Arms wrapped around your waist unexpectedly, and you screamed, quickly elbowing the unknown person in the face. You flung their arms off of you and whipped around, raising your fist to continue, but stopped short as a stream of familiar Italian swearwords met your ears.

"What the - Luciano!" you shrieked. "I'm sorry!"

"Darn right, you're-a sorry!" Luciano, your friend and secret crush, snarled, pinching his bleeding nose and retreating several paces. "What was-a that-a for, (Y/N)?!"

You frowned and put your fists on your hips. "Hey, you're the one who sneaked up behind me like a mugger!" you snapped. "It was self-defense!"

"Sì," he said grudgingly, eyeing you warily, "I guess-a so."

He suddenly grinned, and you stared at him in bewilderment.

"What?" you asked.

"I'm-a glad you can take-a care of yourself-a," he said, approaching you for the second time.

"Why?"

"Because-a," he wrapped his arms around you again, "I don't-a want to be your babysitter-a while we're dating-a."

Wait. Had you just heard what you thought you'd heard? Deciding to tease him, you placed your hands on your hips.

"I don't recall that we are dating," you said impassively.

He stared at you. "Well-a, no-" he began awkwardly.

"We should change that, huh?" you said, holding back your laughter at the sight of his face.

It clicked, and he snorted. "Really-a, (Y/N)? You almost-a gave me a heart attack-a."

"Serves you right," you smirked.

He snorted again and pulled you into a kiss.

"I like-a you too."