I arrived at Polpo's cell, and noticed Giovanna walk by. Seems she hasn't encountered Bucciarati yet. I skipped time and went past everything, and when time continued, I was already in the visiting area. I walked in, and saw Polpo, laying down like a bed. The amount of times I had to die to his stand, I couldn't even count. I had to die every second of every day for every week for a year, and than again by some other method, and again, and again, and again before I could move on and die the next few ways.

After talking with Polpo, he was going to give me his lighter, when he got a call. He looked around, and eventually found a phone, and answered. His eyes went really wide, and he agreed to something before being hung up on.

Polpo: So it appears that the boss himself wants you in. Welcome to Passione Y/n.

I nodded and walked out of his line of sight, before skipping past everything again, and leaving towards Bucciarati's resturaunt. I got a call on the way, telling me the address, but I remember the way there. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Bucciarati.

Bucciarati

I opened the door, and saw.....a teen with a frog?

Y/n: Moshi moshi! I'm Y/n, but my friends call me Doppio! I was sent here from Polpo.

Me: I see. Come in, I would like to introduce you to the rest of the gang.

Y/n walked in, and I introduced him to the gang.

Y/n: Moshi moshi! I'm Y/n. You guys can call me Doppio! You guys all look very trustworthy, so I can't wait to help you out!

Leona:......Bucciarati Who's kid is this?

Y/n: U-um, hers I guess, I'm the new member of passione!

Leona: Not with that kiddie additude.

Me: Now now, Leona, be kind. He is still young and optimistic. That could be a good thing.

She scoffed and continued whatever she was doing.

Misty: Nice to meet you Doppio! If my Pistols like you, I like you.

Y/n: Y-you're guns have a personality? That's cool! See, I have split personality, and I can talk with the main one with this phone!

Y/n started making a phone noise, and he looked at the frog. He held it to his ear and started muttering to himself.

Misty: Um, is he okay?

Y/n: Sorry! He told me to stop saying so much.

Narancia: I like you! What's your stand!?

Y/n: I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. I wish I could, you seem really nice!

Narancia sat down and sighed.

Pannacotta introduced herself formally, and Y/n responded formally, gaining a small smile. He sat down, so I went to handle something.

Y/n

Wow! Everyone here is so great!

They are all so nice! Except Abbacchio. But she has trauma so I can't blame her! Abbacchio grabbed the tea while I wasn't looking, so I stared into her eyes.

Me: I'm going to say it once, but very clearly so you understand the situation. If you pee in the tea, and try to give me some, I will personally make your life hell. Understand?

She put the thing back and agreed with a smirk.

Abbacchio: I like you.

Me: I don't care.

Her smirk grew a little, and she continued doing whatever, and I blinked, going back to Doppio.

Me: Sorry! I spaced out for a second. What did I miss?

Narancia: What!? You don't remember standing up to Abbacchio!?

Fugo: Narancia, he has split personality. I assume that was the other one.

I nodded and Breanne returned. She sighed, walked into a room, came out with pajamas, wished everyone a good night, and returned to her room. After a while, Abbacchio yawned, and went into the room with her.

Misty: Wait, Y/n needs his spare clothes! Damn, they didn't hear.

Me: It's fine, I'll get them myself.

Fugo: Um, Y/n I wouldn't go in there.

Me: Huh? Why?

Fugo: See, they are dating and sometimes theyyy...

Y/n: Have sex? I'll be sure not to look.

They were about to say something when I walked in, and covered my face, using epitaph with my hand to find my way there.

Bucciarati

Abbacchio pulled away from me, and I was about to ask, when she pointed. I turned around and saw Y/n perfectly navigating the room with his closed, almost as if he had done it thousands of times. He got to where his clothes were, picked them up, and walked out. We watched him, and when he closed the door, we looked at each other in confusion.

Fugo

I was trying to help Narancia with her math, when Y/n returned with his eyes closed. He set the clothes down in an empty chair, and sat down.

Me: Narancia, what would 6x8 be?

Narancia: I don't know? Umm, 14?

Before I could get angry, Y/n pulled his chair next to Narancia's and he sat down.

Y/n: Okay, what do you like Narancia?

Narancia: Hmmmm, snacks, music, and cute boys!

I was about to yell at her, when Y/n smiled at her.

Y/n: Okay, so lets use cute boys, okay?

She nodded happily.

Y/n: So, you have 8 cute boys, lucky you right?

She nodded along and wrote it down.

Y/n: So, 8 more boys think you're cute, and go over too, look at you!

She blushed a little and wrote it down.

Y/n: Okay, so how many cute boys do you have now?

Narancia: U-um, I have 16.

Y/n: Now, the tell their friends, so 16 more come over, now you have 32, and 4 groups of 8 boys, so what's 32 plus 16?

Narancia started writing, and looked up at him.

Narancia: 48?

Y/n smiled and hugged her, either not seeing the blush, or seeing it and trying to use it to motivate her.

Y/n: Yeah! You're so good at this Narancia! I wish I learned that fast!

Narancia: Th-thanks.

After a while of him holding and complimenting her, she started hugging him back and smiled. Y/n let go of her, but he heard her snores. He smiled a little and picked her up.

Y/n: Where is her room?

Me: We share one, it's over there.

I pointed at the door to my room and he nodded. He came out a few seconds, and he sat down again, and pulled a knife out of his back pocket and started spinning it on his finger. He seems...off.

Me: Y/n?

He turned to me, but it wasn't the kind boy from earlier, but someone...menacing.

Y/n?: Yes Fugo?

Me: You're the split personality aren't you?

Y/n: Yeah. I am. Nice to meet you.

Me: Why do you put off a menacing vibe?

Y/n: I'm easier to anger. Besides, seeing someone extremely kind and selfless, acting cold and unempathetic is off putting.

I simply nodded while watching him. I could see that Misty even had her hand on her gun instinctively. Y/n looked at his knife and spun it faster.

He turned and threw the knife, and we watched, as it hit a flower and pinned it to the wall. Did he use his stand to do that? He has so much precision! He stood up and stretched before smiling.

Y/n: Good night Fugo! Good luck teaching Narancia! If you need help tell me. Good night Misty!

He waved and started walking, before stopping and turning back.

Y/n: Where do I sleep?

Me: In that room. You stay with Misty.

He nodded, thanked me, and went into the room. Misty and I just looked at each other.

Misty: Not gonna lie, scary Y/n's accuracy is pretty hot.

Me: Not the time Musty.

She glared at me, sniffed herself, and glared at me harder.

Misty: I don't stink, you're just smelling your fishy ass cooch.

I stood up and slammed the table.

Me: You little shit! I'm gonn-

I was cut off by Y/n poking his head out of the door.

Y/n: Um, Mrs. Fugo? C-can you please bring me my clothes?

I did as he asked, and the naked teen thanked me. I sighed and sat back down with Mista, who stretched and went in the room, leaving me alone.

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I looked down at my spaghetti. Hm, can't say I blame Narancia, he is pretty cute. I chuckled to myself and took a bite of my spaghetti.