jojo’s bizarre adventure: golden wind | horizons form from the soul
Giomis, with incidental Naratrish and Bruabba, 12.1k. Volleyball AU.
Giorno Giovanna has a dream. That dream is to play volleyball.
“Yeah! You’re kind of a mystery, y’know,” Mista says, pointing emphatically at Giorno’s nose so that Giorno goes cross-eyed. “Not that that’s not cool and all—it is—but I don’t even know what kinda music you like. Or your favorite, y’know… color.”
“My favorite color?” Giorno repeats, eyebrows arching.
Mista’s voice had trailed off into a mumble on the last word, and his usual confidence had sputtered out. Now he looks flustered, yanking his hand back from Giorno’s face and cramming it into his pocket again, staring resolutely at the street ahead of them.
“You know what I mean,” he stammers. Giorno doesn’t know what he means. “It’s just—I don’t know. When it comes to volleyball, I—I have fun and all, but… you just seem… really different. Like, more intense? Passionate?” He grimaces. “Forget it.”
Now Giorno knows, a little bit, what he means.
He tells Mista, “I like pink.”
Written for @nonnegative in September for the @fandomforsiken project. Read it on AO3.
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