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Take a deep breath through your nostrils and feel your chest expand with your inhale. Feel the grounding of your hands and feet against the mat, and as you exhale, feel every thought and worry flowing out with your breath. Stay in your pose and make your belly strong, relax your mind, and focus only on the ebb and flow of your breathing. Nothing else matters but your breathing and keeping the strength in your core. Inhale, and exhale.
Mista was watching a YouTube yoga class on his laptop, and was currently in the middle of doing the downward-facing dog. His fingers were spread wide against the mat and his sit bones reaching towards the ceiling, when he suddenly felt something tickling the nape of his neck. It was just the ghost of a touch, just barely enough to notice it, and thinking it might have been a bug, he kind of shook his head, trying to get it off.
To come out of the downward-facing dog, exhale and bend your knees, gently lowering them to the ground.
He was halfway into the table pose when it happened again; something brushed against his neck. But this time it felt different; too substantial and deliberate to be just an insect.
He came out of the pose and stood up, a hand reaching up to touch the back of his neck.
“Giorno?” he said, looking around the room.
He knew it was silly to think Giorno had done it, because why would Giorno be sneaking around touching him like that? But there was no one else in the house, and Mista could’ve sworn he had felt a hand touching him.
His eyes widened when he now felt a similar touch on his cheek, and this time he instantly understood what was going on.
With his ears burning, he turned off his yoga video and made his way outside.
He found Giorno sitting in the garden, holding No.5 in his hand, kissing the little stand on its cheek.
“Um… hey. What’s up?” Mista was trying to sound casual, but he was more than confused and embarrassed by what he was seeing.
“They were fighting,” Giorno said, his voice cooing and affectionate as he looked at the tiny stand in his hand. “And No.5 was crying so I was trying to make him feel better.”
When Giorno placed another kiss on the little stand’s head, Mista felt the lips against his own crown. His hand involuntarily reached up to touch the spot, and when he did, Giorno instantly snapped his head around to stare at him.
“Oh god,” Giorno said, and it was obvious he was just now remembering that the stand user felt everything that the stand felt. His cheeks flushed red. The flowers and grass around his feet suddenly started growing, like it was trying to hide him. “Oh god,” he groaned again. “I didn’t realize…”
Mista laughed nervously. “It’s fine, Giorno, don’t even think about it.”
Sometimes it was easy to forget that the pistols were actually Mista’s stand and not six little individuals of their own, so Mista could understand Giorno’s mistake. But he was so confused as to why he suddenly couldn’t think of anything else but Giorno’s hands and lips on him. Which he really shouldn’t be doing because it was way inappropriate. Because Giorno was his boss. His best friend. And a guy.
By now, Giorno was almost entirely encased in a cocoon of high grass and flowers. “Sorry,” came his weak apology from somewhere within.
Mista called for his stand, and all but No.5 reluctantly left Giorno’s side, to come hover around Mista’s shoulders instead. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault, really. They should know better.”
“No. I should’ve known better. I just forgot… that you could feel…” Giorno trailed off and groaned like he was in pain.
Mista looked at Giorno hiding inside his little cage of green. No.5 was still sitting in Giorno’s open hand, and a warmth was slowly spreading from deep within Mista’s belly, down his thighs, all the way up to his head. And before he could stop himself, his mouth was already speaking. “I didn’t mind,” his stupid mouth said. “In fact, it actually felt kinda nice.”
There was a small pause. If a hole had opened up in the ground, Mista would have gladly thrown himself inside.
“It did?” Giorno finally said.
“Yeah. So don’t worry about it.”
And with that, Mista was already headed back towards the house, fleeing, his ears burning red, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn’t believe he had just confessed to his boss that he had enjoyed his kisses. What the hell was he thinking? And what must Giorno be thinking?
But just as Mista had stepped inside the mansion, he felt it again.
A soft kiss on his left cheek.
He paused, blinking in confusion. This time it had to have been deliberate; Giorno had known exactly what he was doing.
Mista sat on his yoga mat for a very long while, stunned and completely confused. The video was playing in the background, but Mista was staring into the room, a hand gingerly cupping his left cheek.
Keep focusing on your breathing. Focus on the way your chest expands as you inhale, the way your belly stays strong as you exhale. Now, as you come out of the downward-facing dog and into the child’s pose, be one with your breath. Let all other distractions - like all thoughts of wanting to kiss your boss and your best friend - just slowly melt away.