You've been living with your new team for a few weeks now. Currently it was night and you started a new group chat for you, Narancia, and Mista. Just so you three could stay up and text without getting yelled at by Bucciarati.

Funky: So i'm sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties...

Stinky: What were we talking about again?

Orange: (Y/n)'s first and last cookout

Funky: I'm surprised you were even paying attention

Orange: What's that supposed to mean?! >:(

Funky: Nothin

Stinky: I'm still offended you made my name this... do I really smell that bad?

Funky: maybe, not sayin

Orange: I'm booooooard!

Funky: bored*

Orange: >:(

Funky: just fixing your spelling m8

You snickered at your phone as you imagined how grumpy he must look. You squinted as you looked at your phone when you saw another notification pop up from someone else texting you. You pulled up the message and immediately snorted at the message.

Fuckboy: You awake? i just poured a cup of water on Ghiaccio and it froze on his face and i'm currently hiding. i'm scared

Funky: was he asleep or awake when you threw the cup

Fuckboy: awake...

Funky: He know's your face, go make yourself a new identity and hope to god he never finds you

Fuckboy: that's too much work, i'll just let him kill me at this point

Funky: suit yourself....

Fuckboy: why the '...' ?

Funky: Give me blueberry's number I wanna fuck with him

Fuckboy: He'll kill me ten fold if he know's I gave you his number

Funky: then I won't say anything

Fuckboy: fine... XXX-XXX-XXXX

Funky: thanks m8

You entered the number into your phone and made a contact for him. You hummed in approval when you sent your first text.

Funky: Formaggio gave me your number so I can spam you while he runs, tell him I said thank you when you find him

Blueberry: change my name. NOW!!!!!

Funky: nah... It's cute

Blueberry: It's wont be cute when you're blue as a blueberry from me strangling you

Funky: kinky ;)

Blueberry: God you remind me of Melone

Funky: Melone? Does he like melons? If so I have a lot of watermelon jokes that may or may not be from vines...

Blueberry: I'm going to block you now

Funky: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I'm bored ;-;

Blueberry: Found Formaggio, i'll block you later

Funky: Tell him I said hi!

You snorted as you received a help text from Formaggio and powered your phone off for the night.

You woke up the next morning with your mattress in the middle of the living room. It took you a few seconds to register where you were.

"Sweet my room got upgraded." You heard Mista snort from the couch as him and Narancia stared at you. "So how long did it take for both of you to move me?" Mista was doing some calculation in his head before he held up three fingers.

"Three minutes?" He nodded his head as you hopped off the mattress and onto the couch.

You just sat there watching tv like it was a normal day until Bucciarati walked down stairs and into the kitchen. He did a double take and looked into the living room and saw your mattress where the coffee table should've been.

"Why is (Y/n)'s mattress in the living room? Where's the coffee table?" He sighed as he looked at the three of you. "They moved me while I was sleeping." You shrugged as you flipped to the next channel. He just shook his head and went back into the kitchen.

"I'm bored... We should do something fun today." You tapped you finger on your chin as you tried to think of something that doesn't involve you running for your life.

"We should have a sleepover!" Narancia chirped as he jumped off the couch and onto the matress. "Narancia... we sleep in the same house..." Mista groaned as he leaned onto your shoulder.

"I got a horribly amazing idea!" You shouted as Mista jumped from your raised voice. "What's the amazing idea?" You smiled at Mista as he looked at you confused. "If the 'Office' taught me anything... Tube City was ahead of it's time."

The next few minutes was you trying to explain what the 'Office' was and what 'Tube city' was. Then they thought it was a great idea. Bucciarati immediately shot the idea down from the kitchen causing you to whine.

"It was ahead of it's time anyway..." You cracked your neck and lounged back on the couch, "I got nothing then." You shrug Mista off your shoulder and looked around the room. Everyone wouldn't be down for at least another hour, so you had all morning to think about what to do.

You eventually attempted to push the mattress back into your room, which was going horribly. "How the hell did they get this out in three minutes without waking me up?!" You grunted as you gave the mattress another push before finally getting the whole thing in your room.

Meanwhile Mista and Narancia were recording you on their phones while laughing.

You eventually got your mattress back on your bed frame with your blankets. You threw yourself on your bed and reached for your phone to see a bunch of miss notifications from 'fuckboy'.

You scrolled through the help messages that were mostly threats for telling Blueberry that he gave you his number and more help texts.

Funky: If you're gonna be dumb you better be tough

Fuckboy: Hardy har har, very funny

Funky: damn right it was funny, I should ask blueberry if he has photos of the aftermath

Fuckboy: Please don't text him and remind him that I gave you his number

Funky: too late already texting him

You watched as your phone got blew up from the ungodly amount of texts telling you to stop. You switched chats and waited a moment thinking on what to say.

Funky: If I was to buy a pair of ice skates and dress warm enough, then could we ice skate together? :>

Blueberry: i forgot to block you, and no, I would probably purposely freeze you

Funky: Awwwww, thanks, I would too

Blueberry: that's concerning, im blocking you now

Funky: I'll thaw that frozen heart and we'll end up being great friends! ;P

Blueberry: Bye, bitch!

You tried sending another text and watched as it didn't send. "So much for that entertainment..." You shifted slightly in bed and watched as Formaggio continued to blow up your phone.

Funky: Do you have a kink where you get off from blowing people's phones up?

Fuckboy: Melone probably does...

Funky: Whos Melone? Please tell me he likes Melons, because blueberry wouldn't tell me

Fuckboy: Ghiaccio mentioned Melone?

Funky: He said I reminded him of him, her? Is Melone a she?

Fuckboy: He would probably get himself pregnant with Baby Face is he was a she.

Funky: TMI... does he happen to have purpleish hair?

Fuckboy: yes?

Funky: Now I know who you're talking about, it that's pervert that looks like a male stripper!

Fuckboy: Oh god... Please never say that in front of the others if you meet them

Funky: I'll make sure to specifically say that in front of your friends. Besides my friends look like male strippers too, sooooooooo...

You watched as another message popped up before Narancia pounced on you. "The fuck?!" You kicked the boy in the gut as he fell off the bed. Mista was in the doorway laughing his ass off as the black haired boy withered on the ground in pain.

"Breakfast i-is ready..." He croaked from the floor. You sat up and hissed slightly from imagining the amount of pain he's in. "Sorry Narancia... Do you want a ice pack?" He shook his head and gave you a thumbs up.

"Alright he's fine, let's go." Mista skipped off down the hall while you carried the poor boy to breakfast.

The remainder of the morning and afternoon was you trying to make it up to Narancia, since you kicked him in the gut with your strong skater legs. Mista wouldn't live it down and Giorno offered to heal him many times, every time Narancia waved him off. He was enjoying the attention.

You were still contemplating what to do for the day since you were going to be up for awhile tonight. "I have a great idea, Narancia..." He hummed as he sat up in your lap and spoke, "What? Don't tell me it involves you kicking me again..." You laughed as you shook your head, "No, no, no. What if I tried to teach you math with Fugo?"

He rolled his eyes and laid back down in your lap, "That's even worse! He'll just stab me again!" You snorted and just assumed he was over exaggerating. Boy were you wrong...

You ended up carrying Narancia to Fugo's room and kicking down his door. His room oddly resembled a study with weird pastel pink and green painted walls. Fugo was sitting in a chair with his feet propped up as he read a book.

"I'm helping you teach Narancia math!" You squawked as you thew the boy like a rag doll on his bed. Fugo booked marked his book and sighed as he looked at you and a groaning Narancia. "It's going to be impossible at the pace he's going, it's like teaching a dyslexic toddler to read." You laughed like a madman as you rubbed your hands together.

"I have a great idea!" You watched as Narancia stared at you with horror. "! Que the montage music!" Panic came out at popped a new tape into his mouth with a satisfying click.

Narancia was doing well so far and Fugo was pretty impressed, every time Narancia got a question right you would give him a chocolate.

You were now moving on to the double digit multiplication. You could see Fugo wanted to punch the boy but you made him be patient.

"This shit was so much easier with calculators!" You groaned as you circled the problems Narancia got wrong. You pointed out the mistakes he made and made him redo the problems.

"The key is to drill it into his head until he finally understands it." You motioned to Narancia as he cheerfully did the work from across the bed, expecting a treat in return.

"Meanwhile we just lay back and watch him suffer until he finally gets the problem right!" You chirped as you popped a chocolate in your mouth. "Chocolate?" You held the bag of small treats up to Fugo.

He reached in the bag and grabbed one and popped it into his mouth before leaning back against his pillows with you. was quietly playing music from the corner of the room, watching you and Fugo interact.

"So... what's the future like?" Fugo asked as he put his arms behind his head and savored the treat you gave him.

"Nothing special... some of the music sucks and technology has come a long way. Fugo hummed at he searched for another question to ask you, not trying to pry too much into your life as Narancia quietly worked in front of him.

"Anything cool happen in the future?" He questioned as you hummed in thought. "Virtual reality became a popular thing... I never got a headset though." You both sat in silence as you tried to find something else to talk about.

"You never told me what Purple Haze does... You just said he's dangerous." Fugo stiffened slightly next to you as he tried to search for his words. "He can release a flesh-eating virus that will kill you within seconds. It's one of the few reasons i'm rarely sent out on missions." You hummed as you tried to imagine how painful it would be to die by a virus like that. You grimaced at the thought and pushed it away.

"Done!" Narancia chirped as he tossed you his notebook. "Let's see... 36 x 10 is...." You heart dropped as the atmosphere around Fugo changed. "Not 26..." He growled as he looked at the boy who was inching off his bed slowly.

"Fugo... Remember we'll drill it into his head until he learns it, all we have to do is sit back and watch..." You put your hand on his shoulder as you tried to calm the man down. He relaxed slightly before clicking his tongue and laying back down.

You scooted closer to Narancia and walked him through what he did wrong until he got the right answer. "Ok... now do 46 x 11." You wrote the problem down before scooting back to Fugo.

"I'm sure he'll get this one..." You hummed as you bunched up some pillows and laid on them. "You'll be surprised on how long we've been on this..." You perked up and looked at him waiting for a response. "We've been on it since a little before April..."

You let out a noise of confusion when you realized you don't even know what today's date is, let alone the day of the week. "Hey, Fugo, whats today's date?" He gave you a weird look before responding, "Thursday, October, 11th. Don't tell me you had no idea what the date was the whole time you've been with us!"

You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly as he facepalmed next to you. "Time flies when you're having fun." You stuck your tongue out at him before resuming to watch Narancia., stopped playing music at this point and you were sitting in silence next to Fugo.

You both shifted comfortably as he tried to find a new conversation starter. "So/So..." You both start. "Jinx, you owe me a bag of chips!" You laughed as Fugo scowled at you. "Is that a future thing too?" He sneered as he reminded you about the incident with him and Narancia.

"You wound me! Yes it is, even though my friends never buy me what I ask for." You heard him snort from next to you. You messed with the hem of your shirt as you watched Narancia struggle with his work.

"You're on your own when he start's long multiplication, I hate long multiplication, it's too confusing!" You heard Fugo laugh as you scrunched up your nose from the thought of having to go through that hell again.

You watched as your stand shuffled around in the corner before pulling out a tape. "What ya trying to play buddy?" You yelled at your stand while he waved a tape in front of his face. You squinted at the tape before recognizing it.

"Hey, buddy~... You know your my favorite stand, right?" You watched as your stand's shoulders bounced up and down as he removed a tape from his mouth. "Isn't he your only stand?" Fugo asked as he sat up with you. You shushed him and gave your stand a concerned look.

"What's he trying to play?" Fugo looked as your stand teased putting the tape in his mouth. "Barry White..." You paled slightly as he continued to try and put the tape in his mouth. "What's wrong with Barry White?"

You grabbed Fugo's shoulders and pointed at your stand. "Please tell me you can't understand English!" He gave you a even more confused look as looked between you and your stand.

"I can understand English, but what's wrong with Barry White?" He repeated his question again. "As my mom likes to put it... 'the baby making music'." You shuddered at the memory of your mother catching you listening to Barry White for the first time.

"Done!" Narancia squeaked as he tossed you his notebook. you looked at his answer and notice it was wrong again. You could feel Fugo's mood do a 180 as he stared at Narancia.

"Is this some joke?" He growled at the boy. You watched as Narancia shrank back slightly as you tried to calm Fugo down.

You could see in the corner of your eye as your stand popped the tape into his mouth. "Oh, no..."

You're stand just kept nodding his head.

"Fugo, calm down, remember what I said, we make him repeat the problem until he finally understands it." You attempted to calm the hotheaded male down as he continued glaring at Narancia. You rested your hand on his shoulder in a attempt to calm him, as his face grew more and more red.

"I'm sure he'll get it the next time-" "Stop it! We're doing things my way now!" He snapped as he shrugged your hand off his shoulder. You looked at the Narancia with wide eyes and feared for his life.

He backed up on the bed and stared at Fugo wide eyed. "Let's just give him one more chance. I have confidence he will get it, Fugo!" You motioned to your stand to cut the music as he stood there bobbing his head.

"The dumbass can't even do simple math! We're done!" Before you could stop him, he lunged at Narancia and tackled him off the bed and onto the floor. "Goddamn it Fugo!" You scrambled off the bed to try and separate the two.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, NARANCIA!" They rolled on the ground while you tried to grab one of the males.

You finally got your arms around Fugo causing you to get elbowed in the nose. You immediately let go and stumbled backwards, hitting your head on the bed frame in the process.

"You fucker!" Narancia screamed as he punched Fugo in the face. Blood trickled down your nose as you hissed in pain. Scrambling to your feet, you finally managed to grab Narancia as you tried to pull him away from the strawberry blonde. You ended up getting kicked in the gut and tackled to the floor by Fugo, tearing a sleeve on the shirt Trish let you borrow as you fell to the ground holding Narancia.

Meanwhile...

Everyone looked up at the ceiling as music blasted upstairs. They could hear faint sounds of you and Fugo screaming. "You don't think they're..." Mista started. Bucciarati shook his head and spoke, "I didn't think they had a thing for each other..."

"I don't think they're doing what you think they're doing..." Giorno started as Golden Experience touched the ceiling. "There's three life forms up there."Mista made a noise of confusion while Trish laughed, "That's awfully bold of her!" Trish laughed as she spilled her drink. "STOP FIGHTING, YOU BABY BACK BITCHES!" They heard you scream upstairs over the music.

Trish stopped laughing as everyone stared at the ceiling for a good few seconds. "Fugo and Narancia are fighting, aren't they?"Bucciarati asked, not really wanting to know the awnser. Abbacchio sighed as he chugged his drink. After he sat the glass down everyone scrambled out of their seats and made a B-line for the stairs.

Back to you...

You screeched as you kicked Fugo off of you and pulled Narancia away. "Chill the fuck out!" You screamed as you tried to keep the boys away from each other. "I NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!" You screamed as Fugo slammed Narancia's face into the floor.

"Stop playing that damn music, and help me!" You watched as your stand danced in the corner and watched the madness unfold in front of him.

You finally managed to get a grip on Narancia and shove him out of the room, while Fugo tried to get past you and chase the boy down. You slammed the door closed and tackled him to the floor in a attempt to stop him from trying to get to the door. "Get a hold of yourself!" You screamed as you tried to stop him from wiggling. "Stop trying to protect him!" He screamed as he tried to shake you off of him.

You rolled on top of the male and tried to restrain him while unbeknownst to you the gang was only a few feet away from the door. The door slammed open, almost hitting your stand, as the gang barged in.

You were currently on top of Fugo pinning his hands above his head with your legs wrapped around his hips with parts of your clothes torn. Your neck snapped at the gang who was staring at you and Fugo in shock.