【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

The back is about to kill), but he carefully huddled beside the bed to ensure that he would not press on Giorno's wound.So Giorno was staring at him intently early in the morning because...?

"What's wrong with you?" Mista asked.

Giorno shook his head.

"Feeling better?"

Giorno nodded, but still didn't speak, just stared at Mista, as if in a daze.

strangeness.Mista quickly reached out and touched Giorno's forehead.The fever has subsided.But I have never heard that the sequelae of fever is that people suddenly become dumb. "Get you a glass of water?" He asked for nothing.

Giorno seemed to have just come to his senses, a trace of apology flashed across his blank face. "Sorry. I remember... I broke your glass."

More than that.Did you forget that you turned into a slimy humanoid postage stamp that was licked? "Some people are just troublemakers," Mista smirked, and sighed in affected manner. "It's a pity, my cup is quite valuable."

Giorno couldn't help being amused by him. "It's hard to say. Because you not only didn't drive me out, but also bought me medicine. It seems that I am worth more than your cup."

"Don't be complacent, Giorno. I didn't kick you out because of your miserable appearance. I'm doing good deeds." Mista paused, raised his eyebrows and said: "Besides, you still owe me What about a movie. Hey, don't make yourself so miserable just to avoid the treat. This trick doesn't work for me, just save yourself."

"So you tied me tightly with bandages to prevent me from running away? I thought you wanted to—" Before he finished speaking, the man seemed to suddenly realize something, and suddenly closed his mouth.Mista looked at him strangely, but Giorno turned his head in a timely manner to avoid his questioning gaze.

"What's wrong?" Mista wondered.

"It's nothing." Jolu Norn paused, looked back at him again, and smiled: "By the way, you helped me bandage, and I haven't thanked you yet. Thank you, Mista."

Mista frowned.

Something is wrong.He couldn't say it, but Giorno's tone, and that smile, were so polite, as if Mista was some medical staff who came to give him an IV, the kind with a mask covering most of his face, not The person he confessed to last night in a daze (well, don't pick and choose), and who was still sleeping on the same bed.That smile was of the utmost standard, yet it revealed a terrifying alienation, as if he was retreating.

This is not right.

"You still have a conscience," Mista decided to try again. "Okay, what about the dirty bed sheets and bathroom? My apartment looks like a murder scene now."

"Sorry, I will clean up." Giorno replied immediately. "Sheets...I'll buy you new ones. Sorry."

It's not like Giorno.Based on Mista's understanding of Giorno, this little bastard shouldn't miss any chance to tease him verbally.In that sentence he intentionally left a lot of loopholes, stained sheets, settling accounts... Giorno should have made a fuss with these, and then Mista fought back, briefly gaining the upper hand, until Giorno came up with something else , lightly making Mista blushed due to anger and a little bit of embarrassment, and was speechless.They should have enjoyed this little war with a bit of childish competitiveness and erotic undertones, like a tacit secret between two people.As it should be.He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

Mista stared at Giorno. "That's all you have to say?"

Giorno didn't answer.Mista's question fell into silence, as if dead.The atmosphere gradually cooled down. Mista never knew that the silence was so unbearable. The air was like a pool of stagnant water, which could not be stirred, but still dragged him down.

I like being with you.Mista remembered what he said last night.Looking at it now, it seems to be an illusion.He closed his eyes forcefully, "Yesterday you—"

"I think I should go." Qiao Lunuo interrupted.

Mista looked at him, and Giorno stared at the sheet, as if that crumpled sheet with its stupid print and messed up with blood was the only thing in the world he cared about.He clutched at it like he was clutching at straws.

"I think you should go," Mista said.See, it's not that hard to control your emotions.He prides himself on his coolness.He stopped looking at Giorno, picked up a coat and put it on, and walked outside. "Medicine and bandages are on the table. You better pack up and get out before I get back."

Walking to the door, he took a long breath. "Giorno, what the hell are you hiding?"

There was still silence behind him.To hell with Giorno and his damn sheet.Mista grabbed the key and slammed the door, pretending not to shake from the bang.

****

Mista ordered a cup of coffee, found a table away from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and flipped through the newspaper absently, not paying attention to what she was reading.

"Hey, handsome guy." Trish pulled the chair behind him and sat back to back with him. "looking for me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do. For example, I suddenly want to invite you to dinner?"

Trish snorted. "Don't be stupid. You're not that generous." She took out a small mirror and pretended to touch up her makeup, and secretly looked at the man behind her. "Tell me, what happened so badly that you would rather call me out at the risk of being taught a lesson by Bugarati?"

Mista pouted. "How do you know it's a bad thing?"

Terry took a break and smiled. "Because even the back of your head looks like bad luck. Come on. I sneaked out. If I get back late, they'll think I drowned in the pantry."

woman.Mista sighed. "I have something to ask you."

"No, but thank you, Mista, it's cute, and I like you, but not that way. Besides, you've got Giorno."

"Hey!" Mista put the coffee cup heavily on the table, a few drops of coffee splashed onto his cuff, he ignored it, turned back to find the red-haired girl's argument, turned halfway, and saw the waiter next to him coming, Turning back abruptly, he hurriedly waved his hand at the waiter, pulled a tissue himself, and wiped it carelessly.The girl giggled from behind, and Mista gritted her teeth and whispered: "Damn it, Trish, can you stop making trouble?"

"Okay, no kidding." The girl stopped laughing. "Speak, I'm listening."

Mista used the newspaper to cover his face, otherwise it would be really eye-catching for a person talking to himself to an empty table—the bad one, he didn't want to be regarded as a lunatic. "I... have a friend. He recently made a friend. Well, it's not a friend, you can understand that kind of friend, anyway, at first I thought-I mean, my friend thought it was that kind of friend friend."

"Wait," Trish interrupted, "How many people are there? You've got me confused."

"Two," Mista said firmly.

"Okay, two guys, we're off to a classic start," Trishew repeated. "Go on, what's the matter with you and your buddy?"

"What? It's not me! A friend of mine! Not a friend with benefits, I don't remember saying anything about a friend with benefits - God Trish, are you listening?"

Trish raised his lips in dissatisfaction.Mista guessed that the girl would have run over his big big toe with the stiletto of her high-heeled shoe if they hadn't had to sit back to back.It hurts to think about it.Ow. "So, how do you expect me to understand 'that kind of friend', Mista?" Trish asked word by word. "Let me see, met through some adult social setting, usually a bar, or just a nightclub, had sex - more than once, no step-by-step dating process, nor planned, and no thinking about the future and commitment?"

"Yes, but—"

"Mista," the girl said firmly, "in the dictionary of ordinary people, this is called a friend with benefits."

"But—well, well, you're right." Mista sighed.

"So, you two really slept together?" Trish's cheerful tone was full of gossip.

"For the last time, it's my friend! Friend! Is it that hard for you to remember those two words? God, Trish, I don't know why I'm sitting here with You waste time."

"Because I'm the only person you know who has above-average interpersonal sensitivity and will help you keep it a secret? Try Fugo or Naranja, they'll advise you that nothing can be solved by throwing an encyclopedia in the face No, and the next day, half of the police station will hear your little story." Trixie casually dusted off his clothes, as if he was dusting off non-existent dust. "And it's not my fault. You didn't make it clear in the first place."

Mista cut a hole in the newspaper. "Okay, let's start over," he said sullenly. "I had a friend who met someone. At first they agreed to just be friends with benefits, but then things got a little complicated."

"uh-huh?"

Mista took a deep breath and said it all at once, because he felt that if he stopped, he might never say it again. "The guy confessed to him, and it wasn't really a confession, but he said he likes being with my friends, and I think—my friends think, it's not just about sex, it's about being together, you know Yes, the lover kind. But the next day the guy's attitude changed completely, as if nothing had happened before. This distressed my ... friend."

"That's why he regretted it." Trixie shook his head and regretted, "Men are like this. They always say sweet words but are irresponsible. Maybe he said he wanted a long-term relationship because he was excited for a while. After calming down I found that I still just want to be friends with benefits."

"No, it's different," Mista struggled to find the words to express, "Not only did he not admit those words, but his...his attitude was also different. At first it was my friend who just wanted to maintain the relationship with friends with benefits, but He seemed to want more, but now he backed off, whether it was overtures or confessions, he became the one who refused, the one who deliberately ignored. It was like... It seemed like everything was reversed. "

Trish frowned. "Did you keep him waiting too long?"

"... Trish."

"Well, well, your friend—did your friend keep him waiting so long that he became impatient? For God's sake, that's enough, Mista."

"I don't think one night is a long time. Seriously, why on earth would someone be such a cold blooded jerk the next morning after confessing their love?"

"Geez," Terry said with a false laugh, "isn't that what the girls you've dated always used to describe you? - Well, well, stop torturing that poor paper, it sounds like Torn apart by you. So, during this period of his change of attitude, did your friend do anything unusual?"

Saved his life?Lend him a hand to rub his fur like a cat tickles?Laughing like a lunatic after hearing the confession?Mista swallowed, "No." Anyway, nothing happened while that guy was in a sane state, so it can be approximated as nothing happened. "Why do you ask this?"

"This is the control variable method," Trish rolled his eyes. "Then obviously, it's the guy's own problem. Something must have happened to him to change his attitude."

what happen?Mista pouted.Giorno lay unconscious on his bed, what the hell could have happened?Burn out your brain?

"Go ask him." Trixie said firmly: "If your friend still wants to be with him, then ask him to ask him to find out why. If you don't want to, don't say anything. Choose one. Or Don’t leave regrets for yourself, or let go completely, don’t make it difficult for yourself. Mista, don’t always put on a bitter face, it’s so ugly, the melancholy and affectionate route is not suitable for you, really.”

Although there was strong disgust in Trish's tone, Mista still raised the corners of his mouth slightly because of these words.It was the girl's tactful way of expressing concern, and he knew it and was grateful. "How come. Don't deny that you are attracted to me, Trish."

Trish responded with a sneer.It hurts self-esteem, alas. "And," she added, after a pause, "if he refuses to say—"

Mista took it naturally: "——I'll beat him until he agrees to talk. Got it."

"...I originally wanted to say that you can change to a covert questioning method." Trixie clicked his tongue and sighed: "Lord, please forgive these boys whose brains are full of muscles and violence. "

Mista's face was a little hot. "Please don't question my problem-solving style, ma'am?"

"Oh, so what's the reason I'm sitting here listening to you blah blah blah?"

This woman is blind as a policeman.She should be a lawyer, the kind who can tear enemies to pieces just by talking.Mista reminded himself to add a prominent place in the police handbook: Never, never try to argue with Trish.He should have learned.With a bitter face, he flattered him and said, "Aren't you even better? You said you have a high interpersonal relationship."

Trish snorted. "I'm not here to give you psychological counseling. For God's sake, I'm going to ask Bucciarati for a raise."

"Yes, yes, the salary must be increased," Mista immediately agreed without principle: "The salary must be increased. There must also be a bonus. Good Trish, dear, can you bring it with you when you type the report?" I……"

"I'm not joking. I've been out for a long time, it's time to go." Trish looked at his watch and stood up, paused for a moment, and sat back down again. "By the way, I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Polbo's subordinate, the one you injured earlier, died in the detention center."

"Dead?" Mista frowned. "How did he die? When?"

"Yesterday he was seen arguing with other detainees during the day, and he was found stabbed to death in the toilet cubicle in the evening. It looks like a revenge hunt, and the prisoner turned himself in, but I think you and Joe Luno should know, I always feel that something is wrong. I hope I am thinking too much."

Mista thought about it, but couldn't figure it out. "I hope. I'll tell Giorno." If the guy was still there when I got home.He picked up the cup and took a big sip of coffee, the bitter taste spread in his mouth.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself, Mista, don't hang up, it will be too embarrassing for our team."

"Okay, I got it, Mom."

The sound of a woman stepping on high heels faded away.Mista sat in his seat without moving.As soon as he calmed down, the bits and pieces of getting along with Giorno flooded into his mind.Giorno's confession last night, his ignorance and avoidance this morning, and the gaze of the blond young man with a smile earlier, were repeatedly intertwined in Mista's mind.He closed his eyes forcefully, picked up the cold coffee and drank it in one gulp, then stood up and walked towards the apartment.

****

He didn't think about anything along the way.Walking into the apartment building, the pace slowed down.At this time, Giorno should have left long ago.Mista didn't know what he was chasing.He took the key and tried twice before inserting it into the lock, took a deep breath and opened the door.Giorno was standing in the middle of the living room, facing the direction of the door, as if waiting for him.Mista froze for a moment.He stood frozen at the door.

Giorno saw his doubts, and said slowly: "I thought, it seems impolite to leave without saying hello to you." Seeing that Mista didn't speak, he continued: "I Cleaned up the room. Sorry to trouble you."

Mista looked around mechanically, the room seemed to be a little tidier, but right now he didn't have the heart to tell.Giorno was standing in front of the left, and the bedroom door was on the other side.Trish said it was a multiple-choice question and asked him to think it over before making a decision.But Mista didn't think too much about it, and let the decision be made at the last second.At this moment, he looked at Giorno standing not far away, and everything else disappeared. He looked at those green eyes and only wanted to go to him.

He clenched his fists and strode up to the blond man, ready to beat him to the ground the first time the man ran away.Anyway, this bastard has already been beaten into such a miserable state, so it's not bad for him.perhaps.

"Mista." After Giorno called his name, he closed his mouth tightly again.

Mista looked directly at Giorno and took a deep breath. "What's the matter with you?" he asked bluntly. "You're hiding something, what is it?"

Giorno didn't deny it.Mista's heart sank. "If it's mission related, I have to figure it out. If it's not, I need to know if it matters."

Giorno responded to his gaze without emotion, and said in a deep voice: "The task will be completed. Don't worry. And I promise, no matter what I want to do, Bucciarati will know."

Mista's nails dug into his palm and felt the pain, but he couldn't stop. "Okay, trust me, it's about the mission. Then it's about us. What do you think?"

1, 2.Mista counted two numbers in his heart, but Giorno didn't answer.He counted again, still nothing.Giorno looked like a three-dimensional display in the living room. Did the bastard think that Mista would forget him as long as he stood there motionless and silent for a long time?Mista grabbed the front of Giorno's clothes, "What's the matter, Giorno? Don't pretend to be dumb. What the hell are you thinking?"

Giorno was pulled closer to him, and the tip of their noses was only a finger away. He frowned and looked at his own reflection in Mista's eyes. "I have no idea."

Mista almost laughed out loud. "Okay! You don't know. Remember what you said to me on the first day? You said you trusted me, so you asked me to trust you, but now you are hiding something and pushing it, this fucking It's a bit unreasonable, isn't it. Is that how you trust me? You know what you said yesterday. Have a fever? Don't you remember? Don't fuck with me. You know what you're thinking better than anyone else, damn it, Maybe it's only you who knows. Damn Giorno, I should have thrown you out the door that night. But I let you in, told me stupid things and believed the hell, and now you say You don't know? What is this?... What are you?"

He clenched his fist and swung it towards Giorno's face. Giorno reflexively blocked, and he held Mista's wrist tightly with his backhand, while the other hand tried to break the neckline's restraint, maybe it was because of the wound Still because of the force, there were tiny beads of sweat on the man's forehead, but he still gritted his teeth stiffly, and Mista's joints were pinched by him.Mista did not let go, his body was cold, but his heart was on fire, and he was extremely uncomfortable. He held his breath and wanted to compete with Giorno. There are rare moments in his life when he makes things difficult for himself and for the other party. Giorno Unwilling to explain, he insisted on turning his face away, so he insisted on breaking the man's head to see his own heart, as well as Giorno's heart, and he had to do it even if the bones were broken. There was only one thought left, even if he and Giorno wanted to beat each other into the ICU, he couldn't let go.Even if he was lying on the emergency table, he would turn over, grab the electrode plate and press it on the man, pull the words out of the oxygen mask, pull his heart out of his chest to take a good look, and then pull his own. come out to him.But they shouldn't have gotten to this point.It's so embarrassing.For a moment, Mista was angry, sad, and confused and ridiculous.How can a person have so many emotions at the same time?

The two were deadlocked in one place.The heavy panting and the ticking of the hands of the clock on the wall were mixed together, infinitely magnified in the quiet room.Mista estimated the remaining physical strength and calculated the next move. At this time, Giorno suddenly withdrew his strength, and the man let go of his hand and fell towards him without warning.Mista had no time to stop and almost hit the man in the face. "What's the matter—?" He yelled angrily, with a little panic, he reached out his hand reflexively to fish, and hugged Giorno in his arms.

The blond man leaned against him, resting his head on his shoulder, letting him hug and support him, as if he had no strength in his body. "Mista," Giorno's voice was more like a sigh, buried in his shoulders, full of warmth. "I'm not lying to you. It's not an excuse. I really don't know. It's me... I really can't figure it out."

He sounded terribly tired.For the second time, Mista saw him like this.The man said similar things that day, but at that time Mista thought he was in a coma, but his heart was clenched as tightly as it is now.

"I have... two plans. Two completely different plans. But I haven't decided which one to choose. One is normal, but the chances of success are not high; the other is good chances, but the price... is that I am not willing to pay Yes. And that's just a risky idea, it's not a plan at all, and I can't predict one, there are too many variables in it." Giorno said sullenly.

"So you've been out of your mind these days because you haven't been able to come up with a comprehensive plan?" Mista asked in disbelief.

Giorno smiled lightly, but it sounded very bitter. "You don't understand, Mista. I like change, and I'm never afraid of change. Every time something goes wrong, it's always worked out. It's not difficult, as long as you plan well, be prepared, and imagine the situation That's fine, just be quicker, it's not that hard. When you push the boundaries of planning very broadly, you can turn a lot of surprises into expectations. I like the sense of control where everything is calculated. Time For a long time, it seems that I have formed a certain way of thinking, and I have to think clearly before doing things. Then one day, I encountered things that I couldn’t figure out and situations that I couldn’t control. I didn’t expect that I would actually Such a panic."

"Rationality understands how to choose. But like I said, there are things I don't want to give up. I always think there are other ways, other ways, but I can't think of them. It's just so deadlocked, anxious to death .Disappointed in myself, but also feel aggrieved. 'Giorno will find a way' - everyone said that. But Mista, they don't understand, I am not omnipotent. I am also human. I will always make mistakes Sometimes, I will be afraid, panicked, and sometimes I can’t think about it. But I can’t say this, and I feel ashamed. Anyway, the previous road has come, but this time I started to panic It’s too late to make a decision. Mista, what really scares me is not the option itself, but the fact that I am so cowardly before the unknown that I can’t control, and this is actually caused by myself, It was as if I had pulled a rope around my neck, hanging my life all the time."

"I feel like I'm standing at a fork in the road, covered by thick fog in front of me. The more I can't see clearly, the more I think about it, the more disturbed I feel, and I dare not take a step after looking around for a long time. This is really...terrible." His voice There was an imperceptible tremor in his chest, which sounded so sad, as if he was about to cry.Mista couldn't speak, and tightened her arms, as if to press the man into the bone.

"So when you ask me, Mista, about what I think," Giorno sighed deeply, as if he was about to blow his lungs out, "I can't answer. Sorry to disappoint you."

The warm breath penetrated through the fabric, but Mista felt pain at this moment, as if burned.He pulled Gioruno away, and Gioruno was startled. He didn't know what happened, and stepped back subconsciously. The next second, his shoulders were clasped tightly.Mista grabbed Giorno's shoulders, his fingers trembling, as if he wanted to smash the bones into pieces.

"Just do it." He said, looking directly into Giorno's eyes.

Giorno didn't seem to understand his words for a moment.The man stared blankly at Mista with his eyes wide open.If it was another occasion, Mista would definitely laugh and take a picture of this expression as a souvenir.But he has more important things to do now.

"Just do it, Giorno," Mista repeated slowly and word for word. "To hell with those plans, those strategies! Don't worry about the future, don't think about the cost, do what you want to do now. Can't you give your clever brain a rest, and let fate throw you now and then. Roll the dice once, close your eyes and take a random step, let your heart decide and see where it leads you. This is not recklessness, this is a test of courage and courage. Show your courage, Jolu promise."

"And I will always be there," he said seriously, looking at the blond man, as if a knight had sworn an oath, "Giorno, no matter where the last road leads, I will help you watch your back."

He has always been sweet-talking and the best at pleasing people. When he goes clubbing, he can coax the other party to leave his phone number with a few words.And this is probably the most unlovely love story Gedo Mista has ever said in his life.

Giorno lowered his head and remained silent for a while.Mista's hand loosened little by little.Suddenly, Giorno laughed lowly.The laughter seemed to land on Mista's heart, itching and trembling a little.

"Mista, you really..." The blond man raised his head to look at Mista, his eyes were full of surprise and unconcealable love.This time Mista could see clearly.His heart beat wildly.

"So, now I want to do this." Then, Giorno held Mista's face and kissed him until he was breathless.

****

At first, Giorno made a feverish and not very convincing confession, then Mista confessed his heart to the other's sleeping face, and then they experienced a failed flirting, quarreling After a fight, they started fighting, and later, Mista made a vow that was not sweet, and Giorno couldn't even finish his sentence.Generally speaking, in the matter of confessing, there is no cure for the two of them.

It's evened out, Mista thought vaguely, and turned his head so that Giorno could kiss his earlobe more conveniently. The sound of wet water was amplified by his ears, and the numbness spread all over the place in an instant. whole body.Giorno's slightly cool hand reached into the hem of Mista's shirt, and Mista flinched, suddenly remembering something.He pulled Giorno away, "Wait a minute."

Giorno hummed absently, his hands still groping around Mista's waist.

"Stop touching, can you concentrate," Mista slapped Giorno's hand down, "I'm talking to you."

Giorno raised his eyebrows high. "It's true that I was hurt a little, but don't be naughty, Mista."

Mista snorted and said mockingly: "Is that so? It's a pity, it's hard to deter those words from someone who just cried."

Giorno narrowed his eyes, and then showed a very bright smile. "It makes sense. Then, I hope that the crying people will be as eloquent as they are now."

Mista felt cold behind her back.He cleared his throat, "Stop making trouble, I'm asking you seriously. After all, why are you acting like a jerk in the morning?"

"Uh," Giorno rarely got stuck. "Didn't we talk about this a few minutes ago?"

"No! You just said that you didn't think about the messy things, but I always feel that this is not the reason for your sudden change of attitude."

"Ah, about that." Giorno tilted his head and thought for a while, then spread his hands openly, "I don't want to talk about it."

Mista gasped.He knew that Giorno had always been a little bastard, but it was the first time a man was so rascal.He crossed his arms and said with a swearing-in attitude: "Don't do this. It's useless, Giorno."

Giorno pretended to think for a few seconds, then leaned forward, pressed Mista's lips, and licked the outline with the tip of his tongue. "Is this useless?" He asked, but didn't give Mista a chance to answer, and kissed her again,

Well this works.The lips and tongues of the two were entangled, Mista closed his eyes, and quickly forgot about everything else.

"You said it," Giorno murmured vaguely between lips and teeth, "you told me to do whatever I wanted, and not to think too much about it. I don't want to think about this morning any more. .”

"Will this become an excuse for you to be more unscrupulous in the future. Seriously, Giorno, I'm starting to regret it. Can I take that sentence back?" Mista complained, but at the same time pulled Gioruno get closer.

"Of course not. Neither sentence will do." There was a hint of complacency in Giorno's tone.They clung to each other tightly, their lower bodies rubbed against each other, and they both let out a gasp.

"Guess what I want to do now?" Giorno whispered in his ear.

****

How they managed to get from the living room to the bedroom with their legs entangled and tripping over each other from time to time remains a mystery.Mista backed up and sat on the bed. Giorno bent over to catch up with his lips while unbuttoning his neckline. Mista raised his head and quickly took off his shirt between kisses.As if they had to suck oxygen from each other's mouth to survive, the two refused to separate for half a second.

The moment Giorno pressed Mista on the bed, Giorno's slight pause failed to escape the man's eyes.Seeing Mista stop, Giorno shook his head, covered Mista's hand, and gently squeezed it.I'm fine, the blond reassured.

Mista held the slightly cool hand with his backhand, and held it firmly in his palm, but relaxed the force as much as possible. "Let me see," he whispered.

Giorno saw the persistence in his eyes, sat up slowly, and took off his shirt.The white bandages were crookedly wrapped around most of the shoulders and back, one thick and the other thin. The rest of the skin was covered with several patches of blue and purple bruises, which looked terrible, but the wounds on the abdomen and waist were exposed, with red and black knots. The scab—Giorno didn't lie, he did heal faster than normal, but if he handled it casually, there was a risk of cracking at any time.Mista recognized that the messy bandages were obviously not his own creations, and he couldn't help but get angry when he saw the wounds that were obviously neglected.What does this idiot think his body is?Just about to scold the other party, Mista suddenly remembered Giorno's stiff movement when he took the shirt off his shoulders.He looked up blankly around, and then looked down at the bed sheet under him, which wasn't the one that was stained with blood and potions this morning.

For a moment, Mista's heart seemed to be severely twisted by someone, all the blood was squeezed out, and then rushed back violently, hitting his chest with soreness and his eyes burning hot.He couldn't imagine how Giorno gritted his teeth, endured the pain, put a bandage on his injured shoulder, and how he dragged that body and those things that would bleed when he pulled them. , A wound that would burst open, and one person slowly and slowly tidied up the entire house.

"Giorno—" Mista hoarsely called out.He wanted to touch the wound on his waist, but he was afraid that it would really hurt him. His outstretched hand finally landed on the waist of Giorno's trousers, and he clenched the fabric tightly, sticking his fingers against a small piece of warm, breathing breath The skin trembled slightly, as if it was sticking to his pain, but it didn't dare to go up. "You idiot. Don't you feel any pain?"

Giorno lowered his head, his slightly cool lips fell on Mista's hot eyelids, and gently kissed away the moisture. "It's okay, Mista."

Mista's words stuck in her throat, she couldn't say anything, she just shook her head desperately.Strangely, it was Giorno who was injured, but it was he who was about to lose his breath. "I can't—God, Giorno, you madman, have you no brains? Why don't you say it, and I didn't let you—God, that's angry, I..." He said incoherently. "...How dare you believe it so damn well."

"Mista, stop." Giorno called his name, firmly said: "Listen, I'll just say it once, so listen