Giomis, background Naratrish, 4.7k, T. Everyone Lives AU, post-canon.
Mista has a problem. The problem is love.
Mista remembers when he got his Stand. It had hurt. A lot. In a different way than he was used to getting hurt—it hadn’t felt like getting kicked in the ribs or punched in the face, and it hadn’t felt like a broken nose. It had felt like his whole body was being pried apart, atom by atom. It had felt like he was going to die.
Liking Giorno is worse. Way worse. Liking Giorno is so bad that he’d take getting ten more Stands from Polpo any day; it’s so bad that getting the shit kicked out of him sounds preferable, sometimes. Liking Giorno sucks.
Even “like” seems like too light of a word for it. Of course he likes Giorno—he likes the way the light lands on him, like the sun through branches. He likes the different ways that Giorno says his name: sometimes brisk and commanding like the wind, and sometimes careful and steady like low tide. He likes the way that Giorno looks in blue, and he likes Giorno’s weird jokes. He likes the way that Giorno makes him feel like he can do anything.
He likes tripe, too. But he doesn’t like it like that.
Read it HERE on AO3.
n9evepulgas
