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Not having driven a car in a while, it took you a few overly wide turns and almost hitting a pedestrian to get back into the groove of things. Eventually coming upon your desired destination you now stood staring at the dark coloured door before you.

Taking a breath and knocking firmly on the door you waited for a response, your foot taped against the concrete floor while your ears were met with nothing but silence. Glancing down at the door handle you pondered over whether or not it would be open, choosing to give it a try anyways and letting out a noise in moderate surprise as the door slid open.

"Abbacchio! It's (Y/N)! I brought you something to eat." Deciding to announce your entrance into the apartment your eyes moved across the room finding the appearance of which was very dark, almost pitch black. Blinking a few times while taking your shoes off you leaned along the wall to your side briefly feeling around for a light switch before inevitably giving up.

Sticking your arms out and hesitantly moving around the room you could faintly make out the dark blurry shapes of certain furniture, just missing a few bottles you'd accidentally kicked. The items clinked along the floor still intact much to your relief.

Why the hell was his apartment so dark.

Feeling the frame of a doorway you discovered the walls were much closer together telling you that right before you was a hallway. The image of which gradually became easier to see as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light. Peeking into a few of the open doorways you'd found the closet as well as a bathroom, neither harboring the silver haired man you were currently searching for.

"Abbacchio?" Keeping your tone low incase the man was sleeping and you were disturbing him, you peeked into the last room finding that the curtains were cracked open a sliver. The light from outside barely illuminates the room, but let in enough in for you to notice the pale haired man sitting along the edge of the bed.

Eyes focused on whatever was in the closet before him.

Seeing how intently he was staring at whatever it was you set the plastic parfait containing cup on a nearby dresser moving wordlessly to occupy the spot beside him. Your gaze followed his own finding a uniform hung up within the confines of the small room, the badge sewn into the left breast pocket was enough to know what the uniform represented.

"You know. . .back on the beach in Sardinia I thought that was it. I thought-felt like that was the end. The light at the end of the tunnel." Hearing the man's low tone you remained silent just listening to whatever was on his mind.

"It was like what happens in the movies. My life flashed before my eyes and all I could make out were regrets. The regret of not speaking up, of not acting, of not taking my own life by the reigns. . ." His words trailed off and his head drooped so that his gaze met with the floor.

White hair acting as a curtain around his head hiding whatever expression he might've had.

"But, I got a second chance. You were able to give me a second chance, something I never would've felt like I deserved." Although not wanting to interrupt what he was saying you couldn't help but wonder why he was saying all this, what exactly had possessed him to open up to this extent.

"Abbacchio are you feeling okay?" Asking that softly and tilting your own head your gaze moved up dragging themselves across the room falling upon an empty glass on the nightstand. "Did you have too much to drink?"

The man remained quiet in response, not a muscle moved nor hair on his head. "That depends."

"Depends on what?"

Raising his head back up and turning to where you sat, vibrant ombre locked with (E/C) ones. The intensity of which caused you to swallow thickly. His face lacked anything that could even remotely give you a proper read on the situation, so you were left to just hear what he had to say.

"Depends on what your response is if I said I liked you." His tone of voice came out low and nothing about it sounded like playing around.

Processing what he's said you let out an airy laugh raising a hand and waving it through the air loosely. "Okay now I know you've had too much to drink. You're not thinking properly." Insisting that and shaking your head softly you went to push off the bed, your arm quickly being seized before you could do so pulling your attention back to the light haired man.

"I'm serious." Staring you dead in the eye and insisting that he raised his other hand resting it almost hesitantly along the side of your face. A mixture of different emotions flashed behind his eyes before having turned fully to face you leaning in quickly pressing his lips to your own.

The action of which startled you at first but it quickly became something you melted into. Despite what you had initially assumed, the kiss was soft and whatever he was trying to show shined through in a way that words couldn't. His thumb had moved to softly brush along the skin of your cheek almost urging you to lean impossibly closer.

You could probably hear one another's heartbeats.

Breathing soon became the reason for parting, the two of you breaking apart to greedily suck in air; foreheads rested amongst one another.

It almost felt like the room had gotten warmer but you knew it must've just been the burning blush on your face. Eyes closed and taking deep breaths they reopened meeting with the clouded over ones of Abbacchios.

"Does that prove how serious I was or do I need to continue?" His warm breath fanned across your lower face as he spoke, tone low and there was a slight edge to each word.

"Okay okay I believe you." Your words came out mumbled but clear enough for the man to let out a hum leaning back. His gaze was still locked on your own before he gave a satisfied hum, the hand still along the side of your face trailed down the length of your chin, thumb briefly swiping over your lower lips pulling back to show a purple smudge.

"You'd look good with purple lipstick."

Coming to the quick realization that said purple lipstick was now smudged over your lips, your face burned with the force of a thousand suns. "Oh uh before I forget," Hoping to obtain yourself some breathing room you raised from the bed moving quickly towards where the plastic cup had been forgotten.

The layers were now a bit muddled but still retained a pleasing appearance. Holding it lightly in your hand and taking the spoon with your other, you turned in place extending the two out towards the pale haired man.

"Here since, Narancia and I made them this morning." Watching him reach out and take the two items from your hands a slow nod was given as a sort of thanks. Turning once more and moving around the bed you slid open the curtains letting the light from outside slink in.

Sparing the pale haired man a quick glance, you neared the doorway, his voice quickly made you pause mid step and you could just sense the smirk stretched out across his face.

"Makeup wipes are in the cupboard,"

"But I think you should start carrying some on you."

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Me this whole chapter:

Honestly though Abbacchio can leave lipstick on me all the time- I don't even mind

Also! Another other JoJo fic update- We are in part 2, Caesar is there- Joseph has yet to appear, let's see how this plays out