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Fugo and Giorno have always been more secluded. Fugo, always being more focused on studying than having fun - due to their parent’s demands. And Giorno, having to keep up the Brando family's reputation; always too busy with business and can’t be seen doing anything ‘unprofessional.’ Both being teenagers but acting like adults.
So, when Narancia and Mista heard they had never been to an arcade. They made it their sworn duty to make sure their lovers had the time of their lives.
Around 5 pm they pulled up to the ‘80s style arcade in Mista's busted pickup truck. The arcade was actually put in 3 years ago but still looked like it was from the ’80s. The building was reasonably large with its own horrible pizzeria inside, in which they were definitely going to eat at for the “whole arcade experience,” said Narancia.
Giorno hopped out of the backseat, his shoes clicked against the ground, the bright pink sheer top’s ruffles blew in the wind. Giorno always looked so high class even in their “casual” clothes, it was a miracle Giorno’s dad allowed him leave the house revealing so much skin.
There was a bright array of colours between the four of them; they’ll fit in perfectly with the arcade. Narancia wore a multicoloured neon windbreaker that made a ‘swish’ sound whenever he moved. Fugo wore a knitted vest and light blue jeans with heart-shaped holes in them, they were their favourite, their grandma got them for them. Mista had his usual crop-top skinny jean combo on. It was a good choice and always seemed to look good on him.
It wasn’t as busy on weekdays, so while there were a few people in the arcade it wasn’t too crowded. There were only a few people on staff, mostly teens, similar ages to them. This means they would only be less likely to get in trouble for goofing off.
There was a girl at the ticket booth who definitely looked like she didn’t want to be there. She spoke in a low tone not even trying to act happy - obviously, her manager wasn’t around, “Welcome to Uptown arcade” uptown was the name of the place “It’s €7 per person.”
Giorno insisted on paying and after no less than 5 minutes of arguing amongst themselves, Giorno handed the money over to the counter. It wasn’t her money anyways, it was money his father gave him.
They got their buckets a quarter way full of coins to use on the various games and made it to the center of the place. The entire place was cast in purple lighting making the white parts of their clothes glow, what stood out the most was Fugos hair. Their platinum hair - curly bangs pulling in the front and the rest tied off with an elastic at the back, glowed a sort of blue colour under the light.
The other 3 stared in amazement, either at the fact that their hair was white enough to glow like that or that they looked pretty, almost like an angle - if it weren’t for the usual stern look on their face. But Narancia couldn’t help but laugh. Fugo’s eyes shot up from their bucket to Narancia, their face turned into a scowl now that they knew Narancia was laughing at them and they couldn't fathom why.
“Fugo,” Narancia snickered, bringing up his hand to point at Fugo.“Your hair,” Fugo had no idea what Narancia was talking about. They pulled a hand full of their hair forward to get a look at it, their face quickly turned from confusion to shock.
Narancia continued to laugh histariclly, their face turning red as they wheezed. Giorno and Mista quickly fell prey to the laughing fit and joined in.
“Stop laughing! I can’t help the fact that my hair’s white, so shut up!”Fugo clearly tried to suppress a yell, but it didn’t exactly work.
Giorno took a deep breath recovering from her fit of giggles, “No, Fugo I’m laughing because I find it cute.” Fugo's face twisted and turned red like a beet. “But I think it’s cuter when you flush. ”Somehow their face got redder, and it spread down their neck like an infection. they rushed over to Mista - the only one who wasn’t making fun of them and pressed their face to the taller man's shoulder.
“Whatever, we got a date to get on with,” Fugo grumbled, not facing anyone, still trying to conceal their face.
Narancia and Mista practically laid on top of each other after a particularly hard match of ‘dance dance revolution.’ It was their fault for picking the highest difficulty on the hardest song in the game.
Mista let out one last huff, “who won? ”He looked up at Fugo who was looking at the screen. But before there was a response Mista stopped them, “Wait there needs to be a reward, or it’s not fun. What should it be?”Mista looked to Narancia for the answer.
He thought for a second, thinking hard with his hand on his chin. The gears kept moving and then they had their idea, “I got it. The reward should be...,” they paused for dramatic effect. “A kiss from Fugo and Giorno.”He was so sure he would win.
“That’s not a good reward,” Giorno said from his spot behind Fugo. This made everyone turn heads in confusion, did they not want a kiss?
Giorno continued after seeing their concern, “What I'm saying is you’re allowed to kiss me anytime you want. So, it’s not really a reward if all you have to do is ask.”
“That’s sweet and all, Giogio,” Mista spoke, leaving Fugo and Narancia with red faces. “And I will definitely take you up on that. But I just want a kiss from my two gorgeous lovers and then I can rub it in Narancia's face.”
Narancia was quick to respond, “Ha, as if you’d win. It’s gonna be me getting a kiss from the two cuties.”
“Will you two shut up and stop bickering so I can actually tell you who won,” Fugo said, completely done with Mista and Narancias shenanigans.
Narancia sighed, “fine fine, alright Fugo you have the floor.” Narancia began to drum on their thigh with his pointer fingers, “Drumroll, and the winner is…”
“-ME!!”
“-Mista”
“WHAT, MISTA?” Narancia stood up from his place on the floor and moved to see the screen in one not-so-clean movement. “No way, that’s not possible.”
Mista slung his arm around Narancias shoulders, “I told you I would win, dude. Now… about that kiss.”Mista grinned with excitement.
Mista let go of Narancia, moving to wrap his hands around Fugo’s waist. Mista tried to be as gentle as possible, light whispered touches of his calloused hands. He leaned in closer pressing his lips to Fugos, not aggressive but firm. Lasting about 5 seconds, savouring but not overbearing. Then pulling away with a ‘smooch’ sound.
Mista turned his attention to Narancia and said, “No kiss for you because you lost,” then faced Giorno and with the wide smirk said, “Giorno,” he smiles softly in return.
In an instant Giorno was pulled into Mista, their chests touch and Mistas hand went up to Giorno’s chin. Mista led her chin up to look at him and their eyes locked for a moment or two before Giorno took initiative and lifted their heels off the ground to meet Mista’s lips. It lasted only a little longer than Fugo’s kiss, but he still loved both all the same.
He reluctantly pulled away from Giorno and put his hands on his hips in a broad pose, facing the rest of the arcade.
“Alright what are we gonna do next? I think we should play ‘street fighter’, it’s a classic. Did you know that…” Mista's voice faded as he walked away from the group, leaving Fugo, Narancia, and Giorno behind.
Without Mista there, Giorno whispered something into Fugo's ear. A great idea. A really really great idea.
“Hey, Mista, wait up,” Narancia said from in front of them, but before he could run off to catch up with Mista, Fugo pulled them back by the hood of their windbreaker. Fugo on his right and Giorno on his left. They both placed a firm kiss on his cheeks. And with nothing else ran off to Mista, leaving Narancia stunned.
After a few matches of one vs one games, they found out that Fugo was relatively good at them - mostly by just slamming buttons. But unlike Fugo, Giorno absolutely sucked and lost every match.
After giving up on the one vs one games, they split up into pairs of two to try and cover more ground so they can win more tickets.
Fugo and Narancia went off on their own and so did Giorno and Mista.
While walking around something caught Giorno's eye. A claw machine, filled to the brim with cute animal plushies: lions, bears, cows, pigs, sheeps…Giorno was in love, she needed one.
He looked over to Mista who wasn’t paying attention and tugged on his sleeve. “Mista,” Giorno said quietly. He brought a hand up to point at the claw machine. Mista’s eyes followed along with them and when he saw what was being pointed out to him, he grinned. This was his chance to show off how cool of a boyfriend he was, by winning Giorno a cute plush. It was his time to shine.
“You want one?” Mista asked, already knowing the answer. Giorno nodded. You could tell at this moment Giorno's sanity went out the window, all that mattered to him was getting one of those plushies. He doesn’t care if it didn’t get him any tickets or if they wasted all their coins on it, she just wanted one.
“Well, as your loving boyfriend it is my duty to win one for you,” he said placing a hand over his heart like it was some kind of pledge. “Which one do you want?” He asked as they approached the machine.
Giorno thought for a moment, “the lion, I think they’re cute.”
Mista laughed with confidence, “alright, get ready because you're going to have a new stuffed lion.”
After about 5 tries and getting a bear and a cow - Mista completely throwing the 4th try, saying the lion would explode. Mista finally gets the lion plush, it fell down the shoot and into the lower part to collect it. Mista knelt and pushed the flap to pull out the lion.
He stood up and bowed with the small lion in his hands, “your lion, my prince.”
Giorno giggled at Mista and took the lion placing it on his palms to admire it. “Thank you,” she said courteously, matching Mista’s performance.
Mista was quickly drawn into a hug. He thinks it was supposed to be a tight hug, but Giorno wasn’t that strong and they didn’t want to hurt anyone - even though it would be hard to hurt someone with a hug.
They stayed like that for a few minutes. Whitney Houston played over the radio and Mista couldn’t help but hum along. Giorno clearly thought it was funny because he giggled a bit from the crook of Mistas neck.
“Alright, what should we do next?” Mista asked, opening his arms up again to let Giorno escape. But Giorno stayed glued in place, her arms wrapped tighter around Mista’s waist.
“Uh, Giorno? Come on, we can cuddle later with the other two. How does that sound?”Mista looked down and Giorno let out a disappointed ‘ok’ and let go.
“We should give the other two Fugo and Narancia,” Giorno said, still holding onto Mista but only his hand this time.
“Mista, your hand is sweaty.”
At the same time, Fugo and Narancia were on the other side of the arcade. They stood at a single-player game, with only one button and a joystick. In the game, you had to jump and move around to jump on platforms while the screen was constantly scrolling up. Narancia had gone first, getting a sizable number of tickets and a fairly high score.
Next up was Fugo, but unlike the other games - In which they were good at, they were awful at this one.
The music on the game over screen played and the game reset, one lonely ticket was fed out of the machine. Fugo was stuck in a state of mere disbelief. They turned over to Narancia who snickered, “You’re doing it all wrong-”
“How can I be doing it wrong? You jump and move the joystick. I was doing it right! It’s the game. It’s broken!”Fugo exclaimed, getting frustrated.
“Hey, come on, It’s no reason to get upset. Here I’ll show you how to do it,” Narancia tried to calm them. But, he was only met by glaring eyes and furrowed brows. Narancia slipped in between Fugo and the machine and looked back up at them, “I would stand behind you but, you’re too tall,” Narancia paused. “Alright… Just put your hands on the controllers and then I’ll put mine on top of yours.”Fugo did what Narancia said, placing their right hand on the joystick and their left on the button. Narancia followed suit, placing their hands on top of Fugos.
Narancia’s hands were warm, but not sweaty like Misats usually were. There was a stark contrast between Fugo’s pale cream skin and Narancia’s mid-toned skin - a light red-brown. You could always tell who’s hand you were holding while cuddling by the colour of the other's skin, whether it be Fugo or Narancia. Or Giorno, whose skin rested at an olive-gold tone. She never got darker in the summer, no matter how much time they spent out in the sun. Or Mista, who had the darkest skin out of the four, a dark taupe tone.
Narancia could really go for some cuddles right now.
“Ok, so you gotta ease into it. If you only wanna move a little, you only have to move the stick a little,” Narancia spoke, sounding mature and knowledgeable. Hard to believe it was about an arcade game.
Fugo sighed, “I hate how you're the one teaching me.”
“Think of it as a repayment for you helping me with school,” Narancia beamed.
“I have been helping you for two years, you’re going to need to do a whole lot more than teach me one game to make up for that.”
“Ya ya, whatever. Are you ready to play?”Narancia pulled one of the coins out of the bucket, and Fugo gave a nod to continue, he slipped to coin in and the game started. Narancia kept their hands on Fugos, though he didn’t do as well as his first round.
They continued to hold hands as they wandered the arcade.
It was about two hours after they first arrived. During this hour they had met up and then separated multiple times, making sure everyone got a chance to have one on one time with the other.
Once they had run out of coins, they had decided it was time to eat. Regretfully, they had decided on eating at the pizza place attached to the arcade - Narancia request. The four of them hesitantly push the door open and walk inside finding a booth to sit at.
The place smelt of really strong tomato sauce, and almost everything in the place was red, except for the floor which was checkered black and white. The place was relatively clean, and the foe leather on the booths was still intact.
It wasn’t a fancy restaurant, so someone had to go up to the counter and order the pizzas. And surely it wasn’t going to be Giorno or Fugo and nobody trusted Narancia to get the orders right, so it was left to Mista. He knew what everyone was going to order; Fugo liked pineapple on theirs, and Giorno liked vegetarian, Mista himself liked meat-lovers, and Narancia would eat any of the three.
So, Mista went up and ordered. when he got back the three stuffed animals were lined up along the far side of the table - next to the wall, In the following order :Cow, Lion, then Bear. The Lion was Giorno’s, it probably already had a name that the rest would have to memorize and would fail, except for Fugo. Fugo had taken the cow, and Narancia had taken the bear.
Mista had sat back down beside Narancia.
Fugo was speaking with Giorno, getting fairly heated about something “How can the lion be a girl, it has a mane which means it’s male,” Fugo raised their voice pointing at the stuffed lion.
Giorno rebutted, “What if she’s a trans woman? Are you denying her identity because she has a mane?”
Narancia chimed in, “Don’t be transphobic, Fugo.”
“I wasn’t… I’m not… I didn’t mean to,”Fugo hid their face in their arms on the table before lifting their head again, "I’m sorry, Giorno. She’s a very pretty lion.”
“Thank you,” Giorno said proudly with a smile, “What about your cow, Fugo?”
“Oh, um,” Fugo thought for a second, “I think she’s a girl.”
“Oh!” Narancia yelled from the other side of the table like he had something to say, “My bear is definitely non-binary… she/they pronouns.”
Mista was rather quiet until he slammed his hands against the table making everyone jump. “They could be lesbians,” he said with a big smile, “polyamorous lesbians.”
The rest of them strongly agree with this, and Giorno pushes the stuffed animals closer together, only to effeminize the fact.
There was a short moment of silence to indicate a change in topic. It was only brief because Mista knew what he wanted to say but needed time for the last conversation to die down.
“Fugo, Giorno. What do you two think about staying over at my place? Narancia’s already staying over, so I thought I’d ask you too. Plus, I want you to stay over,” Mista rambled, he lowered his voice at the last part.
It wasn’t weird for him to invite the others over. Mista lived with a roommate, who was usually out of the house at his girlfriend’s. If the others' parents allowed it, they would visit or stay the night. Narancia’s “parents” - they were just his guardians (Buccellati and Abbacchio) , were really cool with them staying over. But it was more about Giorno and fugo’s parents.
Dio, Giorno’s father was always skeptical and it all depended on the mood he was in. And Giorno is completely out to his father, so while he knew about the relationship, he also knew Giorno was asexual. Dio always said it was more of a respect thing to not stay over at Mistas place and not about ‘that.’
Fugo’s parents were much different, though they didn’t know about the relationship. For some reason, they didn’t like it when Fugo spent time with Mista - and they only let them spend time with Narancia if they said it was for tutoring. They didn’t mind Giorno, he came from a rich family, but they didn’t like Giorno’s feminine appearance.
Fugo had to do two hours of extra French lessons just to be able to come to the arcade. So, even if they asked, it was probably going to be a strict ‘No.’
Giorno’s eyes lit up at the offer and then spoke, “I’ll have to ask my father first.”
Dio was always a bizarre man. He had Giorno in his later years, so he’s now in his early 60’s. But the man had no idea how to use technology and refused to answer the phone after finding out about scam calls. So, Giorno would have to go home to ask him. She would need to make a stop home anyway if her father said ‘yes’, to get her stuff.
“Not a problem, I got a car for a reason,” he reassured Giorno and then turned to Fugo, “what about you, fugo?”
Fugo was silent, and his face turned to a frown, his eyebrows shifting in tandem. “I don’t want to push my boundaries. It’s a miracle I’m able to be here right now,” Fugo was quiet, keeping his voice down,” and don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothing more than to spend more time with you guys. But I just can’t.”
Giorno slid his arm around Fugo to comfort them, pulling them close and giving Fugo a kiss on the cheek. Fugo smiled into Giorno’s touch and loosened up, unclenching their jaw.
“Well, you never know if you don’t try,” Narancia’s voice rang through the peaceful loving moment and Fugo’s jaw tightened once more, “I’m just saying, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Fugo sat back up and Giorno’s arms slipped from their waist. They took a deep breath in and then out, in an attempt to calm themselves. But their words were no less harsh, “Are you an idiot, I could get grounded or made to do over 5 hours of lessons. I’d rather not risk it.”
“He’s got a point though,” Mista agreed with Narancia,” your mom’s a little looser on those kinds of things, right? So, if your mom picks up the phone, ask her if you can stay over. But if your dad picks up, then tell him… you’ll be home just before 8.”
“Ya, I guess you’re right.” Just as Fugo had finished, the bell at the front desk rang and Mista’s name was called for the pizza.
Narancia stood up before Mista could and climbed over him to get out of the booth. Without saying a word, he bolted towards the counter.
When he came back, he had the pizza. “Who’s ready to eat!” He said with a big smile on his face.
They sat down, and they all ate their pizza, talking about whatever came to mind. Mista went on a tangent, something about how language should be subjective like art, what it was, it was stupid. Narancia, of course, agreed with him, not liking language classes much themselves. Fugo argued with him giving full factual points, which the two refused to acknowledge. And Giorno just sat there enjoying the moment.
Though, the man at the counter had to tell them to be quiet, more than once.
Once they were done with their food, they left the arcade going back to Mistas truck in the parking lot. Giorno sped up a bit, to walk a little ahead of Mista. “I call the front seat,” she said loud enough for Narancia to hear. Because they got the front seat on the way here it was only fair for someone else to have it.
They got in the car, but Mista didn’t turn it on. He turned around to face Fugo and spoke, “So, you gonna call? Or do you just want me to drop you off at home?”Mista cocked his eyebrow.
Fugo let out a sigh like they were holding their breath. They pulled out their phone and pressed a few buttons, then the phone began to ring. Fugo flinched when it stopped ringing and someone picked up.
Their eyes widened and they smiled when the person on the other side spoke.
“Grandma,” they called with glee.
Fugo’s grandmother was the sweetest person you will ever meet and loved Fugo with all her heart. She was sure to let them stay over at Mista’s place, she loved Mista, said he was handsome and gentlemanly - one of those words is not a word the other would use to describe him.
Fugo and their grandma stayed talking on the phone, Fugo had mentioned they were out with friends but neglected to ask if he could stay at Mista’s.
“Oh, right, I almost forgot,” Fugo said, seeming out of nowhere because the others couldn’t hear their grandma’s side. "I was going to ask mom if I could spend the night at a friend’s place, he can drive me home in the morning.”
Their grandma’s voice got louder when she responded, so Narancia - who sat right next to Fugo, could hear her say, “Oh my goodness, yes, of course. I’ll tell your mother, you go have fun with your friends, Panni,”
“Thank you so much… Yes, I will… I love you too, bye grandma, bye.”Fugo lowered the phone from his ear with a big smile on his face.
“That sounded like a yes to me,” Narancia said, lowering his head to place it on Fugo’s shoulder. Fugo smiled even wider, nodding his head and making a small noise of confirmation.
Mista in return started up the car and it buzzed loudly then quieted down. “All right, one down, one more to go. Can I assume you don’t want to go back to your house, Fugo? You already got stuff at my house.”
“Ya, I’m not risking going home,” Fugo said, lowering his smile. The car backed out of the parking lot and headed away from his house towards Giorno who lived 15 minutes away.
Mista pulled up to Giorno’s house, stopping in front of the long horseshoe driveway, but not actually entering the property. Mista's been scared of Dio ever since he first met him. Giorno had invited Mista over for dinner to meet their dad, and aside from his general scary appearance, he had threatened Mista anytime Giorno left the room. All of them were along the lines of “If you hurt my child I will…” He is very protective over Giorno.
Giorno stepped out of the car and turned back to face Mista in the driver’s seat. “If he says no I’ll come back out here to say goodbye,” they said, talking to everyone. “I’ll be back as fast as I can,” he said, closing the car door. She trotted up the driveway to the front porch and the door squeaked open.
It was dark inside the house, just how their father liked it. The house was quiet, which means Dio most likely had no guests. Giorno had to search the house for a bit and hoped he wasn’t in his bedroom - Giorno wasn’t allowed in there. But luck was on Giorno’s side and her father was in his study.
The study was a very beautiful room. It was larger with walls made of bookshelves, they were covered in all types of books, fictions to biographies, study books to his father’s own journals. Dio sat at an old pure wood desk, he rummaged through a messy pile of papers, once in a while scribbling something onto a separate piece of paper. He was completely engulfed in his work, he didn’t even notice Giorno in the doorway.
“Father,” Giorno called to get his attention. Dio’s head turned around in pure panic, but he let out a sigh when he noticed who it was.
“Giorno, don’t sneak up on me like that. How was your date?” Dio asked, clearly thankful to get a break from his work.
“It was really fun. But about the date-” Giorno was about to continue, but Their father was quick to the punch.
“Oh dear, what happened. It was that Mista guy wasn’t it, I always knew he was bad news,” Dio said, he jumped from his seat and almost as though he jumped through time, and in the blink of an eye was in front of Giorno, taking his hands in hers.
Giorno was in shock that their father would ever assume her lovers would betray her. “No no no, it’s nothing like that at all. I was just going to ask if I could stay over at Mistas place, Fugo and Narancia will be there too,” he said looking up at Dio.
“Oh,” Dio let go of Giorno’s hands and placed them on his hips, “well…” Dio paused for a long time to think.
He continued, “If Fugo and Narancia are also going to be there, I don’t want you to miss out. Fine.”
“Thank you so much,” Giorno cheered.
“Of course, now get out of my hair, I have work to do… Have fun alright, I love you,” Dio mumbled the last part, embarrassed to show any kind of affection. But Giorno heard him loud and clear and returned the ‘I love you before heading to their room to get their stuff.
His shoes he forgot to take off patted against the carpeted hallway, they sped up their pace to get to their bedroom faster, since it was on the opposite side of the house. She passed by one of the maids, who glared at her for running in the hallways. though the maid had nothing and let Giorno go.
They grabbed a bag bigger than the purse they had at the arcade and packed it with pajamas, a toothbrush, medication and vitamins, and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Then ran down the hallway the same as he did before, passing the same maid who glared at him.
They ran out the door and down the driveway to Mistas’s car, with a great big smile on their face. When she approached the car she realized all the windows had been rolled down, it probably got hot in there.
Fugo smirked from the back seat as Giorno got in, “Can I assume your dad said yes, by the look on your face and the fact that you’re getting in the car with a packed bag.”
“Of course,” Giorno said confidently. “I knew he’d say ‘yes’.”
Giorno leaned over and kissed Mistas cheek before he started up the car again, it buzzed and then began to move.
There was a distinct whine from the back seat, it belonged to Narancia, “Giogio, why don’t I get a kiss.”
Mista put an arm over Giorno when he started to move from his seat. “I’ve already started driving and I’m not letting anyone get hurt on me. So keep your seat belts on, you can kiss as much as you want when we get out,” Mista demanded not taking his eyes off the road.
Narancia triumphantly laughed from the background, “You may be able to stop Giorno, but you can’t stop me.” Narancia unbuckled his seat belt and lunged towards Giorno, firmly pressing a kiss on the other’s lips. He moved his hands up to Giorno’s face, cupping their cheeks with a little squeeze. Narancia let go and slid into the back seat, re-buckling his seatbelt.
They leaned close to Fugo who stayed silent throughout most of this. “Do you want a kiss too, Fugo?” Narancia asked, tilting his head so he could look at Fugo’s face.
“Not really,” Fugo looked at Narancias face but not at their eyes.
“Alright,” Narancia said casually, then shifted to rest his head on Fugo’s shoulder. Without saying a word Fugo tilted his head and rested on top of Narancia’s.
“I swear to god if I ever got into a car crash, it’s not going to be my fault,” Mista announced to the car. The rest of them giggled knowing this was the truth, Mista was a good driver, he just had bad passengers.
“Hey, Mista,” Giorno spoke up. Mista hummed to show he heard. “I think my dad hates you.”
“Pfft - I’ve known that for a long time.”
After the long drive, several strange conversations, and Fugo almost falling asleep on Narancia, they finally made it back to Mista’s apartment. It took a little longer than intended, they had to make a detour because of construction. He lived in room number 306, it took Narancia much too long to figure out the way they numbered it. He lived in the sixth room on the third floor.
He eyes the room next to his as they pass it, number 304. It started out as Mista just hating the room number, but the guy who lived there was a real dick. He was loud and would complain about everything, it was a blessing that he was rarely home because of his figure skating.
He jams the key into the door and opens it, the door lets out a tone deafening screech. But Mista didn’t flinch, he was used to the noise. He flipped on the light and the living room/ kitchen/workout room/bedroom when his partners came over because they couldn’t all fit into his room, became visible.
Narancia imminently launched himself onto the couch, his body bounced on impact and then he laid still. They didn’t even bother to take off their shoes. Though it’s not like Mista cared, he tossed his shoes without even looking where they ended up, one had landed on its side the other wasn’t even in the hallway anymore. Fugo and Giorno, being nice guests at Mista’s house, lined their shoes up along the side of the entry.
“Narancia.” He lifted up his head to see who it was and Fugo was standing over him. “You have to take off your shoes, you’re going to track dirt all over the house,” they ordered. He grumbled and reluctantly took off his boots, tossing them into the entryway. How do their parents deal with them?
“Oh, Mista,” Narancia called for his attention, “did you see the new episode of ‘helluva boss’?”
“Me and Fugo were waiting to watch it with you guys,” he said. He went to the same college as Fugo, though They were a few years ahead of him. They would find or pass each other in the halls sometimes and meet each other for lunch or breakfast if they had early classes. So it’s no surprise that they would have talked about this.
But, Giorno and Narancia stood eerily quiet and then ashamed.
“You see,” Giorno started, holding his head down, “We already watched it together at school. We had our lunch break and we couldn't resist, I’m sorry.”
Narancia was now leaning over the back of the couch to look at Mista. “We would watch it again with you guys?” He suggested, but asked it like a question, unsure of himself.
“Are you sure, we could just watch something else? Then you guys don’t have to sit through it,” Mista proposed back.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Giorno had said, now beside Narancia on the couch. “We want to watch it again. Like re-reading a book you really enjoyed.”
“Not everyone likes reading as much as you, Giogio,” Narancia whined.
After 20 minutes of setting up a makeshift bed in the living room. Compiled of blankets, pillows, cushions, and an air mattress - the new one, because Narancia broke the last one by jumping on it.
They all sat/laid on the ‘bed’, now in sleepwear or pajamas. Fugo and Narancia had stolen one of Mista’s hoodies, complaining about the smell but wore them anyway. Mista was in his sweats and Giorno was the only one who wore proper pajamas.
Giorno sat on the fair side closer to the door, with one leg overlapping the other. Narancia laid their head on her lap, with their arms wrapped around the other’s torso. Narancias legs crossed over Fugo who had moved for their legs to be on top. Fugo and Mistas body leaned into each other, Fugo almost sitting on the older’s lap.
The T.V started playing the show. It was only 18 minutes but it felt much longer. By the time they were done, it was just past 9 and Mista had made popcorn for them to snack on - with Narancia’s help.
Proceeding the show, - this always happens. They would have an in-depth conversation about the show. Which would bloom into them talking about something entirely different, hence why phone calls and video calls end up being over 5 hours long, especially if it’s all 4 of them.
By the time one of them looked at the clock, it was just before 11 -The time Giorno usually went to bed, they were never a night owl type. You could tell Giorno was tired, he zoned out and his eyes were closing.
“You tired Giogio?” Mista asked with concern. He got a mumbled replay but knew it was a yes, ‘boyfriend instincts’ is what he would call it.
They finished getting really for bed, configuring themselves in a way that was comfortable. Mista left a light on in the hallway for Giorno, she couldn’t sleep in the dak.
Mista and Giorno both laid on their sides facing each other, Giorno held on to him for dear life, while Mistas heavy arms were only lightly draped over the other. Fugo’s back was pressed against Giornos, they weren’t so much of a cuddler at night. Fugo would wake up in the middle of the night and need to walk around for a second before going back to sleep, it was hard to do that when you were locked in someone’s death grip of love. Narancia was big spoon to Mista, he really liked being big spoon, despite his size.
They fell asleep in a tangled mess of arms and legs after an amazing date. The soft sound of breathing and heart beets lulled them into a peaceful sleep.
That is until Mista started snoring.