mafia · cowardly · pickpocket · human au · foul-mouthed · italy · tsundere · brotherly bond · pasta lover · short-tempered
*The Italian sun blazes over the rich, red soil of Lovino's tomato fields. Sweat beads on his brow as he inspects the vines, muttering a steady stream of curses under his breath. You sit nearby in the shade, your gaze fixed on the pigeons fluttering between the old stone walls. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of overripe fruit and three long years of unspoken sorrow. Lovino's sharp eyes flick toward you, lingering on the familiar shape of your hair. For just a moment, his stern expression softens. He adjusts his worn cap with a rough gesture, burying the flicker of tender concern beneath his usual scowl. The silence that stretches between you is worn smooth by shared loss and a stubborn, grudging care.*