☆Four☆Five☆

For as long as you can remember, you have been collecting four leaf clovers. You knew everything. Where to find them, the best patches in your area, and the conditions in which they tend to grow. You kept each one pressed neatly in your journal. It didn't necessarily have anything written in it, just clovers opon clovers, and a few leaf skeletons too.

And for as long as you have known him, Guido Mista, had hated the number four. The day you were introduced to the gang, Mista had been ranting about the cursed number even before you came in.

You have kept your collection secret from the moment you met him. Having been a part of the team for about 6 months now, and him still in the dark about your hobby, you'd say you were doing pretty good.

You had been meticulously rearranging your collection, when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. Quickly but carefully, so as not to ruin any clovers, you closed the book and set it aside. "Come in!"

The door opened and Mista casually strolled in. "Hey Y/n, Bucciarati wants to know if you'd like to join the rest of us for a walk." He glanced at the journal, and you nervously slid it into the drawer on your desk, before giving your answer. "I would love to, any particular destination?"

"Gelato."

That's all you had to hear.

You and the gang were idly chatting, as you made your way down the streets of Italy, gelato in hand. Telling jokes with Naranchia, and even getting Abbachio in on the conversation. Bruno, who was at the front of the group, took a left. Naturally everyone followed, but you hesitated, if only for a moment, before pressing on.

"I thought we'd take the scenic route this time." Bucciarati stated. "I found this park on one of my morning walks and thought it was quite lovely!"

Shit, you know this park.

Mista noticed how uneasy you looked and slowed his pace to match your own. "Hey, are you feeling okay?" Mista inquired. "I'm fine, I'm just..." you racked your brain for an excuse, "Admireing the scenery!" You smile up at him warmly. His expression softened, as well as his voice.

"Its nice isn't it?" He said, gazing into the distance, enjoying the view. "Yes, it is." You say looking up at him. Usually Guido was rowdy, obnoxious and loud. But sometimes, you would see him relax, slow down, and take in his surroundings. These quiet moments were rare, and you enjoyed them. Not that you didn't adore his quirky sense of humor, and his rants that seemed to flow out of his mouth like a broken water pipe. You enjoyed these moments because they calmed you down, and let you relax in his presence. You almost forgot why you were so nervous.

"We should come here sometime..." he sighed.

He looked back down at you with a soft look in his eyes, before realizing what he said.

"I-I mean, if you wanna just h-hang out or something! You know! Bro shit!" He fumbled with his words, and before you can say anything, he speaks again. "HEY IM GOING TO GO TALK TO GIORNO NOW!" He breaks away and quickly moves on to catch up with the rest of the group.

(Mistas POV)

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, I ruined it.

I jog up to Goirno, who gives me a generous smile. "How'd it go?" He asked. "Shut up." I mutter.
"So not as well as you thought, huh?" Giorno replied. I hesitated for a moment before answering. "I just wish I knew more about her hobbies, or intrest. Maybe then I can ask her out on a date, and not have to worry if she's enjoying it." I sigh.

"Well you know what I heard," said Naranchia, suddenly coming in from the right and putting his arm around my shoulder and leaning in. He glanced behind us, and whispered. "I heard that she had a diary~"

"Naranchia!" Giorno whisperd harshly. "That would be an invasion of privacy!" He hissed. "Well MAYBE she writes about her interests and hobbies, I'm not saying anything about actually READING it!" He defended, "I'm just saying you can like, skim through it! There's nothing wrong with that!" He said.

"Besides it's for the greater good! How are you going to get MARRIED if you don't know anything about your future wife?" Naranchia teased, poking my face. I feel my cheeks warm up. "Stop it Naranchia, we're not even dating."

"EXACTLY!" said Naranchia, "You're NOT dating, because you're too nervous to ask questions." He stated. Giorno frowns. Knowing he probably has no say in what was about to happen.

"If I can just add," Abbachio interjected, apparently listening to the conversation, "I'd be willing to distract her while you gather information." I gave him a questionable look. "Why would you, help me?"

"Because you're taking too long, and if it goes according to plan, I don't have to watch you fucking trip over yourself all the time. And if you fail, I get to watch her kick your ass."

I look over my shoulder at Y/n, who was crouching by a bench, rooting through a pretty thick patch of grass. She probably dropped something. I look back at Abbachio, "I'd let her kick my ass any day."

(Third person POV)

Back at base, Abbachio and you where reading together. Sometimes he would suggest books to you, and that was good and all, but this time he practically shoved it in your face. He started ranting about how good it was, and wouldn't let you leave the room until you at least read the first chapter.

So here you were, held hostage in some sort of aggressive book club. You where idly skimming, just wanting to get this over with. You had to get back to your room as soon as possible. Damn Bruno, of course he took the path leading to one of the best clover patches. There was no way you could resist the urge to pick at least one clover. And now you had to put your new additions away, before they wilted.

You shifted in you seat uncomfortably, turning a page. When you hear a scream cut through the base, causing you to rip out the page mid-turn.

You shot up out of your chair, rushing in the direction it came from. Several other members did the same. When you found the source, you stopped, gasping for air.

"Mista! A-are you okay? Is it an enemy stand?!"

Mista was backed into the corner of the room, pointing a trembling finger towards something laying in the center.

Wait, this was your room, what was he doing in here? You eyes follow his finger to where he was pointing. Your Journal thrown on the ground, surrounded by some dry clovers that had fallen out.

"MISTA!" You shout.
"Y/N!" He shouts back.

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE DEVIL GRASS IN YOUR DIARY?!"

You take a deep breath. Obviously screaming at each other, while everyone else stands around confused, wasn't going to help. "First of all, it's a journal, not a diary." You say, giving him a stern look. And second of all, why where you trying to read it in the first place?"

"I-i-i.... I just- I wanted." He put his hands on the back of his head and closed his eyes, trying to collect himself, and form a coherent explanation. "I-I wanted to know more about, like, um... the stuff you like. L-like, the activitys you do, or your favorite food..."

"Mista..." you say softly. He froze, but looked you in the eyes.

"You could have fucking asked!"

You make your way to the middle of the room, assessing the damage to your fragile treasures. Thankfully none of them were damaged, so you went about reorganizing your collection.

"Um,"

You turn your head to look at Fugo and the others who where standing in the doorway.

"We're just gonna..." Fugo closes the door, but leaves it open just a crack, so that Mista can have an emergency exit.

You finish tidying up your clovers, and turn your attention back to Mista.

You both stand in silence for a moment before speaking.

"My hobbies include, reading fanfiction, watching bad movies, and collecting devil grass."

Mistas eyes switch between you, and the journal, several times before he cautiously takes a step forward. "Why would you collect bad luck, as a hobby?"

You sigh, and open your journal to a certain page. Mista jumps, pressing his back against the wall again. Clearly distressed. If it had been anyone else, he would have been mad. He would have burned the entire collection. He would be screaming at the top of his lungs, beating the absolute shit out of them. But not you. He couldn't do that to you.

"Relax Guido." You tell him.

He doesn't.

You roll your eyes a sigh. "Not all clovers are like that you know," you say pulling one out. He flinches and closes his eyes, as if expecting it to slap him.

Of course that doesn't happen, and after a moment, he cracks one of his eyes open. And when he saw what you were holding, both of his eyes widened.

"Wh-what the fuck is that?"

His dark gray eyes wandering over the thing you eagerly held in front of him.

"Its a five leaf clover!"

There was silence for a second, before Mista relaxed and stepped forward. "Thank god you showed me that, we probably would have died if you hadn't brought that out when you did." You both let out a nervous laugh.
Reaching out, he tentatively took it from your hand, and examined it up close.

"I have more too." You state.

"What?!"

"I do, I even found an eight leaf clover once." He thinks for a second. "Then why don't you just collect those?" He asked. "You don't need to keep those weeds when you have things like this." He stated handing the clover back to you. You gently push it back towards him.

"You keep it." You say. "Besides, you've been though a lot today, and you'll need it to counteract all of the 'bad luck'." He smiles, and carefully tucks it into his hat.

"Are there anymore?"

You spend the next few minutes, sorting out all of your five leaf clovers, gently tucking them into his hat for him. Eventually, it gets to the point, where hes wearing a wreath of covers on his head.

"Aright that's all of them."

He looks at you with softened eyes, a slight smile on his face. You spend several minutes, just looking into each other's eyes. Finally, he spoke. "Thank you, I think i have enough luck, to do what I need to do."

"What's that?" You ask?

He reaches forward and cups your face in his hands, pulling you close before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. It only lasted a few moments, but by the time he pulled back, you were breathless.

He stands up, adjusting his wreath. "Now that I know what you like, I can take you on a date! How does Tuesday sound? At eight?" He asked. "Um. Yeah. Tuesday is great." You say flustered.

"Perfect, now if you excuse me..."
He heads for the door, journal in hand.

Wait.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Mista books it for the door and you give chase. "ITS FOR THE GREATER GOOD! JUST LET ME BURN IT!"