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"Boss!" Mista shouted, swinging open the double doors to Giorno’s office and running towards the desk. His feet skidded to a stop, noticing his boss’s eyes were shut, head resting against the back of his oversized chair peacefully.
Giorno was always the type to devote himself fully to his work, but Mista never thought it would get so bad that he’d literally knock out in his chair.
"Guess that’s why he wants me here to keep him in check…" Mista clicked his tongue, sliding his hands into his pockets. He was a little more worried than he wanted to admit, but hey, at least Giorno was too busy sleeping like a baby to hear him say something like that.
Mista leaned down, putting his elbows on the edge of the wooden desk and supporting his head with his palms. He sighed, watching Giorno’s exposed chest rise and fall; seeing his normally alert and stressed boss look so serene was definitely refreshing. Damn, he’s pretty cute… Mista thought, moving forward to get a closer look at his features. He lightly cupped Giorno’s face, tilting his chin up gently so as not to wake him. He must need the rest, after all.
His eyes trailed Giorno’s face, from his golden eyelashes to his delicate lips. That was when a terrible, terrible thought crossed Mista’s mind: Why not kiss him? Just the idea of kissing Giorno, the sleeping, defenseless, 15-year old Giorno, made his face go red and a warmth gather in his chest. C-Could I really do that? Mista stepped back, grabbing his collar as his temperature rose, and began visibly weighing his options. Pros: He’d get to kiss someone as adorable as Giorno, and Giorno would never have to know about it. Cons: He could wake up and Mista’d have to face the consequences. But what were the chances of that happening? Was it really worth it?
Pulling on the sides of his hat in frustration, Mista shook his head and threw up his arms. Screw it! It’s now or never…
As the midday sunlight leaked through the curtains, Mista leaned forward again, this time with purpose, putting his hands around Giorno’s cheeks once again. Mista’s heart beat in his ears loudly, his face getting redder with every second that passed.
… His lips were soft and warm, as expected. But it was over far too soon, as Mista was violently shoved away, papers flying into the air as Giorno immediately summoned his stand.
Shit.
Giorno clutched his chest, breathing heavily and looking around the room for a threat before his eyes settled on a mortified Mista, who was now looking up at him from the floor with wide eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, boss, I-I just saw you sleeping, and…” He sputtered, unable to look his boss in the eye. Mista glanced back at the double doors leading into the office, wishing he could just turn tail and dash back out. But that might make it worse.
Giorno softened and walked over to Mista, holding out a hand to help him up. “It’s alright. You—You just startled me, is all. I’m fine,” he said, Mista staring up at him dumbly.
Did— Did he not know he was just kissing him?
“Oh.” Mista replied quietly. He took Giorno’s hand, but faltered back to the ground, a dull pain shooting through his ankle.
Giorno furrowed his brow. “I… I guess I pushed you harder than I thought. Did you hit the desk, maybe?” Did he? It happened too fast to remember. All he knew was that one second he was kissing the boy who could make his heart beat faster with just a glance, and the next he was on the ground.
Mista shook his head, “I dunno, I could’ve… But it’s alright, boss, it’s just a little bruised I bet. I’ll just, uh, go back to my room now.” Please just let me go before I die of embarrassment. Please. Mista could feel his cheeks heating up again, avoiding Giorno’s concerned gaze the best he could, praying that he wouldn’t notice the color in his face.
Lo and behold, Giorno kneeled down, putting a hand to Mista’s forehead, “Mista! It looks like you’re running a fever now… There’s no way I’m letting you go back to your room alone. Let me help you.”
This was it. This was his punishment, for sure. Forgive me, God. Please make this ea— Mista’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he was lifted into the air, bridal style, by Giorno.
“G-Giorno! No no no no. I’m fine, just— just leave me with Trish or somethin’. I can take care of myself,” Mista insisted, but Giorno just shook his head in response and walked out the doors.
“Sick people need to be taken care of. Trish is out, anyways. I know I’m sure you’d prefer some beautiful woman like her to be by your bedside, but you’ll have to settle for me right now.”
That last sentence stung Mista, like being woken up by a bucket of ice water poured over his head. Had he really come off that way to Giorno? Trish? Really? The frustration hit him hard, but the ache in his chest was worse-- all this time, Giorno had thought he was into somebody else, when all he ever wanted was to be carried off in his arms just like this. Figures.
Mista opened his mouth to speak, but Giorno continued before he could respond, “My room is closer. You can stay there until you’re better, or at least until I’ve healed your ankle, since that was technically my fault.” Not wanting to risk dropping his subordinate, Giorno kicked open the door to his room, walking over to the king bed in the center and placing Mista down carefully. Only then did he notice Mista’s dark eyes staring at him absentmindedly. Giorno chuckled, laying on the bed next to Mista, propped up on one elbow.
Mista quickly shifted his gaze to the ceiling, covering his face with one arm in embarrassment. “I-I…” He sighed, “I'm sorry, boss.” Giorno shook his head, his braid bouncing back and forth slightly.
“You don’t have to call me boss when we’re alone, you know.” Giorno shifted, “Besides, you don’t have to apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Mista turned to look at him, his chest tightening as the guilt of his earlier action settled in. He had to tell him. “Giorno, I… While you were slee—”
Suddenly, arms were wrapped around his neck and Giorno’s mouth was pushed to his: Giorno was kissing him. Mista returned the kiss almost instantly, the weight in his chest and his shyness disappearing as he pulled Giorno’s body closer to him. Giorno broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together and looking into Mista’s eyes as a light pink dusted his cheeks. “I know. It’s okay. You did scare me, but… It wasn’t unpleasant or anything. I… I liked it.”
Mista’s eyes lit up, every bit of him feeling warm and full. He finally, finally managed to get his feelings across. He finally managed to start something with Giorno. He was here, he was awake, and everything felt okay for the first time since they had lost their friends. Everything would be okay, as long as he could stay by Giorno’s side.
Mista shifted upwards, putting Giorno’s head on his chest. “I’m… so happy,” He said, using one hand to undo the blond braid messily, and the other to lightly caress his face, “Rest now, Giorno, and don’t overwork yourself. Treat yourself better, for my sake, at least.”
Giorno smiled softly, nuzzling his head into Mista’s chest slightly. “Alright. Goodnight then, Mista.”
It was only 4 PM, but goodnight was always better than goodbye.
"Giorno?"
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Mista.”