Bruno Bucciarati

“How’d you get all messed up like this?” He grumbled, despite being amused, he was still disappointed, letting out a sigh as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bed.

He had initially come over to discuss an important upcoming mission but instead found you in a drunken and disheveled state, with the lights off and a bottle of liquor emptied out — most likely down your throat.

“No idea you were such a drunkard,” he chuckled lightly, pulling a blanket over you.