I guess, as long as they treat you right.” She really doesn’t stop talking does she. 

I thought Sheila was finished her tangent but apparently not, “honestly, I thought you would have liked someone like Giorno or Bruno, you seem like the kind of person you go for the smart caring type.” 

I didn’t want to listen to her anymore. I just shoved my face back into my computer and tried oh so hard to suppress a blush. 

I hope it worked. 

(Mistas pov) 

I was finally off of work heading back to my house. Narancia was already home so the door was unlocked. The house was relatively quiet and it would be if we didn’t have pets. But Narancia was nowhere in sight, I assume he was in his room. Narancia and I don’t have personal space. It started because he doesn’t know how to know how to knock, long story short they walked in on me butt ass naked and there was no going back from that so personal space just didn’t exist.

Down the hall I opened his door without a second thought. 

Oh. 

Fuck.

Standing near the middle of Nara’s room, half naked, was Pannacotta. She held her shirt in her hand. Small dainty underwear that left little to the imagination adorned her body and a training bra that did nothing at all, I’m surprised they made them that small. They were both cute and white. 

Shit. 

Have I been staring for too long, she hasn’t said anything. 

Wow, she is pretty. Her hair draped down to her upper back and curled into rings. Her body was thin and boxy, but gentle and easy to look at. Gezz, I could look at this sight all day. 

Panns face got more and more agitated the longer I stared. Until she yells at me, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, GET OUT!” 

I shut the door in panic and let out a small scream. 

It was a minute or so before the door opened, this time she was fully dressed. 

“Why didn’t you knock?” She asked sternly. 

I stammered to answer, still a little heated from seeing her like that, “I-I thought it was Narancia.” 

“Do you not knock when it’s Narancia?” 

I give a curt nod of my head. 

“Is everything ok?” I hear Narancia’s voice from the bathroom. So that’s where he was. 

“Yes, everything's fine” she hollered to nara. She got really close to my face and whispered, “we never speak of this again.” I followed the movement of her lips closely, she spoke again, “and before you ask and get all weird about it, I was just changing out of work clothes.” 

I nod again. 

That’s an image that I won’t be able to get out of my mind. Not that I want to anyway. 

Chapter Text

(The entire chapter is in Giogios pov)

It wasn’t a proposal I suspected, but I liked the idea of it. A double date sounded like fun. It was Guido's idea to go on a double date with Panni and Narancia, he winked at me when he said this, so I knew what his plan was. 

A little earlier in the day, before we went on the date. Guido showed up at our door saying Narancia kicked him out so he could get ready for the date. The original plan was that he would go with Panni and Nara and me and Trish would take our car. But oh well, we’ll still all get there. 

The shower ran, Guido was getting ready. Trish and I had already done most of our preparations. Trish had a worried look as she blushed her face, I think that was the one I got her. 

“Do you not like the blush?” I asked in concern. She’d been using it for about a week now and she said it was perfect, what happened? 

“Huh…” she was clearly zoned out and it took her a second to process what I said, “oh, no. It’s not the blush. I’m just…stressing.” 

“About what? Is there any way I can help?” I say placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.  

In the background, the shower turned off and I could hear rustling from the bathroom. The door had opened but Trish didn’t seem to notice. 

“What if it doesn’t work? They were fine with the relationship, but maybe they don’t want to be involved, I’m just worried.” She said in a worried state of dreed. 

“You got nothing to worry about,” Guido said, coming up behind me. He was only wearing a towel around his waist. “Were those two not so obvious about each other?” 

“Well ya,” Trish responded, “oh god are you saying they don’t like me.” Now she was even more panicked than before. 

Guido's face scrunched up in almost disgust. How can she be so oblivious? “No Trish,” Guido said, “I’m saying those two are obvious about liking you. You too Giorno.” 

Trish blushed, I think I was blushing too. Trish tried to one-up him, “And what about you? Do you think they're obvious about you?” 

“I don’t know, it’s hard to tell.” 

“SEE!” Trish yelled. 

“Haha, let’s change the subject. The body-wash in the shower the orange one, smells good. I used it.” 

The orange one? “Hey,” I said with a not serious angry pout. “That’s mine, why are you using my soap?” 

“Well, I didn’t bring my own.”

Wow, everyone is so pretty. I just can’t get over it, I hope they think I look pretty too. 

It was actually really nice. 

The waiter came over to take our orders. It was just for drinks right now, we would order food later. 

“So,” the waiter started off, “is this a friend group situation or a double date and a third wheel?” He glared daggers at Guido and he sourly said ‘third wheel’.

Narancia covered his mouth and his cheeks puffed up trying not to laugh and disturb the whole restaurant. 

Guido sighed. “It’s a friend thing,” he tried to regain his dignity that was so ruthlessly destroyed by some waiter at a restaurant. 

The waiter seemed satisfied with that and introduced himself, he made small talk as he took our orders and when we were done he left to get them. 

“Oh no,” Pannacotta said from the other side of the table. Guido was zoned out across from her and popped back into reality at her voice. “Should I even ask what you were thinking about,” it was directed to Guido 

“Oh yes you should,” he said boisterously. “So, technically there could be dinosaurs at the bottom of the ocean, and I don’t mean fossils, I mean like living dinosaurs. Because only about 20% of the ocean has actually ever been explored, so who knows what’s down there. And because lots of dinosaurs went into the water to protect themselves against volcanoes and meteors, they eventually evolved to be aquatic, so who’s to say that didn’t happen with other dinosaurs and they just live really far down there.” Then there was silence. Trish looked a little disturbed, understandably, the idea that there might be dinosaurs living at the bottom of the ocean is not a nice one. 

Panni put a hand on her chin, the presser pushed her cheeks up making them look squishy - they probably were, but it’s kinda weird to ask if you could squish someone's cheeks. She looked like she was ready to debate him or she was ready to talk fully agreeing with his statement, it’s hard to tell. “You’ve got a point,” she agreed, “and not even just dinosaurs that evolved, but dinosaurs that were already aquatic, like the Mosasaurus or Plesiosaurus. And the plesiosaurus has a new supposed sighting almost every year.”

After a few minutes, the waiter came back with drinks in hand and promptly left. We watched him as he disappeared to continue our conversation. It was silent then we delved back into talking, “Narancia,” Trish said with a grimace, “I don’t want to know what your underwear looks like.” 

Narancia pouted, “but they're comfy and new and have little dogs on them.”

I wasn’t really paying attention, more just idly listening, I took a sip of my water twirling the ice around with the paper straw. My face and body were relaxed and I don’t have a nice resting face, or so I’ve been told, works well as a boss though. 

“Hey, Giogio, you good?” Guido asked Putting his hand atop mine. I looked up at him, his features were soft, it gave me a gentle feeling in my stomach. He put me at ease. “Were you thinking about…” he took a quick glance at Narancia and Pannnacotta. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide it or if he was, he was doing a terrible job. Guido spoke out in the open, not the slightest whisper in his voice. Narancia and Pannacotta looked with confusion and cocked eyebrows. 

I wasn’t going to say I wasn’t thinking about ‘that’ but I'm not going to say I was. Because of course, I was thinking about ‘that’. I simply looked away, I think he understood. 

“Wait what’s happening here,” Panni said, voice dropped a little into a more serious tone, she coughed in an attempt to cover up the deeper voice. “You can’t just keep secrets and then talk about them right in front of the people they're Clearly about.” Oh no, she’s mad. 

“Whoa whoa, no reason to get upset, we were gonna tell you today anyway. That’s kinda why we asked you here. AND to enjoy dinner with you guys, of course,” Guido tried to cover up, but not really since it was the truth. 

Narancia was slow and glanced between people at the table. His bright eyes darted between Guido, Panni then me and Trish.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” I started, “we really like you two, like that way. Now if you do say no I don’t want this to make anything weird.” 

“Wow, you really got straight to the point,” Guido giggled. 

“You said you didn’t want it to be awkward,” I retorted. 

“Are you serious,” Narancia said and the table went silent. In fact, the entire place went silent, there are two sides to the restaurant, one you would use for smaller parties and one to use for bigger. 5 people were considered a bigger party, but there weren’t a lot of people over in this side of the restaurant. A family of six was there but they were too engrossed in the food to speak. So, it was silent 

It ended up being awkward anyway in the silence. 

“Yes, we are,” I clarify. 

Panni looked stunned, stuck in one spot, staring at the center of the table. She didn’t look at anyone or even seem to be processing anything that was going on. She looked up finally looking like she wanted to say something, needing to say something. But didn’t, she kept her mouth shut. 

Narancia opened his mouth letting a small noise out to speak but stopped. Looking to their girlfriend almost for confrontation to say something. She only looked back. 

“I… mean…”Narancia stammered, “I-we, like you guys a lot too.” He shied away briefly before Panna began to talk. “We only talked about it as more of a confession that we like other people, I certainly didn’t think that you would actually ask us out.” 

“You-you like us too?” Trish didn’t so much say it as a question, she knew what she heard and knew it was true, but it was more just a habit of asking for clarification. 

“But listen,” Panna started again, more solemnly this time, “as much as I would like to, we haven’t properly talked about it, just me and Narancia. And we’re not saying no, just not yet. I just wanna talk it out first.” 

“I get that,” the three of us agreed. 

The waiter came back over to take our actual orders. Guido was on his phone most of the time, how could you get any more impolite. Once the waiter left Pannas phone binged with a text message, she looked at Guido with suspicious eyes. And a few seconds later Narancia’s went off. Guido just smirked with absolute confidence, prompting the two to look at their phones. 

“Why are you texting me when I’m right here,” the white-haired of the two said bitterly. Guido didn’t respond. But Narancia giggled in the background. She glanced at both of them and pulled out her phone. “Why are you sending me wholesome memes?” 

“Because.” 

“‘Because’ is not an answer.” 

“I think that went pretty well,” Guido sighed as he sank into the bed. He unbuttoned some of the buttons of his dress-dress-shirt, letting more of his chest show. Trish fell face first into bed beside him, sighing all the same as he did. She turned over to face Guido, both still laying down but now on their sides. “Pretty well?” Trish questions his phasing, “They admitted that they also had feelings for us. In my personal opinion I would not classify that at ‘Pretty well’.” She criticized.  

Guido just hummed, leaning into Trish and putting his arms around her. Trish responded the same. They looked so comfy and tired. I admired them from above before I was taken by the hand and pulled onto the bed by Trish. 

So comfy. 

It’s been a few days since the date. We didn’t want to bring up the topic again, not that it was awkward but we didn’t want to sound pushy. Seeing Panna at work or Narancia when I went over to Guido's place. Or anyone's place for that matter, because it was summer time he wasn’t doing school (aside from an online math course, so he didn’t have to do it next year), they usually hung out where someone else would be, just so he didn’t have to spend the summer alone. 

Today, the person they spent it with was me. I had a big meeting this morning and corporate said for me to take the rest of the day off, it was Friday after all. But Bruno and Pannacotta had to stay in the office, what a shame. 

Currently, I sat on my bed while Narancia rummaged through my closet. He was still on his whole fashion discovering thing and was looking through my closet to see what they liked, they could try things on if he wanted. 

While it’s true I was taller by 3 inches, we had the same top size, waist size, and shoe size. So really the only thing they couldn’t try on was my pants (shorts and skirts were still ok). 

Nara eyed something in the closet before pulling it out on the hanger. He held it up to look at it. His mouth formed and ‘o’ as he admired the garment. “This is pretty,” they said, turning their attention to me. “Panna doesn’t wear a lot of dresses, so I’ve never tried one on before.” They thought for a moment, switching their attention from me to the dress to me again. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear this?” 

The dress he held was a short summer-y slip on, an off white with lace trim at the collar and bottom of the dress and small thin straps to hold it on your body. It had hardly any bust or room from hips, it fit me perfectly. But I just haven’t had the confidence to wear it. 

I started to speak out loud, “Trish bought it for herself, but it ended up being too small on her and she thought it would fit me. And it did, it looked really good on me actually. I just… don't have the confidence to wear it out yet, maybe next summer.” 

Narancia looked at me thinking. “You should put it on. Like start out small, so you can show me and then gradually you can show more people until you can wear it out in public.” He held out the dress for me to take it. 

I took it in my hand and said ok, it was a really good idea. I stood up putting the dress along my body, to show what it might look like. I waited for them to leave or turn around so I could change, but he just stood still with this goofy grin on his face. I think they were so excited to see the dress that they forgot I had to get changed. 

“Can I get changed?” I asked, trying to hint for him to get out. Narancia nodded and waited for another second, “oh, wait, you gotta… yeah. Um, let me just turn around.” They put their hands over their eyes and turned to face the wall behind them. 

I quickly switched my clothes and tapped on his shoulder to turn around. Their face started out neutral, but their eyes widened and his eyebrows raised, his jaw hung slightly open as he looked at me in the dress. 

“Is it bad?” I ask. 

“NO!” He shouted, “You look beautiful.” His voice was so sweet and smooth, he had a light smile on his face. 

“Thank you,” I sounded so quiet, I was embarrassed but in a good way. “Should I take it off now…” 

“You can keep it on, if you want,” his voice was solemn. And this would be so awkward if we weren’t so comfortable with each other. 

He turned back to the closest after seeing that I wasn’t making any advances to change out of the dress. I liked it and if Nara liked it too I wasn’t going to take it off just yet. I might as well enjoy it, I didn’t feel uncomfortable like I normally would wearing something like this. I guess narancia was right. 

Anothing thing in the closet caught their eye, it was a pink jean skirt. “I have the same one in purple” he held it to his lower half, “look good?” 

Pink wasn’t really Narancia’s colour. 

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It didn’t take long for Narancia and me to talk about it. We both knew we wanted a relationship with them, most of our talking was trying to figure out how to bring it up with them again. They took us out to dinner to ask us if we wanted to join their relationship. But with everything going on, work and Narancia going back to school soon. There was no time to plan something remotely nice. We decided that a quick invite over was the best choice instead of waiting for our schedule to open up to do something nice. 

After work I came into Giorno office, ever since she asked us out her face lit up more when I came into her office. “Is there something you need?” She asked, looking at me for a second but then went back to her computer. She took a glance at the clock quizzically, “it’s almost time for you to leave, is it not?”  

Panna had already packed up her stuff and it was waiting at her desk, “uh, yes it is. But I was wondering if after work you could come to my place? We need to have a little talk. Trish and Guido too.” Giorno shot up from her desk. “YES-“ she said, much too loud and apprehensive, she cleared her throat, “of course. Let me finish this and I’ll call the others, then we can leave together.” 

She seemed incredibly excited, much too excited. Giorno was aware that Nara and I were most likely going to say yes but even so, if we said no, her current enthusiasm would be tragic. Giorno looked at me with the brightest smile, “And besides I’d much rather spend time with you, then proofreading documents for corporate. And I could just do them tomorrow, they don’t have to be in until the end of the week.” 

God, when I tell you my heart fluttered it’s an understatement. My heart flapped like the wings of an angry phoenix, a tidal wave crashing on the shore of a calm beach. I excused myself from her office, because if I didn’t you would have found my lifeless body on the floor. Case of death: heart attack by cuteness. 

I sat back at my desk for sure my face was red. Sheila looked at me and raised her eyebrows. Cures my past self for telling her about this. 

“What’s this all about,” she motioned to my beet red face. “Shut up!,” I hid my face in my arms. 

Giorno came to get me not too long after. Sheila just grinned behind my back as she bid me goodbye. 

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(Giorno pov) 

We sat in Panni’s flat for longer than was expected. I sat between Panni and Nara and they almost pampered me. Panni just talked to me about whatever was on her mind, she sat incredibly close and our knees would bump together every so often. But I could tell she was doing this on purpose, there was a red tint to her face. And Narancia set down coffee for me and Pannacotta but not for himself. I must have looked tired from work. 

There was a knock at the door and then it opened, Guido came in first and then Trish behind him. Trish spoke while putting her bag down, “Sorry we’re late, Guido couldn’t find his phone.” 

“It was under the couch.” Lord only knows how his phone ended up under the couch. But no matter, they’re here now.

The moment they walked in Narancia’s eyes lit up and looked at Panna, pure joy and excitement flooded him. 

“Alright, now that everyone is here,” Pannacotta cupped her hands together in her lap. We sat attentively for what she was about to say. Even Narancia looked like they were waiting too, despite already knowing what she was going to say. 

She continued, “I don’t think it’s any surprise that the answer is yes. We would love to be in a relationship with you.” She smiled softly as she said it and her voice sounded calm, but despite that her face was as red as a stop sign. 

Mista opened his mouth to talk but was quickly cut off by an ‘oomph’. Narancia had practically tackled Me to the couch in a hug. “Narancia!!” I whined. “What are you doing?” 

“Giving you a hug, I’m too excited,” He lifted his head to look me in the eyes. 

“But why did you tackle me?” 

“You were the closest.” It was true I was sitting right next to him. The next thing I knew there were two other bodies being added to the pile, as Guido and Trish came to join. Now there was only one person left. I reached out my free hand as much as I could, “come join us.” 

Almost like she was asking for an invitation but not wanting to intervene, she dived for the pile, throwing her arms around the others, placing her forehead on the back of Narancia’s. 

I huffed, “you're squishing me.”

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(Abbacchios pov) 

“Leo,” Bruno called sweetly from the other room. “The others say they want to come over tomorrow, is that ok?”

I looked over at the calendar on the wall, “I have work tomorrow what time did they say,” I peeked my head around the corner to see him. Bruno was stretched out over the couch with his phone in hand texting the others. 

“What time do you work?” He asked. 

“It’s an early shift, I should end around 1” 

“Well they said 3, so is that a yes. They're also not staying for dinner.”

“Yeah, that's perfect then.” I move from the kitchen to go sit beside Bruno. But the man was tall enough to take up the entire length of the couch. I lifted his legs up so I could sit down but instead of moving his Legs, he placed them back down on my lap. After a minute he glanced up from his phone and noticed me looking at him. 

“Hi?”he said his voice laced with confusion, “is there something you need?” He placed his phone down on the side table. 

“Mmm, nope. Just… admiring the view.” 

Bruno’s face lit up like a stop light, he laughed burying his face into the side of the couch. ‘God he’s so cute, how did I get so lucky,’ I thought to myself. 

He tured back to me with a stupid grin on his face -his eyes and nose crinkled with it- and a quiver to his voice, “what do you want to do today, I get the day off and you don’t have work.” Since everything at work had calmed down and Giorno had settled in as manager, Bruno was able to take Fridays off. 

“We could go somewhere, like a walk or something, it’s nice out today,” I suggested.

“We could go to the walking path by the shore,” Bruno suggested, “but there will probably be a lot of people there.” He changed his mind. 

“We could always just stay here?” I said with a smirk, my voice slipping from sweet to seductive. I leaned down to plant a kiss to the side of his mouth. 

Bruno picked up what I was saying and matched my energy. “Oh really?” He said innocently. He chuckled pulling me in for another kiss 

———————-

(Bruno pov)

The two of us layed in bed together, I was the little spoon to Leone, his arms were wrapped around my waist and he left sweet chast kisses on my neck and shoulders. “Mmm, you're beautiful,” he said, his voice soft and romantic. 

I giggled a little, “No… You.” 

Lenoe pushed my back, pushing me away from him and almost to the bed, “oh shut up and just take the compliment.”

“Ok ok.” We stayed silent for a few more minutes, just embracing each other once more. “Hey Leo?” I say, Turning around in his arms to face him, “ are you alright?” 

“What?” 

“I don’t know, you just seem kinda off as of recently. And I know you can get like this, but I wanna be there for you when it happens, I wanna help in any way I can.” He is my boyfriend after all, I should be there for him as much as possible. 

He paused for a moment, “have I really?” He said like he didn’t know. “Trust me when I say this, this is actually not a depressive episode. But ya there has been something on my mind, that I should probably tell you.”

I look tentatively at him waiting for him to continue. He took a deep breath, “I’m jealous of Giorno, Trish, And Guido. How can they make their relationship work so well? I just… I don’t know, I get jealous.” 

I stare confused for a second, “is this relationship not working well?” 

“No no, that's not it, It's just… I…” 

“Do you like the others?” 

That stuck something in him, he looked mortified. It was dead silent, you could tell he wanted to say something but the words were caught in his throat. Did I misread the situation? I want him to share the same feeling as me, I want him to like the others.

The silence still stayed thick in the air, but his words were finally choked up, he dry swallowed his nerves and spoke. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t.”

I intunaly cheered myself on. I decided to share my feelings, “well if we’re being honest here, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same.” 

Leone’s eyes lit up at my words, “you're serious?” I nod. “Why didn’t you say anything. Here I was thinking I was being a disloyal boyfriend for liking other people, I thought if I told you anything you’d break up with me on the spot.” He was a little mad, more so in disbelief that he in fact does not have to lie to his boyfriend anymore. 

“That would be very hypocritical of me,” I responded. 

“Well I can see that now.”

We sit in silence with the new found information about each other. “So what do you wanna do about it?” I ask. Hoping for a very particular response.

“What do you think? Of course I want a relationship with them.” He started out loudly but his voice softened, “but I don’t want to rush into this, just take our time. And besides, Narancia and Pannacotta are in their own separate monogamous relationship, I doubt that would change.” 

———-

And it did change. The next day they came over and the first thing they said was that they had joined the other's relationship. I was surprised to say the least, all five of them had the biggest smiles on their faces. And don’t get me wrong I was supportive, I was happy for them, over the moon even. But the thing we said was stopping us from pursuing them was just broken. What do we do now? 

Panna spoke, “honestly, it came to a surprise to us too when they invited us to dinner and asked us out. I mean not unwelcome, we did like them a lot.”

“I’m happy for you,” Leone said. 

Narancia let out a soft cackle, “now I can brag to people about having 3 girlfriends and not just one, they're gonna be so jealous.” 

“You bragged about me?” Panna asked. 

“Uh, ya I did. One time I talked about you so much my friend almost slapped me.” 

“That’s kinda sweet actually,” she smiled, holding her hands in her lap. 

“Wait, what about me?” Guido chimed in, feeling left out, “do I get bragged about?” 

“Oh ya you're gonna get bragged about the most, they’ll never hear the end about how sexy my boyfriend is.” 

“Ew,” Trish looked at Nara 

“What?” Gudio sounded offended

Trish just stared for a second, but broke her character and laughed. Guido sighed realizing she was only joking. 

“Leone?” Trish held up her glass, “could you get me another one.” He picked up the girls glass and brought it to the kitchen. 

“Oh Leo, can you refill mine too,” he wordlessly picked up my glass as well. 

The room went a little silent, until Giorno spoke, her mouth was slightly agap with a stunned look on her face, “did you just call him Leo? That’s so cute.” Her voice squeaked as she gushed over the nickname. To everyone else it was cute and enduring but to Leone it was like the end of the world, he made Me promise to never call him Leo in front of our friends. 

“Sorry, everyone has slip ups every now and again. Forgive and forget?” I tried to save this. 

But leone had a stone cold face. “I’ll kill you.” 

“With… love?” 

“LET'S CHANGE THE TOPIC.” Narancia blurted out, “KISS, MERRY, KILL.” 

“…what?” Leone said.

“Some of the girls were talking about it in my class, it’s the first thing that came to mind,” Narancia explained, “Leone. Kiss, Merry, Kill. Me, Bruno, And Guido.” 

“Do I have to play?” Leone complained. 

“YES” 

“Fine. Merry Bruno, Kiss Guido, Kiss Narancia and kill Giorno.” 

Giorno looked offended, “I wasn’t even on the list?” 

“You’d still marry me?” I smiled up at him with hope.

“You're cutting it close… but yes. Because I love you.” 

————-

After a long day we layed in bed together, as we always did. I rested my head on my lover’s shoulder and he put his hand around my waist. “That was quite an eventful day,” I say to him. “ I was surprised and I’m supportive of course, but I feel like the They could hear the jealousy in my voice. What if they think I don’t approve.” 

I panicked and intrusive thoughts entered my brain, filling up with everything that could possibly go wrong. Leone pulled me closer, I felt a bit better in his arms, but it didn’t help my thoughts “Leo?” I said meekly, “what if they hate me.” 

Leone put his hand on the back of my head, petting my hair then lacing his fingers in to rub his fingertips against my scalp. He hushed me, “that would never happen, those are some of the most strong willed people I know. If they didn’t like you or something you said, they would not hesitate to call out your ass. But did they? No, so I don’t think they hate you in the slightest.” 

“Do you think they like us? Like, romanticly.” I was called down but I had one last thought that had to be voiced. 

“Well I can’t say that, but we can always hope can’t we?” 

I began to slip in to sleep with my partner's hands massaging my scalp and my mind for the most part calmed. I fell asleep in Leone’s arms.

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(Giorno’s pov) 

I sat in my office, it was quiet, or maybe I was just bored. I barely had any work to do for once, which was good, I can’t complain. But now I was stuck reading over documents to send to corporate. Just sitting in my dull, cold, yellowy office…

“Giogio?” I found myself zoning out, being snapped back to consciousness by the sound of a familiar voice. I looked up to see Bruno standing in the doorway, he gave a soft smile, “are you doing ok? You seem to be zoning out” he asked, making his way fully into my office. 

“It’s just… boring work,” I sighed in response, and he gave me a sympathetic look. But the moment was interrupted by another one of the employees. 

“Excuse me,” Pannacotta pushed her way past Bruno to get to my desk with a stack of at least 30 papers in a folder. She looked to be in a rush, placing the folder on my desk, as she talked a mile a minute about the papers and a whole story regarding what happened to the papers, even though they weren’t late. She probably just needed to ramble. 

She stood over my desk as he finished ranting, looking back out towards the office, “I should get back to work. I have a lot of stuff to work on after that delay. Maybe you could give the accounting department less work, you are the boss after all.” 

“The amount of work I give you is out of my control, I need the accounting done, so the accounting department has to do it,” I reply.  

She huffs in frustration, “it was worth a try,” she leaned down kissing my forehead, “I’ll talk to you later.” She waved goodbye leaving the office. 

I couldn’t help my eyes from wandering, I looked over at Bruno to see him look away when Pannacotta kissed my forehead. He looked almost ashamed or disgusted maybe. I don’t think it was disgust, I know Bruno would never have any issues with any relationships I was in. At least he hasn’t shown that he had any issues. 

My concern is growing as he stares at the floor when Panni leaves. "Bruno?” I said, feeling as though the roles were reversed from just early, Bruno was zoning out now. He slowly looks up at me, “Yes?” He said with unease, trying to act normal. 

“Is something wrong, you have a weird expression,” I said. His eyes widened, like a deer in headlights, though that was an overused saying. “Do I?” he said, bringing a hand up to his face, rubbing his cheek, as though to smooth out the expression that had already left his face. “That probably looked rude…” Bruno paused for a second, “... It just -seeing you and Panna got me thinking, I guess.” 

“About what,” I inquired. 

“That's uh- would you like to come over?” Bruno said. Was he changing the topic on me? I open my mouth to speak but Bruno begins to talk again noticing my confusion. “I can only explain if you come over,” He says quickly. 

And now I’m even more perplexed, but nonetheless, I agree to go over after work. I tell him I have to make a stop at Mista and Narancia's apartment to get something, but that’s a lie I just need someone to talk to about this. 

Bruno leaves my office in an anxious scurry, Burying his face in his work. I don't think I have ever seen him that nervous before. 

I drive to Narancia and Mista's apartment with Panni since Trish is also there. I had already told her about the weird encounter, but the others need to know too. I just have a strange feeling about this, I’m not sure if it’s positive or negative. 

The three of them look at me and I’m clearly worried. Panni has a comforting hand resting on my shoulder, as the others try and understand the situation.

“Ok, so let me get this straight. You're freaking out because Bruno asked you to go over? That's not out of the ordinary for him to do,” Guido talks with his arm dangling over the side of the couch.

“No,” I shake my head, “It’s about how he was acting beforehand,” They look at me, begging me to continue, “ I feel like he hates me, or this relationship and I know It’s just my nerves getting the better of me, but I just…” I bring my knees up to my chest and hide my face. I don't even want to go anymore, but I promised him I would be there and maybe nothing would happen at all and they just wanted to hang out with me. But of course, my mind went to the worst situation.

The others try and comfort me with soft touches, telling me that Bruno doesn't hate me. When  Trish speaks up, “Why do you immediately go to the negative, you know what I thought when you told me this,” she leaned closer to me looking me in the eyes, “I think he’s trying to ask you out.” 

I audibly squeaked and jumped in my chair. “NoNoNoNo, it can’t be that,” I stammer, my face turning beet red at the thought. 

“Why not?” she says, “You know what I always say, If you think good things will  happen they will.”

I nod in agreement, I keep her statement in my mind, but I really don’t believe it’s that simple. I grab my stuff and leave. 

While Bruno probably doesn't hate me, he’s definitely not going to ask me out.

I was stuffed in the middle, between Leone and Bruno. It felt so weird like I was intruding on something. But at least now I know Bruno doesn't hate me. 

Leone leaned over pouring some more tea in my cup, his long silver hair fell from behind his ear down onto his face. He sat back down on the couch, and it sank towards him forcing me to bump shoulders with him. Instead of complaining he just smiled at the contact, something weird is happening here. He would never let that kind of thing slide without some sort of playful augment. I honestly start to think I should start arguing with him just to be back to some sort of normalcy. Was Bruno putting him up to this? 

Speaking of Bruno, his hand rested on my knee as he got up leaving for a second. The entire time he was gone Leone didn’t take his eyes off me, like if he did I would disappear. When Bruno got back he had a platter of biscuits, the good kind, the more expensive ones that I really like. Neither of them were people for sweets, there's no plausible reason for them to get these if not for me or Panni who also likes these kinds. I was flattered but why spend all that money if they weren't going to eat them themselves. 

I didn’t want to seem rude, I also really wanted one. I took the biscuit and drank my tea. The two men watched for my reaction when I gave a pleased face in response to the biscuit melting in my mouth, they then also took a sip of their own tea. I felt so dotted after like a princess, would this be what it would be like to date these two? I could get used to that. Not that that would ever happen.  

“Giorno?” Bruno called my name in his sweet voice, “I’m… Sorry about the way I acted early today, I know it probably looked weird,” Bruno put carefully. Leone sat on the side, his eyes finally off of me, looking towards his boyfriend. “But, you gotta understand, I…-there's something we wanted to ask you.” 

At his mention of the word ‘we’ I turned my head to look at Leone, but he just looked back at me. Was he blushing? There was a slight red around his nose that wasn’t there before. Am I overthinking this? Or am I understanding this? Maybe Trish was right and they are trying to ask me out. But maybe I’m just looking too much into it. 

Bruno looks a little nervous, he's fidgeting with his hands and he’s biting the tip of his tongue with his canine -a nervous habit of his. His boyfriend took over talking for him, “Well, we… We really like you, a lot. And we don’t know if you feel the same. But if you do…” he trails off. 

I was in shock. I didn’t know what to say, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open trying to process. My brain finally caught up and I could feel my face heat up. “...ah, wait, seriously. I mean, I also like you. I am way over flattered at this. Uh, but…” 

“You can take all the time you need to figure things out,” Bruno took over talking again.

“Huh? No, it's not that. I just didn’t think that you two would actually ask me out.”

(Brunos POV)

“Why wouldn’t we? We would be honored to date you” I said, it came out much more sensual than intended. But god, did it make Giorno flustered. She looked so cute. I am sure Leo agreed, he looked at her with this look of adoration. 

“Date?” Leo asked, “We haven't even gotten a yes from her yet.” Leo looked to Giorno for the answer. 

“OF COURSE IT'S A YES,” Giorno stressed, mildly angry that he even bothered to ask that. I found this hilarious and started laughing, but also out of joy because Giorno is my Girlfriend. 

I hear Giorno gasp, “if we’re dating can I call you Leo?”

“No,” Leo responds plainly. 

I’m kind of disappointed he said no. “Why not it would be so cute,” I beg. 

Leo changes his answer, “later.” Giorno smiled really big. Even at the thought that at some point she’ll be able to call him by the cute nickname. 

“Oh I should call the others with the good news I’ll be back in a minute.” Giorno leaves standing in the doorway of the kitchen. You can hear her talk. She doesn’t try to hide her excitement. You can’t hear the others but I can only assume from her reaction that they are positive. She was such a quiet and closed-off girl when I first met her, it’s nice to see how much she’s grown even in the year and a half I’ve known her. 

“Are you sure you’re not weirded out that I’m dating other people,” Giorno said apprehensively, walking back into the room. Putting her phone into her pocket before sitting back between us. 

Leo scoffs, “I don’t think we would have asked you out if we were.” He had a good point. Giorno smiled and nodded understandably. 

Well, better get this conversation over with, “speaking of the others,” I say. Leo's face looks shocked, but he calms down realizing that this had to happen. I continue to speak, “well, we also really like the other-” 

“-Really!” Giorno squeaks, cutting me off. She then covers the stupid grin that formed on her face out of embarrassment, her face was still incredibly pink, “I’m sorry.” she didn’t look sorry, she looked as happy as ever. “I was honestly hoping you would say that, I’ll be like your wing women.”

Leo huffed, “are you serious?” he said moderately disappointed in her. 

“Fine then, I won’t help you,” Giorno literally turned her back on him. 

I laughed at them, “I think what Leo is trying to say is that we don’t need your help.”

“Mm, getting arrogant, aren’t we? I’m just saying I obviously have information that you don’t have.” She is so manipulative. I swear in another life she's gotta be like a mafia boss or something. We should be glad she doesn't use this skill for evil.

Leo has the same concerned/slightly disturbed face as me, “what information? That sounds so suspicious.” 

“Well just between you and me,” she pointed at both of us, “The others also like you.”

Well, that's good news to hear.

(Abbachio Pov) 

Narancia was over after school, as they usually were. Bruno and I live closest after all. so it’s easier just to walk to our place. And we both don’t mind at all having him over. He was busy talking about god knows what, they changed the topic every minute, I’m not sure how he had that much to talk about. First, they talked about their school day, then about one of their friends, then about when they would go home, then about this new game he got that they're gonna play with Mista. And he just kept going. It was rather cute. He would look over at me every once in a while to see my reactions and if I was paying attention. I wasn’t necessarily listening to his speech but watching his face, the way it glowed and lit up as he talked. 

It was distracting, I almost forgot that I was just waiting for Bruno to come home so he could take Narancia back to his own house. Narancia stopped mid-sentence to look outside the window seeing Bruno's car pull up. Even Sticky raised his head beside me to see what was happening, Bruno entered the door and sticky’s tail started to wag furiously, slapping me in the thigh. 

Bruno leaned down to plant a kiss on my forehead and Narancia just watched with this look of longing. The way his eyes softened and lower lip popped out slightly to pout. 

I look over at Bruno who is now petting the dog and back at Narancia who is talking to Bruno about their day with that cute excited expression on their face. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Bruno, can I talk to you for a second?” I say sitting up quickly, walking to the kitchen. Bruno apologized to the other boy and followed me. 

Both of our voices were kept hushed, “what’s wrong?” Bruno asked. I slumped over the counter and put my head in my hands. I felt Bruno’s hand on my back. 

“He’s too cute,” I practically whimper, god that’s embarrassing. 

I hear Bruno giggle from behind me, “that’s what you're so distraught about.” I shoot him a dirty look. He defends himself, wavering his hands, “I’m not judging you, I agree… so, do you wanna try?” He asked me, now rubbing my back.

I agreed. We talked about this for a couple of seconds longer but we didn’t want to keep Narancia waiting so we made a plan and went back to the living room. 

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Bruno gently smiled. Narancia had kept themself busy with Sticky, the dog was on his side as Narancia pet his belly. Sticky rolled back over to go see Bruno when he came back into the room. He kneeled down rubbing Sticky on the sides of the face right where he liked it. “Is there anything you want? Something to drink? Eat?” he asked. He was way better at this cramming talk than I was, he even made that sound flirtatious. “It doesn't seem like Leone offered you anything.” Was he slandering me? 

“I did, he said he didn’t want anything. Right Nara?” I defend myself. I don’t usually use nicknames so I think it has more effect when I do it. 

Narancia nodded, “ya, I still don’t really want anything right now. But if I do I could just get it myself, I know where everything is in this house anyway.” 

“That’s true, you are over here quite often,” I say almost as if thinking to myself. 

“Uh… ya, because it’s close to my school.” Narancia seemed awkward, were they picking up on me and Bruno. Bruno had made his way over to the couch sitting on the sofa, while I was still in the armchair. 

“Narancia, don’t be a stranger, get off the floor and come sit,” Bruno patted the spot beside him. Narancia followed sitting down, sitting much closer to Bruno than would be considered normal, their face was starting to turn red. I smile to myself, knowing what Bruno was going to do next. He’s not a very patient man.

I still can’t get over it, my thoughts from earlier. Narancia is cute and handsome and utterly ridiculous in every sense of the word. And I would never admit this out loud, but I really want to kiss him, all over, on the lips on the forehead on every single one of his figures. I’m even judging myself on how cringy that sounds. And also… There aren’t many people that I can say this about, but these people that I have found myself in friendships and romances in, well, I truly love them.

“Narancia?” Bruno asked, bringing his face closer to him to get in his line of sight, “What do you feel towards us?” Narancia's face went bright red, he looked around at me, looking for an answer to what Bruno Was saying. Are we freaking him out? Giorno did say they also liked us.

Before we could do anything else, they stumbled out a mix of ‘I’ and ‘uh’ before briskly standing up, “I have to go.” He grabbed his backpack rushing out of the front door, presumably walking the half an hour to Pannacotta's house. 

Well, we made a mistake. 

(Narancia Pov) 

I’m still a little shaken up by what happened. Not that I don’t want that, but I- for lack of a better phrase- gay panicked. I don’t want to think about it too much, but I basically just started dating Giorno, Trish and Guido, doesn’t it feel rushed? I do want to be in a relationship with them, really. Maybe I’m just worried things won’t turn out well. 

When am I the one to worry about and overthink every detail, who am I Panna? I look over at her, she's beside me in bed, with the side lamp on as she reads. Giorno is on the other side of me already curled up for bed, her cheek pressed against my shoulder. She basically hasn’t let go of me since I told them what happened. 

They were all supportive saying things like ‘I didn’t need to go into anything I wasn’t ready for’. Really they were too nice. I’m too tired to be thinking like this and I have school tomorrow. I'll sort this stuff out later, I guess.

I cuddled more into Giorno and try to coax Panna into bed as well, but she declines saying she wanted to read for a little longer. Hopefully, she doesn't stay up too late reading, like she has done way too many times before.

And with that, I drift off into sleep.

I woke up in the comfort of my bed. My bed? No, it wasn’t my bed, It was bigger and softer, It wasn’t my room either. Is this a dream? The sun wasn’t even up and the half-moon shone through the opened window, letting the early autumn air make its way through the room. My head rested on something that wasn’t a pillow, I shifted my head upwards to see what was ahead of me, and if I wasn’t aware of the fact that this was my dream I would have screamed. 

My head was resting on the chest of a sleeping leone, I could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest. His hair was tied in a messy bun, I remember seeing him with this hairstyle when I came really early in the morning, he had just woken up. His face was soft and makeupless, as a soft snore left his lips. 

One of his hands rested on my back and my eyes followed the other, it rested underneath his boyfriend's head, he slept on his side facing leone. He let out a soft groan and turned his face into Leone’s hand. Is this what Leone gets to see every day? God, I’m jealous. His arms and body were entangled with Giorno’s. Her face was nestled into Bruno’s chest, one of Bruno's hands was intertwined with her hair, it was loose except for a forgotten bobby pin in her bangs. One of Giogio’s legs was wrapped around Bruno, but she was just close enough to have her back pressed up against my side. 

Well, if these three were here? I flipped my head over to see what was on the other side, and just as I had expected, I saw Pannacotta, Guido, and Trish. Panna had her head resting on Leone's large bicep, which I’m sure was soft and squishy when he wasn’t flexing it. Leone was honestly just one big pillow at this point. Pannacotta’s hair looked so soft as it sprawled out over the ‘pillow’, her cheek was squished against Leone and it made her have a sort of pout, even when she slept she furrowed her eyebrows, all of it together made for a very cute expression. I wanted to take a picture of it. 

Behind her, Guido and Trish have wrapped up with each other, spooning. To my surprise, Trish was acting as big spoon and Guido was little spoon. So cute, I need to see this in real life. Trish’s head reached just up to the back of the taller man's neck and her arms tangled around his large frame. Guido just seemed to sink into her, he also looked cute when he slept. He wasn’t wearing a hat either, so the tight curls on his head were exposed, his hair was starting to get longer and some of the strands began to fall onto his forehead. Guido's one arm was draped over Panna’s waist and his other hand had been enclosed in Leone's much larger one. 

This was nice, I felt so calm and at peace, curled up with the people I love most in the world. I fell asleep. Even though I was already asleep since this was a dream. 

But then I woke up, it felt so different from the dream. My alarm was blaring and Giorno and Panna who had spent the night here had already left for work. It felt rather cold and lonely. I really wanted that dream to be reality. 

Like, really bad.

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(Narancia’s pov) 

The teacher was babbling on about something I didn’t have the mind to pay attention to at the moment. I was too wrapped up in my own brain, I couldn’t stop thinking about that dream. Everything about it made my heart flutter, I wanted to be with all of them together so badly. 

What should I do? Should I just let it take its course? But what if Bruno and Leone think I don’t like them after I literally ran away from their advances, a very poor life decision on my part. Or should I intervene and ask them out. But for my dream to come true all of my other partners have to agree. I mean, they also like them, so it’s not like they wouldn’t agree. 

And, Panna said, “if the opportunity arises where you get asked out or you ask them out then go for it, just tell us after the fact. Because we all agree that we want to date Leone and Bruno.” 

So technically if I ask them out it would be fine as well. That’s what I’ll do then, I’ll ask them out on all of our behalves.

——-

I tell the others about the dream, in as much detail as possible. They looked like they had just experienced this dream, they all had giddy grins on their faces. Guido and I ended up cuddling on the couch.

Giorno sat on the chair beside the couch where Guido had my head squeezed between his biceps. 

“Are you going to tell them how you feel?” Giorno asked. 

I thought for a second, “I mean, I want to. But what if they don’t anymore?” I voice my concern. 

“Oh, trust me they still like you a lot.” I forget that Giorno probably talks to them about us, she would know better than anyone. Giorno continued, “Well he’s inviting all of us over for the weekend, why don’t you tell them how you really feel.” 

—-----

(Bruno pov)

I’m so excited to finally have everyone over again, it’s been too long. We’ve all been too busy and there has been some weird tension as of late. I mean we are all interested in each other, it’s a given. 

But, I’m happy we can get past that for a second and just hang out like we used to. Even the weird stuff about it. 

“Ok, so I had a thought, Panna you're going to need to help me on this one,” Guido begins to speak- never a good thing. “So, in the number pi, there is every single number combination to exist and it goes on forever.” He looks at Pannacotta who nods. 

Guido continued, “so in theory, because every letter can be assigned a number, you could have every single pie recipe inside of pi.” 

There was a moment of silence, Panna looked a little stunned at the fact that he actually knew pi theory. 

“Is that true,” Narancia half-whispered to her. “Theoretically,” Panna said in return 

Leo was thinking, “well, if that’s the case, then you could have any sort of literature inside of pi. The entire Percy Jackson series, some 12-year-old girls shitty one direction fanfiction, literally everything you have ever said in your entire life, everything that has and everything that will be written is inside of pi.” 

“Well that went from 0 to 100 very fast,” Guido said. 

Usually, Narancia is the first to join in on these weird topics, but he kept quiet, not really engaging at all. I’ve been worried about him all week ever since we tried to ask him out. I’m worried that we scared him. I really like Narancia, Leo and I both. 

But I’m mostly concerned because Giorno did say that they all also like us. So I find it odd that he rejected our advances, honestly, Narancia’s the last one I expected to do something like that. Their such a bubbly loving guy was never one to worry about things. That’s why I’m so concerned. 

No need to exert all my energy into overthinking. I should just enjoy myself. But, I hope Narancia is ok.

—-----

(Fugo pov)

Something is wrong, It’s too quiet. Narancia’s not talking. They’re barely paying attention at all. Is this still about the dream? 

He finally looked up from his lap and stared at Bruno. He looks so distraught. I know he really loves him, but Narancia is smart enough to know that they haven't lost their chances with him. Their face turned from less zoned out to more giddy. 

What is this idiot planning?

—--

(Narancia pov)

The room went quiet, not in the abrupt ‘something happened’ kind of way but in the conversation faded out, kind of way. 

It was my time to shine. 

I’m a little nervous. Because this could either be the best day of my life or the worst day of my life, depending on how they take it. I probably should have talked to my partners. But Panna did say to take the opportunity when it arises. And the opportunity has arisen. 

“Uh, can I say something,” I said, weirdly putting up my hand. The others give a nod, but Panna looks at me judgingly. Does she already know what I’m doing? Has she figured it out? 

If she had, she doesn’t try to stop me. She lets me speak. 

I take a deep breath and start my very unplanned speech, “So I’ve been thinking lately.” I can feel Guido resisting the urge to say ‘that’s a first’. “ and I’m going to expose some of you, including myself. But we all know we like each other, it’s not a secret. So why don’t we move past this stupid courting thing and just - I’m making a formal statement me, of asking you out, I guess. I don’t know if the others will agree. But they probably will. So, ya. That’s it.” 

I sat back down and waited. 

—-------

(Fugo pov)

Is he serious? he can’t just speak for all of us. While it’s true, I didn’t want them to say it out loud. I thought they were just going to ask Bruno and Leone out. But he really just re-asked us out and then and asked out Leone and Bruno for us. I never agreed to that. 

I take my attention off of Narancia to look at Giorno. She has a small smile on her face, a strong look of hope and adoration. Did she plan this? 

“Narancia, that's not exactly what I meant by asking them out. But it works nonetheless. Of course only if the others agree,” she said, still looking at Narancia with that stupid expression. 

And the others agreed. Narancia takes a big sigh of relief and relaxes into the couch. It is more efficient to just do it now but-

“Panni?” Giogio pulls me out of my thoughts, “you're very quiet? Are you saying no right now?” She asked in such a calm voice I almost wasn’t mad anymore. 

Bruno spoke up, “you never have to do anything you don’t want to, now or ever. No one here is forcing you to say yes to Narancia’s idea.” 

“But that’s not what I’m saying,” I say in a rush to get my point across, “ I just- I didn’t know he was doing that. Narancia did not tell me they were doing any of this.” My anger was definitely showing now. But you can’t just keep me out of the loop like that. 

“And you think we knew?” Trish said. “None of us knew they were doing this except for Narancia himself.” 

None of them knew, at all. They were just so quick to agree I assumed - never mind. 

“Sorry about not running the idea with you first but I didn’t even know I was actually doing it until I got here.” He confessed, “so? Is it a yes? No? Maybe? Not yet? Unsure?” 

“Well, of course, it’s a yes. I was just surprised, I guess.” 

“Well that was easier than expected,” Narancia said. 

“Shut up.”

———-

(Giorno pov)

Narancia was right. That was easier than expected. Considering that I thought this courting would go on forever. 

And well, Narancia's dream is coming true. Except a little different and on the couch. But we cuddled. 

Guido was already asleep with Trish’s legs over his. Panna was squished between Trish’s back and Leone’s side trying to read, she didn’t seem too bothered. Narancia had calmed Leone and curled into his chest. And I was squeezed between Nara and Bruno who practically hugged the life out of me. 

This was nice. I can’t wait for my future if these are the people I get to spend the rest of my life with. 

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(Fugo Pov) 

It hadn't felt like a year yet. But here we were, Narancias graduation. The auditorium was filled with people, friends and family of the graduating class. I’m happy that I get to be here, and I’m sure the others are too. Narancia worked so hard for this, and despite everything, they're still graduating, albeit a couple of years late. They were calling people alphabetically from their last names, so it didn’t take too long for them to call on Narancia. 

We all watched him walk across the stage as we cheered him on, the other families clapped as well, more so as a formality. He was handed his paper and he held it up above his head with the happiest look on his face, smiling toward us and pointing at it as if to say, ‘I DID IT.’

He didn’t even bother with the stairs, jumping off the side of the stage and running towards us. Attempting to fit us all into one big hug. 

“I did it, I did it, you see,” he point at the certificate again, “I graduated, I fucking graduated. Take that to ANYONE who ever called me stupid. Because I’m not stupid anymore, I graduated high school.” At this point, they were just rambling to themselves. “See Panna look at that.” they pointed to their name on the sheet of paper. Narancia gave me a hug that nearly squeezed the life out of me. 

“Is that it, really so it's just over?” leone asked, considering the fact that Narancia was only on stage for maybe 30 seconds, it's a little bit underwhelming for such a big event. 

“Ya, unless we want to stay for awards, but I didn’t win anything so we can just go now. Oh, wait, I gotta go find my friends first, one second.” We watched Narancia leave to find his friends and then come back within a couple of minutes. 

We had left the building and headed back home. 

(Bruno pov) 

We started to drive home. 

Of course, not without all of us smoothing Naranca in kisses. But I couldn’t help it. I was just so proud, I’m sure the others were too. And after everything that’s happened, I’m so glad we get to be here to witness and celebrate this day together, especially as a couple.

This past year has moved fast with everything that's happened. Not just the fact that we started dating but everything after that as well. I mean, trying to figure out the relationship was hard as it is. But then Giorno resigned from her position as boss leaving me to take over the branch. Then we bought a house together, which was a whole other mess. And of course the passing of my dog Sticking fingers. Though since then everything has settled and things have gone back to normal. And now sticking figures the second has been brought into the family.

I’m happy things turned out this way. As weird as it is to date 6 other people. 

(Trish pov)

Guido and I were in the kitchen, cooking what Nara wanted to eat. Guido was over the counter cutting vegetables, shamelessly moving his hips to the music that played on the speaker. He turned his head around, “Trish? Can you get one of the pans and put it on the stove.” 

“Do you want me just to get Narancia?” I said. Guido pauses for a second, thinking about what I just said, then laughs when he got it, “pff, pansexual joke, I get it. That's funny.” 

We were almost finished cooking Guido starts to cook the vegetables on the stove. 

“Thanks for all your help, Trish.” He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. A kiss much longer than should have been, of course, I didn’t mind, but I would have minded if our food was burnt.

(Giorno pov) 

Trish had come out of the kitchen looking at the large enclosure that currently housed Moody Blues. Trish was seeming to look for the reptile which was most likely hidden under the greenery. As of last year, you won’t catch Trish dead doing that, she tended to try and ignore the more unsavory animals our bunch had, Including Gold experience. But since moving in she’s forced herself to become more comfortable around some of them. Specifically, Aerosmith and the sex pistols, who she actually likes now. But still, you can’t get her to hold Moody or GE (must not be a reptile person). Though as expected she's still utterly terrified of purple haze, she held the spider once and nearly passed out during the process. 

“Ok, so.” Guido started out of nowhere. This usually meant that he was about to say something…weird. “I’ve been thinking, if everyone had boobs, then would trans guys still want top surgery?”

Leone looks at him with the strangest look, “Why do these thoughts cross your mind? It’s honestly concerning.” 

(Leone pov)

Dinner was going to take a couple more minutes. And somehow, I found myself with Narancia half on the couch half on my lap, in a sort of kiss/makeout. I’m not complaining, not in the slightest. His lips are soft and he’s still wearing his dress shirt and tie, though the tie had been loosened and now hung a little. My hands were in his short thick hair, he smiled as I rubbed his head. 

I felt like I was being watched by someone, understandable, there are 5 others in here aside from me and Nara. I open one of my eyes to see Giorno standing in front of us. She has a small pout on her face as she says, “Your hogging Narancia.” 

As a reasonable person who wants to keep kissing his partner, I flip her off. She was quiet for a second before hearing her call, “Bruno, Leones being mean.”

(Guido pov)

“Dinners ready,” I called. In a matter of seconds, everyone was at the table, already serving out food. With idle chatter. I never thought I would be the type for domestic relationships. But here I am, Getting butterflies in my stomach just because I’m around the people I love. I never thought I could ever be so in love. 

All of us, just eating together, what a stupid thing to hold so close. But I really love these people. 

I guess I had been zoning out. Because I snap back into the middle of a conversation. One that I don’t have much context for. 

Narancia says, “so, you're telling me a shrimp fried this rice-“ they finished the sentence but were mostly cut off by Pannacotta grabbing their collar. 

And she yelled,” I swear to GOD, NARANCIA if you say that ONE MORE TIME. I will RIP YOU IN TWO.” Narancia giggled, half nervous, half he genuinely found it funny. 

Trish looked down at her plate and muttered, “it’s just normal rice?” 

(Narancia pov)

Man, today was tiring. In a good way. But I’m ready for bed and cuddles. I entered the bedroom, Guido was already asleep and Leone was just getting into bed as well. The bed we had was huge, it took forever to find something this big and it was pretty expensive. But it fits all seven of us and that's what matters. 

Bruno comes up behind me and tilts my head to give me a kiss. He then slips into bed beside Leone. I jump into bed practically on top of Bruno, who holds me tight in his arms, kissing me once more and whispering, “Goodnight, Narancia. I love you.”

Shortly after Trish gets into bed too, but she goes to the other side and squeezes herself between Guido and Leone, sleeping against leones broad chest. She gets cold easily, so she sleeps lodged in between the two warmest people. And just before I was about to doze off, Panna and Giogio came in. Giogio leaned over me and kissed my cheek before she and Panna curled up with their arms wrapped around each other. I took one last look at them as I watched Giogio kiss Panna on the nose with a giggle and with that, I fell asleep.

I couldn't have asked for anything more perfect than this