Notes

“Bruno, you’re cooking.” Abbacchio climbs down the stairs and picks up the food and eats.
“I’m trying to let Giorno have a taste of what I ate before.” Bruno served it on a plate waiting for it to cool down before placing it on a container.

“So, you and Giorno did it already. You’re not even married yet Bruno.” Abbacchio complains like an older person to Bruno eventhough they’re just in the same age. Abbacchio then fishes out a box of cigarret on his pocket and takes one out and lights it, puffing out smoke as he watches the smoke rising upwards as it dissapears on his eyes. Just like how his reason of going to reach for his dreams after his friend got killed by his own fault.
"Abbacchio, I just can't get enough of Giorno." Bruno honestly said.
"Hmph, whatever." Abbacchio replies.
"He's just really hot you know, like...I want to kiss his lips everyday and touch him, I think we have a connection that isn't normal. Even though I don't know how it happened, I feel like we've known each other since birth." Bruno explained to Abbacchio whose face is conorted.
"You're crazy." Bruno just chuckles.
Giorno walked down the stairs with a pink bathrobe on wrapped on his nakedness as his curly blonde hair effortlessly falls on his shoulder as there as his bangs are wrapped around on the three curlers. Giorno walks towards Bruno who is sitting and his hands slipping on Bruno's shoulders. Abbacchio watched Giorno's hands slip on Bruno's shoulders, admiring how beautiful the sight of Giorno's soft skin. Abbacchio felt jealous, he wants to be held so bad by Giorno but that's not possible since he has no right to Giorno.
Giorno leans closer to kiss Bruno, pressing his lips against Bruno's. When he broke the kiss, Bruno's expression shows nothing but pure happiness.
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