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Solitary Love Chapter 4 (Yandere Giorno x Reader)

I meant to post this last week, but I got stuck with writer's block lol. I only just finished it today. The beginning stages of slow-burn are so hard to write for 😵‍💫

If yall actually follow this story, then you're the real ones 😭

warning: use of alcohol, mentions of blood, injury, swearing

9:46PM

The whole class and your friends were waiting for this night. The night where you would all go clubbing in Tropea. Apparently, it’s the best place to go clubbing and party. You and the girls were so excited for tonight that you couldn’t stop talking about it on the plane ride to Italy. You even went so far as to plan what you wanted to wear weeks in advance!

Your friends were already dressed up and waiting for you down at the parking lot where the tour bus would pick you up.

For this night you decided to wear a body-tight black dress with spaghetti straps. The dress was short but long enough to cover your butt.

Spraying on your rose-scented perfume on your pulse points and curling your hair to give it the wavy effect, you walked out of your room with your matching black heels to meet with your class outside, ready for a night out.

When you reach the lobby, you see your whole class waiting outside looking distressed. Why haven’t they boarded the bus yet? Actually… where is the bus?

You walked outside to greet your friends and inquire about the details, “what happened? Where’s our ride?”

Your friend took a deep sigh before answering, “the bus broke down on the way here!”

“What?” you couldn’t believe your ears. You and your friends were so excited about tonight. Tropea is known for its amazing nightlife and partying sites and now, all of that has gone down the drain.

“Can’t we just call for an Uber or taxi?” you hear one classmate suggest.

“That’s going to be expensive! Do you know how far Tropea is from here? None of us has that kind of money right now” another classmate responds.

“This is some bullshit.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“This is the worst.”

One after another, you hear your classmate’s woes on the situation. You can honestly feel for them because you’re in the same boat. One night to go out and have fun and this happens.

You stood there brainstorming on solutions but every solution came with its hurdles. Calling for a taxi would be expensive. Asking for another tour bus for replacement may not be possible since your school and professor only arranged for one for tonight. And no way in hell are any of you walking. Not in these heels.

But you and the rest of the class knew it was time to face the music soon. Realistically, the only option would have to be to spend the night in the hotel.

You didn’t want the night to end like this. The rest of the class stood there in front of the hotel in the parking lot, upset and disappointed. All of you are too shocked in disbelief to even move for another 5 minutes or so.

“Alright, class. Now I know this isn’t what we had expected for the night but unfortunately we’re gonna have to cancel-”

Before your professor could finish his sentence, a set of 4 black limousines pull up on the payment in front of your class. All stopping in neat order with the chauffeurs coming out to bow and open the vehicle’s door.

“Your ride is here,” one of the chauffeurs said.

Your entire class was stunned. What was going on? What’s with all these fancy limos? Who are these guys?

“Um, scusi. But what is the meaning of this?” professor Hoffman questioned.

“Our boss’ orders. He sent us here to accompany the lot of you to Tropea given that your original ride broke down” the chauffeur explained.

“How can we tru-”

Professor Hoffman was interrupted once again when the group of students merrily hopped into the limousines. Screaming and cheering with mountains of joy that we’ve been saved with God watching over us were heard all throughout the parking lot.

“Guys! Stranger danger?! ANYBODY?!” Nobody was listening to professor Hoffman anymore. All too blinded by what’s coming next to pay any mind to him.

“Come on, y/n! Get in!” your friend grabbed your hand and rushed you to the nearest limo.

Your professor signed with a drop of his shoulders. He gave up and entered the limo too. If something were to happen to the class, then at least he went down with the ship like a good captain should.

***

You and your friends took a couple of shots to get a little buzz going to loosen up a bit.

Even Professor Hoffman was drinking! The anal professor who’s always on everyone’s ass about school and work and assignments is now partying. It was surreal.

The music was loud with multiple strobe LED lights flashing all around and the room filled with people dancing and just having fun. It was crazy to think how only a few minutes ago, your whole class was down in the dumps at the thought of cancelling the plans at the club but are now partying away like there’s no tomorrow.

You were happy. Not just for yourself but for your class as well. Everyone was having such a good time.

“y/n, let’s dance!” your friend shouted due to the loud music in the background. You nod, making your way to the dance floor.

You danced with your friends and fellow classmates to the music. The DJ doing all kinds of mixes and beats to make the tune all the more pleasant to dance to. Dancing to the beat with your arms up and hips swaying, you didn’t notice you caught someone’s attention.

“Ciao signore~ (hello ladies)” a young man approached while bumping his body to the music.

“Salve!” your friend greeted him.

“Oh, no need to be so formal. Let’s all have fun here! My name is Aurelio. Yours?”

You and your friends all take turns to introduce yourselves. “Nice to meet you,” your friend says.

“So where you from?” the young man asked.

He wasn’t ugly in the slightest. In fact, he was pretty handsome. Slightly above average height with dark skin. He had nice brunette curly locks and chestnut eyes. The man wore a white dress shirt tucked into dark blue jeans. His shirt had some loose buttons hanging out at the top to show off his chest a little. You would be lying if you weren’t a little bit charmed by him.

“The States” you answered truthfully.

“Ah! I like foreign girls. There’s a certain quality to you all that you don’t find anywhere else here in Italy.”

“I bet you say that to all girls” you teased.

“Me? Never! You’re one of a kind, mia cara”

You giggled at his remark and danced alongside him. This continued for several minutes where you danced with each other, gently holding hands and just giggling. The two of you were having such a great time, that you almost forgot your friends were there.

Aurelio took your hands in his and spun you around. “I like you, signorina. Can I be as bold as to ask for your number?”

With not even a second to respond, the LED stage lights suddenly crashed straight down just shy of where Aurelio was dancing. You could hear screaming and footsteps frantically trying to run away from the site of the crash. For a moment, the entire club stopped what they were doing and all looked. Thankfully you weren’t injured, however, the fall caused the glass shards to disperse and wounded Aurelio’s legs.

Aurelio screamed in pain as he felt the glass shards digging deep into his calves. The pain was too much to bear standing up so he fell to the group, landing on all fours. His hands scratched the remains of the broken glass on the floor, causing his hands to bleed as well.

But he was in so much pain from the shards in his legs that he didn’t bother to scream and cry about his scratched-up hands.

“Cazzo! (fuck) Merda! (shit)” Aurelio swore.

“Signor, are you alright?” an older, middle-aged man, who looked to be the owner, came to Aurelio’s side.

“Do I look alright?! Cazzo! Get me a fucking ambulance!”

“Certo, veniamo subito, signor! Hey! Go call the ambulance! (of course, right away)” the owner shifted his attention from Aurelio to his staff.

The staff was in shambles. All of them were equally flustered on what to do and handle the situation. The bartender was the closest one to the phone and dialled for the ambulance. The bouncers tried to control the panic surrounding all the guests and demanded them to back away from the scene.

“Aurelio!” you screamed, ready to rush to his aid.

“Y/N, stay back!” your friend grabbed onto your shoulder.

It wasn’t soon after did you hear the sirens of the ambulance increasingly grow louder, signalling they were here.

“Everyone make way!”

“Clear the path!”

The ambulance was giving orders. Nobody moved. Nobody could. They were all paralyzed by what had occurred. All everyone could do was just gawk at the man wincing and trembling in pain.

“Let’s get him to urgent care” one of the first-responders stated. The ambulance team helped Aurelio lay down on the stretcher and whisked him out of the club.

“Le nostre più sincere scuse, signor (our deepest apologies).” the owner said to Aurelio while the first-responders carried him to the ambulance.

“Please, signor. We’ll take it from here” the first-responder told the owner.

Watching the whole thing unfold, your friend had to continuously shake you to get your attention.

“Y/N, the professor is calling us back. We should leave.”

You only nodded and walked away with your friends. After this incident, the whole club closed for the rest of the night due to safety concerns. But even if it remained open, you weren’t really in a partying mood anymore. Whatever effects the alcohol had on you completely disappeared after witnessing such an incident right before your eyes and quite literally, right in front of you.

***

12:04AM

When you and your class returned to the hotel, you were still trying to register what had happened at the club in Tropea. When you stepped out of the limo, the chauffeur stopped you before you could take another step and handed you his phone.

“He’d like to speak to you.” Was all the chauffeur said before you took the phone off his hands and placed it beside your ear.

“Pronto (ready)”

“Ciao y/n, sono Giorno. Come stai? (Hi y/n, it’s Giorno. How are you?)” you hear his voice over the phone.

Giorno? Why would he call you? The chauffeur said he came to pick up your class to the party because of “Boss’ orders”. Was he referring to Giorno?

“Sto bene (I’m fine).”

“I heard about your trip to Tropea. Glad to hear it all went well.”

It all went well minus the tour bus breaking down and the poor man who nearly died. Wait a minute. How did he know? You never brought it up.

“Professor Hoffman informed me. I hope the limousine was to your liking.” Giorno explained before you even got the chance to ask.

But let’s just say it wasn’t your professor who told him about your loss of transportation.

“You were the one who got us those limos?”

“I did.”

“Oh, uh… thank you. I don’t think any of us can repay you, unfortunately. We’re all broke” You lightheartedly joked but that was only an excuse right now because you were flabbergasted. Limos weren’t exactly cheap. Even renting one for the night can cost up to $425 or more. But to send out 4 for your entire class? You don’t want to think about the total on that one. Probably more than what you’d make on a biweekly basis from your summer job.

“Don’t worry about the cost, cara. My treat.”

“Thank you. But you really didn’t have to do that. I’m sure you're busier with your own life than having to worry about a group of students looking to party.” You expressed your sincerest gratitude but also felt bad that he extended his kindness to your class. The last thing you wanted was to inconvenience someone.

“Please, it’s no trouble at all. I’m happy to help you in any way I can. I doubt there would have been anyone else around to fix your transit problem, so I did what I must.”

You were taken aback. That was the first time you ever heard Giorno say something so straightforwardly with brutal honesty. If the bus broke down and he didn’t provide you and your class with other means of transportation, then surely it wouldn’t have signalled the end of the world. But the way he said it made it sound like he was your only option. You brush it off and continue the conversation.

“It’s a shame about what happened to that man. The lights almost fell down on him! Thankfully he wasn’t injured too badly but all that broken glass gave him a lot of cuts. He was bleeding pretty badly too. I hope he’s going to be okay.” Given Giorno’s previous statement, you figured he didn’t know about what happened at the club. He probably thought the broken tour bus was the only unfortunate event that occurred today.

“Ah, yes. Well… that is sad to hear. I’m sure he’ll be just fine.” the tone of Giorno’s voice almost changed as soon as you mentioned Aurelio. Almost like he didn’t care and was just saying it to be polite.

“I think I overheard which hospital he’ll be staying at. Maybe I should go pay him a visit.”

“I don’t think that is necessary, y/n. If he only got cuts then his life isn’t in any danger. Besides, the hospital staff will only allow close friends and family to visit.”

He made a good point. You did just meet him today. And by the looks of it, Aurelio did only have a few cuts and bruises. Nothing life-threatening.

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I worry too much.”

“You stretch yourself far too much for people who aren’t worth it. Your well-being is just as important. You sound shaken up by what happened tonight. Why not go get some rest?”

He was right again. Well, he’s right about the latter. You wouldn’t agree with the "caring about people who aren’t worth it" part. “I am a bit tired. Some shut-eye should do me good. Grazie, Giorno.”

“Buonanotte e sogni d’oro, y/n (goodnight, sleep well)” was the last thing Giorno said before hanging up. You check the phone’s screen in search of his number, but it looks like he called using a private line. Handing back the phone to the chauffeur, you bid him goodnight as well and began walking back to your hotel room.

Hearing the chimes that signal the elevator was here, you step inside. Numerous things were running through your head, but now that you think back on Giorno’s words and the events that transpired, you couldn’t help but think if they were somehow related.

The tour bus that was supposed to be your ride to Tropea broke down, and suddenly a pack of limousines showed up to save the day. A mysterious boss was the one who ordered the limos. An innocent man, Aurelio, got caught in an accident. Giorno calls you, revealing himself to be the mystery boss.

The two times you met Giorno, he was always wearing fancy suits. Brands you never even heard of but were certain they were worth more than you can hope to imagine. How could he have possibly known that your bus would have broken down today? Did he know your class had plans to go to the club? And if he did, then how? You surely never told him all your plans while you were staying in Italy. Giorno said it was Professor Hoffman who told him about the damaged bus, but how does the professor know Giorno? Why did Professor Hoffman look so confused when the limos showed up if he was expecting them? Some things just weren’t adding up.

You began to wonder, who is Giorno Giovanna?

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