Romano x Reader
"_(y/n)_, where the hell are you taking me to?" Romano stated bluntly. For the past 10 minutes, you were taking him to your "special spot".
"Geez Romano don't worry, we're almost there." You say. Little did Romano what devious plan you were forming to tell him how you feel. Yes, it was quite obvious that you got the hots for the hot-tempered Italian. With his silky auburn hair, his cute curl that mysteriously sticks up on the side of his head, his golden amber eyes. You tried to get his attention with a cute outfit, tried to make him jealous, and even tried to flirt with him! But after many failed attempts, you decided on something foolproof. The Pocky Game.
You could already feel yourself blushing as the image of you two kissing filled your head. Inside of your _(f/c)_ jacket, you could feel the sharp edges of the box.
"Ragazza how long are we going to keep walking?" You abruptly stopped, causing him to bump into you and letting out a stream of curses.
The two of you were in a hidden grove, filled with beautiful flowers and wild grape vines. In the middle of the clearing there was a picnic basket on top of a blanket.
"Picnic anybody?" you say with a smile. Romano's eyes widened a little. 'A date?' He blushed slightly.
"You bastard" he states with a smirk while you both sat down.
"Hey Romano, do you want to play a game?" You both were just laying down looking at the clouds, enjoying each other's presense.
"What game?" He asks while he sits up.
"DUH the Pocky Game!". You hold the tiramisu pocky out for him. He raises one eyebrow.
"God he looks so cute..."
"W-what did you say ragazza?!" You blush, realising that you said it out loud.
"U-uh lets start shall we?" You face felt like it was on fire, and it wasn't helping that Romano was only a few inches away from you. You take one stick of pocky out of the box. The delicious smell hit you full force in the face, causing your mouth to water.
"First you take the stick and-" You felt something soft on your lips, abruptly stopping you in your tracks. As expected, he was slightly rough, but still felt heavenly. You were kissing this handsome man that was your friend, but your lover at the same time. Your mind was befuddled, causing you to not respond fast enough. When you finally regained your senses, he had already pulled away.
"Idiota, I already know how to play" he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. As you two kiss once again, the pocky was now long forgotten in the two lovers' world.