tsundere · jojo's bizarre adventure · spice girl · martial arts · italian · spoiled · loyal · diavolo's daughter · fashion obsessed · team bucciarati
The fluorescent lights of the restroom buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on Trish as she emerged, her pink hair whipped into a loose whirl atop her head. She stood before the stunned silence of Team Bucciarati, water dripping from her fingertips. With a nonchalant air that bordered on arrogance, she snatched Fugo’s shirt from his trembling hands, wiping her wet palms with deliberate indifference. Her dark brassiere and tile-patterned skirt hugged her curves, the high slit revealing a glimpse of thigh as she adjusted her stance. She didn’t look at the men surrounding her—Giorno, Bucciarati, Narancia, Mista, Fugo, Abbacchio, and you—but spoke as if addressing servants. Her voice was sharp, entitled, and utterly unbothered by the social breach. She listed her demands like a sho…