Unspoken tenderness

Time lasts painfully long, gives rise to unnecessary thoughts and settles somewhere in the lungs from excitement and anticipation. You shouldn’t have come here, but sitting in an empty apartment is almost impossible. The walls are pressing in, and you are exhausted from loneliness and worry. Today. Right now. You see them. Your breath catches and you involuntarily put your hand on your chest. Suddenly it became so warm and light, as if a mountain had been lifted from you. They are alive. You struggle to hold back my tears. This is a happy moment, you won’t cry. No more. Narancia runs towards you first. As always, he grabs you in a suffocating embrace and you both almost fall to the ground from his weight. He says something loudly, his sonorous childish voice rings in your head like a pleasant melody, despite the fact that he sometimes irritated you so much before. He takes out all sorts of nonsense from all his pockets and hands it to you. He always brings you souvenirs. When Narancia finally pulled away from you, Bruno smiled good-naturedly and opened his arms for a hug. His smile is contagious and you feel a tingle in your chest from the warmth of his body as you hug him. “I hope you managed everything successfully without me here?” he says again in his joking manner. Fugo hesitates to the side as Narancia pushes him towards you and he resists, clearly angry. You hug him tightly and his body tenses. He grumbles again, as always, but doesn’t push away. “Fine! I missed you too. Satisfied?” he mutters, looking away. But you don’t comment on how one of his hands lightly strokes your back. Giorno modestly lifts you up with one hand and pinches your cheek. “And you are the same crybaby, » his voice is so pleasant and warm, and his eyes sparkle with a childish sparkle. You didn’t even notice how tears of happiness were running down your cheeks. You wipe them with your sleeve and smile at them all. Heart ache. You turn my gaze to him. Abbacchio stands there and looks at you. He still has the same expression on his face as always. He always tries to keep it cool, but deep down he is happy. Even though he pretends his life hasn’t changed, it’s actually better when you’re around. He couldn’t wait to be with you again. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. The only thought that keeps his head clear and his wounded heart beating fast is you. He wants to kiss you and tell you how much he loves you, but he knows that would be a stupid idea right now, so he hides his feelings by acting normal. And he tries his best to hold on. You look into his eyes, for some reason they’re full of sadness and relief. Abbacchio was the last one in the line, and when he finally reached you, you hugged him tightly. He tried to hold on as if everything was the same, but it was impossible. Just the thought of being in your arms again made him feel warm inside. He can’t help but smile, which he always tries to hide when he’s around you. Smiles that he just can’t stop when he looks at you. He thinks the mission he just returned from was the most tiring, but deep down he knows it was worth it. It was worth it, because after this he should see you. It worth of you. You always make him feel better and nothing else except you matters now. He holds you tighter, not wanting to let go. When you pulled away, he remained lifeless, his face changing and his heart beating fast. You got so close to his sensitive spot and it was so tempting. Under the endless stream of Narancia’s chatter, you hug each other, drowning in this feeling of warmth. Leone couldn’t help but whisper in your ear: “Love you, » and that was the best news in the world. Abbacchio smiles and squeezes your hand. His hand is warm and clammy with excitement, but you don’t mind. All he wants now is to be with you, to be close. He looks at you with such love and tenderness in his eyes that you have never seen from him. This circumstance alone makes all the pain and difficulty of the task seem so insignificant and meaningless. He continues to hold your hand, just watching and trying to feel every moment of it because he knows that soon it will all be over and he will have to wait again to see you again. The tasks will happen again and again, not everything is finished yet, but he is already sad. He loves being with you so damn much, and the feeling of him squeezing your hand is so familiar and comforting to him that he never wants to let go of it again. Narancia enthusiastically pulls you by the hand, chatting loudly and dragging you along. Such a child. Abbacchio shows a crooked half-smile, and watches as he drags you away. He can’t wait to be with you again, but for now he keeps this desire to himself.