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Staying Up Late w/ Narancia

This was for a friend who kins Narancia, and I love this boy. The prompt my friend wanted was simple and fun enough to execute so here it is! Enjoy my impulsive writing.

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Staying Up Late w/ Narancia

Today was a Friday night, or- would it be Saturday morning?

Well, whatever the day was it didn’t change the fact of how pretty it was outside. The sky was a frightening dark colour, so much so that you could barely make out the faint wisps of clouds in the sky. You wanted to run your hands across the sky. Almost like the sky would become a liquid if you so much as laid a finger on it. You hardly knew the reason why you were looking at the sky through your window all by your lonesome. That was until you remembered.

That’s right, today was a Friday.

Fridays were usually the day you and a very energetic boy would stay up until one of you passed out, or one of you got so sick from the number of snacks you ate. Despite it being the fateful day, it was different this time around.

You had gone on a pretty taxing mission with Narancia earlier that evening because your stands worked the best for the mission. While you’ve gone on missions with him before, this one took a toll on Narancia especially. He had somehow managed to convince himself that you getting injured was his fault due to his lack of awareness. Adding on that you should’ve gone with Bucciarati or Fugo instead.

Even trying to comfort him through the drive back to the house your team shared wasn’t enough to get him out of his funk. You tried telling him that Giorno could fix the wound in a jiffy and there’d be no issue, but that didn’t stop him from insisting he’d get stronger. Eventually, night rolled around, and your usual ‘Stay up late because we don’t work very hard on the weekends’, became a solo act. Although, that part was unintentional.

You had meant to go to bed after receiving no response after knocking on Narancia’s door but your body had other plans. You had to think of ways to cheer him up, yet the only thing you could think of was what you were doing right now: staying up. You glanced over to the alarm clock to which it read 3:22 AM. Any sane person would be asleep by now, and yet you wanted to knock on his door one more time.

Giving into the urge, you stood up, walked out of your room and across the hall over to Narancia’s room. You raised your fist making contact with the door.

1 second

2 seconds

3 seconds

A few more silent seconds later you begrudgingly sighed and began your retreat to your room. Up until you heard the door behind you open. You whirled around to see a sleepy Narancia. He had plaid pyjama pants on with a black tank top. He rubbed his tired eyes to see you standing there in your own sleep attire.

“Y/n?” He called after your retreating figure. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Uh, well, couldn’t sleep I guess?” You laughed sheepishly.

He gave you a confused look which then became a deadpanned one. “You couldn’t sleep, so you woke me up?”

“Not exactly, I came to see if you were still up for staying up?” Technically it was a gamble to see if he was asleep or not, but you didn’t tell him that.

Hearing that made his eyes light up. “Why didn’t you ask me earlier?” He laughed brightly, and his eyes closed as he did so.

You scratched your head while you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, “You were upset the whole way back! How was I supposed to know if you were still up for our all-nighter?”

He continued to laugh, and from your perspective, it looked like he was gonna collapse and wake up the whole house in the process. He wiped away a tear, “So you woke me up at 3 AM to ask if I still wanted to stay up?”

“It’s a yes or no question, Nara!”

Only after his laughing fit did he respond with a smile and a yes. Now you two were in your room, in a haphazard bedroom fort watching Fist of the North Star. It was his favourite show and the amount you two had watched it was uncountable.

“What would you do if the world was like this?” Narancia asked, breaking both of your captivated silences.

You turned to him, “You mean if the world went to shit and basically all of our necessities were taken away because of a war?”

He nodded and hummed mindlessly.

“If I’m being honest, I probably wouldn’t even continue to try and live after some time,” You said, turning back to the screen.

“What? You really wouldn’t try to do anything?” It was Narancia’s turn to face you. He had a pout on his face like he was disappointed with your answer.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” You clarified, laying down. “I’d try to live, but surviving isn’t really living. I’d rather give up.”

Narancia brought his knees up to his chest, turning to the TV once more. “You kind of have a point there…”

“What about you, Nara?”

“What about me?”

Flipping onto your stomach you stared at him with tired eyes. You and him were hardly paying any attention to the show you two had watched millions of times. “What would you do in a world like that?”

He was stumped and started rubbing the imaginary hair on his chin. Until he chimed up like a lightbulb went off in his head. “I’d use Aerosmith to survive obviously! What kind of dumb question is that!”

You laughed at his certainty, “And without Aerosmith?”

His once happy expression changed into cold hard confusion. Every time he was going to answer it was like he hit another roadblock in his thought to which you laughed at.

“Maybe we rely on our stands too much?” You brought up.

Your gaze met each other’s and you both grinned. “Nah, no way we do,” You both said simultaneously.

You two went back to watching the show- watching the events play out. You enjoyed watching things with Narancia. He always liked putting his own comical input. Sometimes the input wouldn’t make sense to which you’d ask things and engage in his thoughts. Other times he just sat silent. Friday’s were truly a treasure.

A not-so-quiet rumble erupted from one of your stomachs. You could only assume it was Narancia’s. After your mission, you guys returned to dinner being made- courtesy of your Capo. The poor boy didn’t even eat it but instead grabbed a bag of chips and slammed his room door.

“Dammit, I knew only eating a bag of lame potato chips wasn’t enough,” He thought out loud.

“You thought it would be?”

“Man, whatever!” Narancia exclaimed. “Let’s go make something, Y/n!”

You arched a brow at the suggestion. “And get scolded by Fugo? Sorry bro, but you are SOL.” You weren’t exactly wrong. Every time the two of you wanted some snacks this late, Fugo would somehow catch one of you. It felt like he was always on the lookout for you two.

He pouted. His big purple eyes were staring you down like a puppy. “Y/n! Aren’t you hungry too?”

“Not really. I actually ate dinner.”

The boy clasped your hands, giving you the most extensive (yet fake) pleading look. “C’mon! Do it for your best bud, please! I’m starving over here!”

“No,” You responded.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes-” You grumbled and glared at him. “Okay, fine. What do you want to make?”

He grinned brightly, “Pizza Margherita!”

You deadpan, “At 4:34?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?!” He yelled defensively.

“Nothing, nothing,” You began to crawl out of your fort and paused the anime. Narancia soon followed suit. You both looked at each other like you had to pull off the biggest stealth mission of your life.

The way the house was built wasn’t the most convenient for nights like these. The stairs just had to be next to Fugo’s room and they liked to creek on certain steps. Fugo was a light sleeper too, making your mission even harder. You also had to be cautious of the rooms that were downstairs. Giorno and Trish’s rooms were down there and Mista’s room was right across from theirs, but he was a heavy sleeper so it should be alright.

You tiptoed down the stairs like you were going to step on a grenade. Finally making it to the kitchen, you and Narancia were giggling like two 7-year-olds who had just played a harmless prank on someone.

“Alright,” You began, “Do you even know how to make pizza?”

He looked at you with a fake offended expression, “Of course! What kind of Italian doesn’t know how to make a pizza?”

“You’d be surprised.”

He leaned on the counter, “Don’t we need dough, sauce and toppings?”

“We need to make the dough first, dummy,” You said, opening the pantry and looking for ingredients for the dough.

“Well, since you’re such a know-it-all, how do you make dough?” Narancia questioned, jumping off the counter and next to you.

“Easy. Flour, salt, and yeast.”

“That’s it?”

“Didn’t you say every Italian knows how to make pizza?” You asked before setting the ingredients you listed on the countertop.

“Yeah, I was just making sure you knew that! Also, don’t we need two flours?” The boy asked.

You looked at him, “Two? How come?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, something about the flour being specifically for pizza. Something Fugo said.”

“Well, we only have one bag of all-purpose flour, so we gotta make do.”

“So how do we start?” He asked.

Pondering your answer you looked at the ingredient sitting in front of you. You had all the things to make the dough, but it would also take time to rise. Knowing your and Narancia’s patience, waiting for some dough to rise was not going to happen.

“We’re going to have to use the store-bought dough,” You groaned out of slight frustration.

“Ew, why?” He asked.

“Do you really want to wait one to three hours for the dough to rise? It’ll be morning by then and everyone will be awake,” You reasoned.

He looked at you in surprise, “Three hours for some stupid dough to rise?!”

“Yup, I’m not sure about the exact science behind it but it’s just the way it is,” You sighed.

He groaned, going to the fridge and taking the store-bought dough out onto the counter; it was like he could read your mind.

“Great,” You said, taking the can and opening it. It made a loud popping sound and you just had to hope that it wouldn’t wake up the people downstairs.

“Really, Y/n? You couldn’t have opened that quieter?” Narancia asked as he looked around.

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t think you could’ve opened it any quieter. If anything, you’d probably wake up the whole house!”

“Whatever! What’s the next step?”

“Sauce and then toppings.”

Pizza was supposed to be a relatively easy meal to make. Or, that’s what you’d think. The experience itself wasn’t terrible, it just involved a lot of other factors. Shaping the dough could’ve been much easier if Narancia hadn’t grabbed a rolling pin. He was swinging it around like a sword in the dark kitchen and accidentally whacked you in the face. You were carrying the flour you had originally brought out, but Narancia’s act caused you to drop it, leaving a mess on the floor. Your nose immediately started to bleed onto the floor while you laughed and cussed the boy out. When you guys opened the sauce jar, Narancia had somehow dropped it on the floor causing it to splatter everywhere. The jar made a huge thud and you could’ve sworn you heard a door open.

While adding the toppings, you kept catching Narancia sneak-in bites of the toppings. He’d stuff his face with cheese, making him look like a hamster. You struggled to open a bag of pepperoni so Narancia tried to take over only for the bag to explode and all of the pepperonis spilt everywhere. You even had a tiny disagreement about putting mushrooms on the pizza. Leading you to cut yourself with the knife you were cutting the mushrooms with.

You two even had a blunder with the oven. The damn thing was beeping so loud that you flinched each time you pressed a button on it. Before putting it in the oven, Narancia nearly dropped the whole thing. All in all, the process could’ve been better, but the experience was a genuine one.

At the end of it, both of you are somehow alive and didn’t wake a single person up. You and Narancia looked at each other’s faces that had some remnants of flour and sauce on them and let out boisterous laughs.

“You look like a freakin’ idiot, dude!” Narancia cackled while pointing at you.

“I look like an idiot? You look even worse! That flour really did not do your hair justice,” You laughed with him.

You looked out to the kitchen, finally processing the mess. “We’re dead meat in the morning,” You sighed before giggling again.

“For sure, but who cares right now? I’m beat!” Narancia said before plopping down onto the couch.

A little while longer and the oven was nearing the end of its timer. You rushed to it and stopped it, not wanting it to blare loudly. You let out a sigh of relief before opening the oven door to be met with the aroma of pizza. Putting the hot pan that carried steaming pizza onto the stove made you want to jump for joy.

You heard Narancia’s hurried footsteps come from behind to look at the creation you two had formed. The pizza was gorgeous, to you, it felt like it was glistening and a holy yellow light was over it. It had fresh mozzarella cheese that you could already feel the cheese pull when you cut into it. In addition, there was pepperoni on your half of the pizza and mushrooms on Narancia’s. To top it off, there was basil for some greenery.

Narancia’s hand made firm contact with yours resulting in a solid high-five. It was an understatement to say you two were proud of yourselves. Making pizza with all of those mishaps all in the dark without waking anyone up no less.

“Quick! Let’s take this bad boy upstairs. I’m starving!” Narancia said, hastily rubbing his hands together.

You nodded, “Right, all of that work makes my stomach rumble.”

You groaned. You just wanted to eat pizza, but the messy kitchen had your mind racing. “Let’s just deal with it in the morning. It's 5:43 already. Bucciarati could be up at any moment.”

“Alright, let’s go!” He shrugged, not wanting to clean up anyway he was just fine with postponing it.

He ran up to your room with the pizza with you in tow. You both took a slice from your respective halves, eating it and giving each other another high five. When you and Narancia finished the pizza, you were automatically tired, like all the ruckus hit you all at once. With the anime playing and illuminating both of your faces, you lay down on one of your pillows with your blanket. Narancia did the same. You soon felt your eyes grow heavy and your body goes lax as you fell asleep after a long bizarre night.

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A little Omake

Bucciarati didn’t necessarily enjoy waking up early. It took some preparation to wake up at 5, 6, or 7 if he got lucky. Bucciarati loves his gang. Some may even say he loves them more than his own life, and he does. He loves his family. His famiglia.

Although Bucciarati loves his famiglia, he didn’t necessarily love walking into a kitchen that looked like it went through hell and back. There was flour on the counters, cabinets and even the fridge. Pepperoni everywhere, mushrooms too. He could’ve sworn he saw blood.

And while a normally neat man such as Bucciarati came into a dirty kitchen, he wasn’t angry. No, he could never be mad at his friends. He would just have to give them a light scolding is all, and that’s what he was going upstairs to do.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who ran a hurricane through the kitchen. It was obvious that it was the two most mischievous people in the small gang. Bucciarati carefully twisted your room door to see a sight that made his heart melt.

You and Narancia were cuddling in what looked like a fallen fort. The blankets added extra weight to your bodies, but judging by how you didn’t wake up, Bucciarati could only guess both of you went to sleep late. You had your face in your pillow with an arm draped over Narancia. Narancia had some drool come down his face as he snored loudly.

You two looked like dumb siblings who had just finished doing dumb things. Bucciarati could never ruin such a moment especially when both of you were obviously exhausted. So, instead of interrupting your guy’s sleep, he carefully closed the door without a sound and retreated downstairs to clean the mess himself.

Leaving two dummies to sleep by their pizza plates.

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