Got to Get You Into my Life #1: Giorno Giovanna
↳ Fem!Reader; she/her pronouns are used. Reader is also musically gifted and described as clumsy.
A/n: This is the first of a series of one-shots I have in mind specifically for JoJo’s. Each about a character’s first time meeting their s/o. I will accept requests for other characters. Currently, requests for such are open, but I appreciate also checking my description to be certain.
Warning(s): None
Bucciarati had, at numerous points after finding common ground with one another, given Giorno a heads up about his team.
And Giorno listened. He drank up the words offered to him by a man who’d previously been trying to kill him not 24 hours before. Unquestionably adaptable, once his mind is made up about an individual’s moral and effect on himself, Giorno ceases all hesitation. And in seemingly no time at all, he’d come to the conclusion that Bucciarati’s undoubtedly a man who deserves respect.
Giorno is well aware of himself too, unwaveringly observant regardless of who’s the subject. Furthermore, he can tell Bucciarati sees it too. After all, why else would he be dragged across Naples just to be fed moderately delicious food that could, honestly, be found anywhere else? Such a question hardly passes the blonde’s mind; not even needing to ponder it too much. Instead, Giorno’s heart races with understanding- knowing full well that Bucciarati’s opening doors towards a greater goal.
“This way,” Bucciarati mumbles, waving his hand.
The pair weave around Bruno’s restaurant of choice. The dark-haired man leads the way with Giorno trailing close behind. Patrons and employees alike greet Bruno along the way. The blonde teen keeps silent, soaking in his new leader’s charismatic reputation. Further cementing his belief that he’s someone to be trusted.
Soon, the two reach a more secluded section of the restaurant after passing through an open doorway. Four men are seated around a circular table, each of them either making a ruckus or enabling it with dismissive ease.
Giorno’s gaze trails over each of the men, before turning his body towards a window and piano sitting diagonal of the group.
Sunlight pools through the glass, adding to a soft ambiance that would fill the space if it weren’t for the rambunctious group. Also contributing, is a sweet tune coming from the smooth, black piano. The tune manages to cut through the yelling erupting from the table, and reach Giorno’s ears. Just hearing it, he could simply close his eyes and envision a pair of hands dancing on its keys knowledgeably.
Only the top of someone’s head is visible from Giorno’s point of view, standing just far away enough to hide their face from him.
The song is played delicately, yet with confidence. A care for sound so pure that a song feathery and light is played with strong devotion- one that knows to hold back.
Bruno lectures his team without a glance towards Giorno or the piano player, most likely harboring embarrassment over bringing a new recruit to a less than favorable scene. “Great him properly!” he goes on and barks, snapping Giorno out of his own distraction.
Finally whirling his body towards the piano, Bucciarati rubs his temples together before calling out, “Y/n!”
An immediate crash of keys follow, loud and annoyingly off-key. The image Giorno conjured of hands playing a charming tune contort instantly. He instead can infer they’d slammed down on the keys without direction.
Giorno’s face visually cringes, yet he cannot help but follow Bruno’s gaze curiously. Such an ugly sound cutting off a beautiful song… the blonde nearly holds his breath in preparation for the worse.
“Yes! Y-Yes,” a voice squeaks in a feminine tone, making Giorno’s eyebrows raise. The tiny view he had of the person sitting behind the piano is shattered all at once- as well as his expectations of the individual, given the other members of Bucciarati’s group.
A girl around the same age as Giorno pops up from the piano stool she’d sat herself on. In doing so, the back of her legs knock back the seat. The little chair falls backward, knocking down onto the building’s harsh flooring. The girl’s lips shut tightly, and body tenses momentarily.
Glancing behind him, Bruno sighs when his presence is gently requested by an employee. Turning back to her, he continues, “Please, just-… make sure that he’s welcomed. I will be back shortly.”
Nodding, the girl scoots from behind the piano and makes her way across the room towards Giorno. His heart skips a beat, momentarily wondering if he should assist in picking up the chair.
But as she draws near, such a thing is mentally disregarded. As he takes in her appearance, Giorno swallows. The curve of her face… and sweet glimmer of her eyes; it’s decided in his mind that the pleasant song she played is only an extension of her own apparent loveliness. To think the soft tune came from the talent of a cutely clumsy girl… he couldn’t help but find it endearing.
“Y/n L/n,” she introduces herself, a shy but genuine smile playing on her lips. Reaching out a hand, Giorno glances between it and her face. Going off first impressions of her and everyone sitting at the table, there’s little doubt as to why Bucciarati left his introduction up to Y/n.
Putting on his best smile, he takes her hand in his own as if holding a precious piece of porcelain. “Giorno Giovanna… you play beautifully,” he comments, before bending down gracefully at the waist. Planting a short kiss to the back of her hand, a blush visibly plays on the girl’s cheeks.
“O-Oh… thank you,” Y/n stutters, placing her free hand on her warming cheek. Looking at him intently, her smile merely grows softer. In turn, Giorno’s own grin reaches the twinkle in his green eyes.
He opens his mouth to speak, but the harsh sound of a teapot smacking against the table’s surface snatches Giorno’s attention away. He drops her hand, but Y/n’s gaze lingers on the mysterious blonde for a moment longer. Biting her lower lip, she glances down at the floor before slowly turning towards her white-haired partner.
“Oi,” his gruff voice hums, “‘Giorno,’ was it…?”
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