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"We're back!" Kicking open the front door Narancia stepped into the house before you, his arms were thrown up into the air as though he was waiting for a warm welcome.

Closing the door behind you and taking your shoes off you spared a short wave towards Fugo and Abbacchio who were occupying the living room. The blond waved back, opening his mouth to speak, "You two missed lunch, but I left a sandwich in the fridge for you (Y/N)." Leaning over the couch and pointing towards the fridge a soft smile curled onto the blonds face before falling quickly.

"Wah! What about me! I missed lunch too!" Exclaiming that the black haired male let out an angry huff, while Fugo just rolled his eyes in response.

"You can have a sandwich- After you do some practice problems."

Shaking your head at the two and trailing over towards the fridge you swung it open seeing two sandwiches on separate plates, both of which were wrapped up in clear film, while one had a yellow sticky note and your name written among it. "Hey who's the other sandwich for?" Calling that out and knowing it wasn't for Narancia the response you got back was quick.

"Oh, the other one's for Bucciarati. He didn't come out of his office for lunch so I left it in the fridge. You can pop by and see if he wants it if you'd like?" Ignoring the black haired teen whining some more about not having a sandwich, Fugo rolled his eyes sighing irritated before smacking Narancia over the head with the book he had in hand.

Nodding at what he'd said and taking both plates out you removed the plastic wrap snagging a few other things before closing the fridge with your foot. Slipping into the hall you stopped before the man's office door, shifting both plates onto one arm and giving it a good few knocks.

A 'come in' was heard from within and opening the door you peaked in, "Need some company?" Asking that you nudged the door open some more, both plates in hand quickly came into view. "I've got a sandwich and juice box calling your name." Stepping farther into the room your eyes couldn't help but drifted around the space, you never really were able to get a good look at the room till now. Bookshelves lined the walls as did cabinets, while everything appeared to be some type of dark wood.

It had a very sophisticated appearance.

Giving an airy laugh at your statement he shook his head, "Juice box?" Motioning towards the seat in front of his desk you right away took the hint closing the office door and swiftly making your way over. Placing the plates on top of the desk and tugging out the beverages in question a hum left your lips.

"They were the only thing I could fit in my pockets. Now do you want tropical punch or fruit punch?" Reading the names off the two juice containers your gaze trailed over catching the team leader chuckle once more.

"What a wide selection." Flashing the man a smile at his comment you quickly chimed in, "Hey, beggars can't be choosers."

Shaking his head at that and responding with tropical punch you slid the carton over, the two of you slipping into a simple silence. The sandwich in hand was quite good and you almost didn't want to put it down till the ebony haired man began speaking.

"So (Y/N), how are you liking the team so far?" Resting his arms along the top of his desk, deep blue hues focused on you. He was honestly curious as to what you had to say about the group seeing as you appeared to have made quick friendships with everyone.

"Well, I mean they're all very unique." Starting off with that you let out a hum, "Mista and Narancia are an interesting duo, both very talkative and not really afraid to voice what they're thinking. Though it seems like everyone does that anyways."

Briefly letting out a laugh you added on, "Fugo seemed a bit more reserved when we first met, but he's opened up quite a lot and I've actually been helping him cook. He does have his moments though but they pass and we're right back to whatever we were doing."

Seeing him nod along signifying he was listening you continued, "Abbacchio was pretty intimidating in the beginning to be honest, never really talked to him much apart from when you and the others had to do that one job. He's still a bit intimidating not going to lie but I feel like it's most likely a front for something else. Which I understand."

"Now you on the other hand, I can't quite pinpoint exactly. Our interactions are always interesting," Starting off with that and pointing towards the man you paused taking a sip from your juice box, there was a lot you could say about the man- most of which were just assumptions seeing as he was quite secretive if anything. "But I mean apart from that, everyone makes the team feel like family."

"I'm glad to see that you're getting along with everyone. Though I do apologize for not bringing you along to any missions or jobs. A lot of them were rather small and I assumed you'd like to tag along on the more interesting ones." Stating that and tapping his fingers along the table he stopped quickly.

"I get that and it's honestly fine with me."

A silence ensued after that and it had felt like the conversation was entirely over before he spoke once again, "I'll bring you along on the next one, promise." Though his tone of voice was rather quiet you gave a nod smiling softly.

"I'll hold you to that then."

"As I'd expect you to." Leaning back into his chair he took a sip from the juice box before him, absentmindedly trailing his gaze around the room upon doing so.

Not meaning to stare you couldn't help but find the scene before you an interesting sight, the picture perfect man dressed in his signature suit, sipping juice out of a brightly coloured juice box. That of which was nearly hidden from sight if it weren't for the way he was holding it. A laugh wanted to leave your lips, but you held it in not wanting to embarrass yourself.

But you know, maybe bringing up the conversation from earlier in the way would break the silence. It wasn't like you had much else to talk about.

"So...uh do you braid your hair every day?" Wanting to slam your head against the table for asking such an oddly worded and stupid question you observed the man as his gaze shifted back towards you.

He had a feeling you'd bring something like that up.

"Usually I do, though sometimes if I'm in a rush I forget." Answering the question he gave a slight smile before adding on, "Why? Do you like the braid?"

Thinking of how to respond you clicked your tongue raising a brow, "I mean on you yes, but on myself? Probably not." Motioning towards your own hair after that your gaze drifted to the side.

"I think you'd look good with braids. In fact I think you could suit any hairstyle." Smoothly stating that he once again moved to rest his face against the palm of his hand, eyes trailing over your expression as you shifted your own around the room.

Since first meeting you he could tell you were an anxious person, your habit of tapping something had stuck for quite some time till eventually it began to appear less and less. A very good indication that you'd grown more comfortable and even fond of the group.

He knew for sure at least that the group had grown fond of you.

Which was understandable, he often found himself making quick little comments here and there just to see how long it took you to become flustered and spout out whatever was on your mind quickly regretting it right after.

It was cute. Very cute.

"Thanks..."

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Also can I just say I am such a simp for Bruno, like that man owns my life. Also also who does everyone simp for?