"Nice ass."

"You should thank my mom, she made it after all." 

You grinned and took a sip of the beer you were holding, waving off the drunk guy who had attempted to flirt with you while the rest of your team bickered a few stools away, trying to decide whether they should get a booth or not, you rolled your eyes, the strangers words from beside you going over your head.

"You listening, girly?" You cringed at the smell of his breath, he reeked of alcohol, despite not being a bad looking guy, he was not your type, and at the minute you were just getting annoyed with his persistence.

"Not really, bro." You sighed, placing your beer down onto it's coaster, internally hoping that he took the 'bro' as a sign of being yeeted into the friendzone.

"Oi Y/N! Booth's ready, let's go." Ghiaccio hollered to you from the otherside of the bar, you stood up and made to move, beer in hand as you followed your team, who were sliding into a booth in the corner.

A hand grasped your wrist and you turned faster than the speed of light, being an assassin will do that to ya, finding the man who was attempting to talk to you, he was called some basic ass name like John or something.

"Bit rude of ya, love. Stay for a while, eh? I'll buy ya a drink." He offered and you rolled your eyes, this was a pitiful attempt at trying to get some coochie, you had seen better even from Melone, snatching your wrist out of his grasp, you placed your hands on your hips, ready to flame this ass of a human being to the point of no return, before a hand came down on your shoulder.

Oh shiiiiit.

Ghiaccio was here.

RIP John or something.

You winced in preparation for yelling, hearing Ghiaccio inhale a breath, but the yelling never came, you glanced up, the blue haired man radiated anger, but he seemed to be containing his loudness for some reason, before sighing.

"Fuck. Off." Ghiaccio said through gritted teeth. You internally snorted, how charming. John didn't seem to find it as gentlemanly as you did though and exploded back with the shittiest insult ever.

"Why should I listen to an octopus-haired four eyes?" John McAssFace fired back and you could feel the anger coming off of Ghiaccio in waves, so you sighed and crossed your arms, stepping forward and jabbing a finger into John's(?) chest.

"Get a real job stinky. You probably pay rent by being a whore, but it looks like that isn't going so well for you. I'm not one to bully the unemployed but like, wash your ass you smelly bootlicker." You unloaded whatever your brain came out with onto the confused man, Ghiaccio had never been more proud of you in his life, his anger diffusing on your behalf as he steered you away from the stunned drunk and towards your groups booth.

You shuffled into the large booth next to Ghiaccio, your drinks and bar food coming over soon later, the atmosphere quickly became content, you were chatting and drinking excitedly with your friends, the burn of the alcohol trickling down your throat was pleasant. 

It wasn't long before his own  liquid courage had prompted good ol' Jonathan to navigate his way to your table, you applauded his bravery, you were surrounded by a lot of scary looking men and he still had the balls to come and try again, damn. Ghiaccio huffed air from out of his nose when he saw the man, his arm slung around your shoulder protectively.

"Listen, John or whatever-"

"My name is Ben." 

"Okay..that's just as basic. But anyway, Ben, could you please, please, leave me alone? You're not being very poggers right now." You snickered the last part of your sentence, and you doubted he would have understood it anyway.

Risotto and Prosciutto glowered at him, the latter almost crushing his beer can between his fingers to seem intimidating, none of that mattered when he reached out to touch you inappropriately, but your savior came in the form of an octopus-haired four eyes, as Johnno would say.

Ghiaccio near broke his goddamn wrist, growling curse words and threats as he hovered over you protectively, Formaggio and Illuso spilling their drinks as they hollered and rooted for Ghiaccio, Pesci was near terrified and Prosciutto, Melone and Risotto smiling smugly, happy that Ben Ten or whatever got what he deserved, Prosciutto was busy asking if you were all good.

Ghiaccio shoved him to the floor and watched him scramble away pathetically, sitting down next to you with a grunt and some mumbles, before his glasses slid down his nose and his face lit up in a blush of a result of you planting a kiss on his cheek and murmuring a thanks.

Illuso let out an "OoOo" and Ghiaccio threw a chip at him, you laughed and leaned back into the red leather of the booth, which was surprisingly comfortable for a sleazy little bar like this one, you really wouldn't have this any other way.

Ghiaccio leaned against your side with a sigh, you playfully punched his arm and diverted his attention towards yourself, smiling softly at him.

"Thanks, Ice baby, really, thanks for having my back." You said, nudging him softly, he snorted, looking straight ahead and taking a sip of beer before he responded to you.

"Always." 

He may have only said one word, but it meant a lot to you in that moment, you breathed a sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder with a small smile, unbeknownst to you that the rest of La Squadra had stopped to watch your interaction withe the blue haired man, some snickering, some genuinely fangirling and some watching out of curiosity. 

"Also, don't call me ice baby."

Ah, there it was, well, it wouldn't be Ghiaccio without some sort of complaint, some of the other men snickered, and you swore you could feel Ghiaccio roll his eyes, you chuckled, maybe you should bring Ghiaccio to the bar with you more often.

WEEK SIX: GHIACCIO!