Ghiaccio kicked the door a few times with his foot while he adjusted your sleeping form slightly on his shoulder. Melone was busy drinking in the sight of your sleeping form like his normal weird self as you slightly stirred in your sleep.

After a few seconds of no one coming to the door, Ghiaccio got fed up and kicked the door open, causing you to wake up with a jolt as he stormed inside with a giddy Melone following behind him. He marched into the living room, where Formaggio and Illuso were relaxing on the couch and watching tv.

Before the two of them could get a single word in, Ghiaccio threw your body at the two of them and stormed off upstairs, possibly to go to bed. Melone followed behind him and asked why he threw you. You couldn't hear anything else after they went upstairs.

You grunted in pain as your face hit the armrest of the couch, and one of your knees almost nailed Illuso in his family jewels. You moved your head so your chin was resting on the armrest as you silently glared at the staircase Ghiaccio went up. "I'm still injured, you asshole! And I was sleeping!"

Formaggio poked one of your wounds causing you to flinch in pain before directing your undiminishing anger towards him. You glared at him for a moment before softening your gaze and realizing how cold and sore you feel all over. It felt like you got hit by a train in the middle of a snowstorm.

Illuso finally recovered from his close call and looked at you with an astonished gaze. "How the hell are you still even alive?" You shrugged and looked back at him with an indifferent look. "I'm too cool to die." You motioned to yourself before accidentally hitting an open wound on your face and hissing in response.

Formaggio started laughing at your misery before appeared and clobbered him over the head before disappearing again inside your body.

After a few minutes of Illuso making fun of Formaggio for getting attacked by your stand, only for him to get hit next by so Formaggio could turn the tables and make fun of him. You lazily stayed laying across their laps as you poked some of your wounds and immediately regretted it each time as the stinging sensation came back to haunt you.

You could hear a flurry of footsteps coming down the stairs, causing you to look behind you to see, Ghiaccio holding a first aid kit, Pesci with antibiotics, and Melone holding nothing. You snorted at the sight before realizing, with wide eyes, they were going to be patching you up.

"Isn't there another way to patch me up? Like a less painful way?" You could tell you hit a nerve with Ghiaccio since a vein basically popped up on his head from how irked he got from your dumb question.

"Would you rather Risotto use to stitch up your small wounds? I'm sure he would be happy to be woken up at this hour of the night to stitch up such minor wounds." Ghiaccio sneered as you reconsidered and weighed your very limited options.

"You know what? I rather bleed all over the place. I'll pass." Ghaiccio grunted in surprise as Melone had to stifle his laughter with his hand. You could see Pesci's eyes bulge out of his head as Ghiaccio's eye twitched in annoyance.

Illuso and Formaggio started howling with laughter, which caused the last straw to be pulled that made Ghiaccio snap. "WHY YOU LITTLE-" Before you could react, he stomped over to you and pulled your arm, with a grip of steel, and pulled you off the couch with ease.

He continued to pull you around the coffee table and to the couch across from Illuso and Formaggio. "Sit." He growled before setting the first aid kit on the coffee table and flicking the tabs up to open the kit.

You will admit you have nerves of steel, and you don't get scared easily, but knowing you pissed Ghiaccio off and he was going to be handling your wounds with little to no care, that worried you slightly. He was probably going to, literally, rub salt into the wounds for all you knew.

"Everyone out. Now." You could hear the venom practically dripping off his words as Pesci sat the antibiotics down, and scurried out of the room with Melone on his heels. Illuso and Formaggio shared a look for a second before looking back at your face that held much regret. They abandon you too. You were basically at Ghaiccio's mercy as you questioned your life choices silently.

"Face me and take your jacket off." You hesitated for a second before complying and taking your jacket off before facing him. You saw him rummaging around in the first aid kit before pulling a cotton ball out, rubbing alcohol, and small bandages.

He poured some of the antibacterial liquid on the cotton ball. You watched his hands like a hawk as he set the bottle down and slowly raised the cotton ball to your face to dab at the small cuts. As soon as it made contact with the wound, you instinctively flinched away, which caused him to click his tongue in annoyance.

"Stop being a baby and don't move." You pouted slightly before returning to your original position. This time he slightly held your face in place with his free hand as he continued to dab at the cuts. You couldn't feel a stinging sensation this time as he quietly continued his work with his hand holding your cheek.

After a few quiet minutes of him cleaning your face and applying small bandages, your face was finally mostly patched up, minus your chapped and bloody lips, he couldn't really do anything about that except swab some vaseline and try to apply it with a q-tip on your lips.

You looked at the slightly dirtied cotton balls that were stained with dirt, sweat, and blood. You probably looked a lot less like shit than before, which was a relief in itself. You were hoping you weren't going to be aching in the morning, but you doubt the world was going to be that generous to you.

"Where else did you get injured?" You hummed in thought before shrugging. came out and looked at you before lifting his pant leg to show his cracked skin. You looked at the reflective cracks on his skin that continued to slowly crack and break off by the second, revealing the mirror-like undercoat that hid under the hollow colored skin. He motioned to your own hurt ankle and poked it rather harshly, causing you to let out a yelp in pain and faded away with crossed arms, clearly not happy about receiving such heavy injuries.

"OW- fuck you too, !" You hissed as you gripped your ankle in pain. Ghiaccio grabbed a new set of cotton balls and waited patiently for you to stop your long string of curses with your injured ankle in hand.

Once you were done, he slowly rolled your pant leg up and looked at the serious flesh wound. The blood was frozen to the skin, and though it temporarily stopped the bleeding, it was still in a fragile state that needed immediate treatment.

"You're going to need stitches." He nonchalantly commented, causing you to let out a noise of confusion. "Ex-fucking-cuse me?!" You yelled as he got a suture kit from the first aid.

"Nope- nu-uh! Not happening! Put it back! PUT IT BACK!" You immediately withdrew your leg and got ready to run out of the room, but he caught your arm and gave you an annoyed look. "Stop being a baby, you're in a gang for fuck's sake." He glared at you before pulling you back onto the couch.

The next hour the room was filled with you cussing and trying to escape Ghiaccio's iron-like grip as he stitched up your ankle. You kinda regretted not going home so Giorno could heal you. But the warmth of the house was a missed luxury that you were pretty thankful for.

Ghiaccio finished wrapping your ankle and tied it off before tossing the gauze back into the first aid kit. "Don't walk for a while unless you want the wound to reopen." He advised as he closed the kit and stood up.

"Noted. So I'll go ahead and get some sleep now, so I don't feel tempted to stand up and walk around." You carefully took your shoes off and placed them beside the couch before laying down.

"What are you doing?" Ghaiccio inquired as you reached over, and plucked your jacket off the armrest, and draped it over yourself like a blanket.

"What does it look like I'm doing, Einstien? I'm trying to sleep." Ghaiccio clicked his tongue in annoyance and slightly glared at you. "Give me a second I'll be back." He stalked off back upstairs and left you on the couch as you laid on your side with your arm being a pillow.

You heard a noise at the top of the stairs and subtly glanced at the wide-open area at the top. You saw Formaggio holding a shitton of blankets with Illuso and Melone behind him, each with a pillow.

"(Y/n)~!" Formaggio sand as he carefully walked down the stairs with the blankets before walking over to you and tossing the large pieces of cloth on top of you. "We got you blankets!" Illuso cheered as you situated the blankets into a temporary cocoon of warmth before popping your head out to look at them.

"I am the blanket guardian, guardian of the blankets." You finished speaking in a strained voice before flash all of them a cheeky smile. "Give me the pillows, mortals!" You reached out with one of your arms before collecting both large pillows and returning to the inside of your nest to place the pillows inside carefully before popping your head out and smiling.

"Oh, dear blanket guardian! May I join you?" Formaggio bowed before you with a hopeful smile on his face.

"Nah, my ankle is fucked up, and I need to go to sleep. See you guys in the morning!" You retreated inside your nest before blocking the entrance off with a pillow. You snuggled up with your extra pillow and smiled as Illuso and Melone chuckled outside your nest.

Formaggio stayed kneeling with a dumbfounded look on his face before pouting slightly and standing up to his full height. he scratched his cheek in thought before getting another idea that he knows you'll most likely accept.

"What if I offer my bed as a quieter place to sleep?" Your head slowly emerged from its hiding spot and you looked at him for a second. "Go on..."

"Everyone seems to wake up early, and that would cause you to wake up at the crack of dawn too. Plus, it's not beneficial to sleep on the couch with a hurt ankle." You hummed in thought before responding. "Formaggio, I don't think you realize how much you smell. I mean it's enough to rival Mista's stench, and I don't think Mista knows what hygiene is!"

Melone and Illuso started cackling as Formaggio's cheeks heated up in embarrassment. "wh- I don't..." He lifted his arm and sniffed himself before grimacing at the smell of musk and cologne. "I've should've showered today..." He trailed off only for Melone and Illuso to start breaking out into tears as Illuso fell to the floor gripping his gut.

Formaggio glared at the two before walking over to Illuso to start kicking him in anger. "Shut the hell up!" Formaggio screamed before Illuso grabbed his foot and pulled him to the ground as a brawl broke out between the two males. Melone wiped a tear from his eye and looked down at you before speaking.

"Although I enjoy watching Formaggio's suffering, you really shouldn't sleep on the couch." A devilish smirk appeared on his face as he leaned down and bunched up the blankets with you in them and lifted you off the couch. "That's why I volunteer you to sleep in my room with me!" Illuso and Formaggio stopped fighting on the floor and glared at Melone as the lilac-haired man started to quickly walk towards the stairs with you in his arms.

"Oh no, you don't!" Illuso yelled as he scrambled off the ground and charged towards Melone. Melone let out a snort and ran towards the stairs as you bounced around in his grip, unfazed at this point by the manhandling.

Melone turned around and kicked Illuso down the stairs, who managed to hit Formaggio on the way down, causing the two of them to fall together at the bottom of the stairs. "Ta-ta~!" Melone sang as he skipped down the hall with you in his arms.

You watched as an arm flew out of a room and gripped the back of Melone's neck as the person slowly emerged with a scowl on their face. "Where do you think you're taking (Y/n)?" Ghiaccio growled as Melone started to sweat with a nervous smile on his face.

"Uhhhh- well you see-" He was cut off as Ghiaccio scooped you out of his arms and thrust the palm of his hand into Melone's nose. Successfully injuring his nose as Melone yelled in pain and clutched his nose. You hissed at the sight of blood leaking from his hands as Melone whimpered in pain with an angered expression slowly forming on his face.

"Formaggio texted me and told me to do that in his place for him." Ghiaccio nonchalantly spoke as he pushed up his glasses with his free hand. He quickly walked back into his room with you in his arms as he kicked the door shut behind him before Melone could get a single word in.

He tossed you onto his bed before going over to his closet and rummaging around for a specific article of clothing and carelessly tossing it behind his back and onto the bed. You peaked your head out and looked at the white turtleneck sweater he tossed out before looking back at Ghiaccio and realizing he moved to his dresser.

You watched as he tossed a pair of sweatpants onto the bed before grabbing a t-shirt and pants and making his way to the exit. He stopped and looked back at you for a second before getting annoyed. "Don't just sit there, say thank you for the clothes!" You let out an 'oh' and looked down at the clothes before looking back up at him and smiling. "Thank you, Blueberry~! I knew you always had a soft side!"

He clicked his tongue and left the room, most likely to go change in the bathroom and to give you some privacy so you can change too. You wasted no time and discarded your jeans and shirt to the floor and slipped on the sweater and shorts before recovering yourself with your blankets.

Ghiaccio walked back in a few minutes later and looked at the floor annoyed before picking your clothes up and tossing them on his dresser. "Why do you still have all those blankets? You don't need them." He complained as he removed the blankets off you and tossed them in the corner of his room before looking back at you.

You poked your tongue out at him teasingly, which caused his eye to twitch in annoyance. He huffed and moved you to the far side of his bed before taking his glasses off and setting them down on the nightstand. You slipped under the covers and took a pillow and hugged it as Ghiaccio slipped into bed next to you with his back facing you, of course, and turned the lamp off.

"Night Blueberry~!" You chirped, causing the hotheaded man to snap at you. "Stop calling me that stupid nickname!"

"Nah, it suits you."

You heard him click his tongue in annoyance. You let out a yawn and snuggled up to your pillow and eventually fell asleep.

You could hear laughter coming from downstairs as you let out a muffled groan as soreness consumed your body. You hugged your pillow slightly tighter and attempted to move it over your head so you could salvage a few more minutes of much-needed sleep.

You attempted to move your pillow again, only for it not to budge and instead wiggle in your grip. You could make out the faint sound of someone trying not to laugh as you moved your arms around and inspected your pillow in your half-awake state.

You cracked an eye open in alarm after your pillow started squirming quickly in your grip. It took you a few seconds to register what you were looking at a second before you realized you were hugging Ghaiccio's chest, and he was wide awake and reading a book.

"What the hell?" You slurred in your sleepy state as you lifted your head slightly and looked Ghiaccio in his eyes as bookmarked his page and sat his book on the nightstand next to him. "Blueberry? What the fuck? When did I end up in here?!" You sat up groggily and tried to think back on when you might've ended up in La Squadra's house.

After a few seconds of spacing out the memories flooded back to you and you let out a quiet 'oh.' "Is your five brain cells finally working?" Ghiaccio snapped his fingers in your face causing you to blink a few times before looking at him. "Bold of you to assume I only have five brain cells."

Your brain went back to the first few seconds you woke up before you smiled at Ghiaccio. "You're ticklish?" You saw heat slowly creep up his face, which only confirming your suspicion. "N-no you dumbass! I was reading something in my book." Your smile only grew as you lifted your hands and wiggled your fingers.

You lunged at him and started tickling him, causing him to break out into laughter and to squirm under your hands. "Awww, Blueberry is ticklish!" You cooed as he opened his eyes slightly and glared at you as he continued to laugh. Your fun was halted when he caught both of your wrists with his hand and huffed as he tried to catch his breath.

You pouted as he pushed you away slightly and fixed his glasses and hair before getting up and leaving the room. "Noooo~! Blueberry! Come back~!" You whined as he closed the door and walked away. "I won't tickle you again! Come back~!" You continued to whine, only to be met with no response.

You sat there and pouted before quickly getting bored. You picked at a bandage on your face before came out and swatted and your hand. He hovered over you for a second before looking at the door and back at you. He wiggled his finger in front of your face as he silently scolded you for getting the idea to follow Ghiaccio downstairs.

Your desire only grew when you heard two unfamiliar voices come from downstairs as everyone laughed at something funny. You let out a high pitched whine and gave your stand a pleading look. scratched the side of his head for a second before floating away from you and towards the closet. It was a rare sight to see floating, but you guessed he wasn't trying to injure your hurt ankle more than it already was.

You watched as he moved around the room and grabbed a blanket from the pile and dragged it over to you. He motioned to the blanket as you crawled off the bed and landed with a thump onto the blanket.

You were pretty sure everyone from downstairs heard you, and you only had a few seconds to act fast as started to pull you towards the door. He swung the door open and looked around before pulling you into the hallway and quietly closing the door behind the two of you.

"(Y/n)?! Did you get out of bed up there?!" You recognized Prosciutto's voice as he yelled from downstairs. You motioned for your stand to hurry up and keep moving as he continued to drag you. "Who's (Y/n)-? wait is it that one girl you guys have been telling us?!" You heard a voice get higher in pitch as they expressed their excitement.

pulled you towards the end of the hall and looked over the balcony that looked down into the living room. "(Y/n)?! What the hell are you doing out of bed?!" You could hear Formaggio yell from downstairs once he caught sight of your stand. "I guess the jig is up." You stood up and leaned on the railing and looked down at everyone in the living room. Your eyes landed on Ghaccio and scowled at him for a moment before poking your tongue out at him.