Vento Aureo Characters x Reader

(F/C) Favorite Color
(Y/N) Your name or your characters
(L/N) Last name of you or your character

(Y/N) (L/N) your average high school girl, she is attending the famed Passione Highschool in Italy, 1st day new year as they say.

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"Where am I again?"

"SHIT!"

You got up quickly knowing if you didn't hurry you'd be later, "Crap crap crap crap crap-" right as you were slipping on your (F/C) shirt you felt a hard thump against your head, the bang of  your bedroom door against the wall soon after. You stumbled back a bit falling onto your bed while rubbing the small knot forming. In the grand scheme you got out of the house on time, no make-up and covered in the soft vanilla scent of your perfume, practically running to make it to the nearby cafe to at least get a cup of coffee. Once you stepped inside you felt like you were in a whole other world, the scent of coffee and baked goods filling your lungs, the warm environment made you feel at home. Then all of your senses came flooding back, the panic and anxiety of the first day returned. You went up to the cashier ordering some coffee (or hot chocolate) with a warm muffin (whatever muffin you want), after receiving your order you leapt up, nodding your thank you as you walked out with the muffin crammed into your mouth. Finally, there it is.

Passione High

You sat by the entrance finishing whatever was left of your breakfast, quickly walking into the expansive hallway taking in your new schools surroundings a bit too much. Not paying attention you bumped into a boy, well more like a mass of muscle. He had grayish purple hair that curled up at his at his shoulders, his eyes were strangely beautiful, yellow and purple ombré. "Oh god I'm so sorry!" You squeaked out trying to hide that you were just checking him out. He huffed and returned to his walk his eyes not even bothering to meet yours. 'Hmm, I guess I wouldn't be to happy if someone ran into me either.' You thought, taking the paper out of your pocket to find your locker, "number 4" you muttered, right then you heard another boys voice make a horrified noise. "Oh my god- YOU'RE CURSED!" He yelled out, everyone in the immediate vicinity looking over with a strange face. "W-what!? Cursed? How?" You chimed in looking at him strangely. "You got locker 4!? How in the hell are you not cursed!!" "How is 4 curs-" "It's an unlucky number okay?" He looked around as if someone was watching him, "I once knew a kid who adopted a kitten from a litter of 4 and it scratched his eye out." He shuddered, as you looked at him with a strange look, "Okay then." You said to him before finally introducing yourself to the boy, "Umm Well- I'm (Y/N)
(L/N)" "I'm Guido Mista." He responded reaching out to shake your hand, as soon as you placed your hand in his he started shaking your hand rapidly, and damn if his grip wasn't one of steel you would've gone flying. What seemed like hours later he let go, "So- I'm guessing your new?" He asked, you returned him with a nod. "Here, wait- is it okay if I add you to me and my friends chat room?" He asked while handing you a piece of paper he'd written his number on. "I don't mind." You responded bringing out your phone to message him a hello, quickly realizing you had 7 new messages,

Unknown: 'Can you guys stop messaging'

Unknown: 'Can you stop being a goth?'

Unknown: 'Narancia stop, you're going to end up with your ass beat.'

Unknown: 'No u'

Unknown: 'Can you guys stop? I'm trying to put my stuff up'

Unknown: 'Stfu donut hair looking bitch'

Unknown: 'Guys you do realize I added someone to the chat right'

You had Mista name off all of his friends and the numbers so you could save them in your contacts.
Well at least I know who is who now.

Abbacchio: 'Great, who'd you add now?'

Mista: 'can you at least try being nice?'

Giorno: 'I don't think he knows what that word even is.'

Abbacchio: 'Try me you dumb little brat'

Narancia: 'Whos going to get their ass beat now?'

Fugo: 'if you don't quit it'll still be you.'

Bruno: 'All of you quit, get your stuff and get to class. It shouldn't be my job to remind you of this. Also tell the new person hi, WITHOUT being an asshole.'

Abbacchio: 'Hello.'

Fugo: 'Salutations.'

Giorno: 'Welcome to the chat room.'

Narancia: 'Hello!'

Bruno: 'Don't mind them. Anyways welcome!'

You giggled looking down at the messages, this year might be fun.