As soon as Josuke opened the doors of the classroom, he was swept in a wave of murmurs and whispers, the ineligible words hanging heavily in the air. Did he miss something? He wracked his brain for any reason his peers might be so excited today, but he ended up fruitless. Shrugging and sitting down in his desk, he was about to turn around and ask the classmate behind him what the buzz was about when the two girls at the desk beside him said something that caught his attention.
"Yeah, I hear that the new student is Italian.~" She said to her friend, wiggling her eyebrows. So that's why everyone was excited. A new foreign student. Sighing, he directed his violet eyes to the front of the classroom. As the bell rang, the class quieted down significantly, but there were still some people who were still whispering, causing the low buzz of chatter to teacher walked into the room, a blond boy trailing behind him. The new guy was pretty, Josuke would give him that. His braided, flaxen hair shimmered in the morning sun and flowed like liquid gold. His skin was smooth and had a very slight tan to it. Underneath perfectly shaped golden eyebrows, baby blue eyes framed by long, dark lashes glittered mysteriously. His perfect lips had an almost unnoticeable smile etched over them and he carried himself with confidence and grace. He came to a stop with the teacher at the front of the room and stood with his back straight and arms neatly folded in front of him. Gesturing to him with not much grandeur, the teacher addressed the blond.
"This is the new student who just transferred from Italy." With that, the new student introduced himself.
"Buon Giorno. My name is Giorno Giovanna. Just Giorno will be fine. Please take care of me." While Giorno bent at the waist slightly, Josuke couldn't help but think how beautiful this Giorno's voice was. It was soft and silky, yet still held an authoritative undertone. Josuke couldn't believe he would say something this cliché at such a cliché moment, but this Giorno was a perfect being. This blond, blue eyed god could do no wrong in Josuke's eyes so far. Trying to ignore the shouts of 'Giorno, sit here' and 'Sit with me, Giorno', Josuke followed the blond boy with his eyes as he walked over to Josuke's aisle and sat in the empty seat between Josuke and the door. Behind Giorno, a triumphant girl stuck her tongue out at the other females in victory. The rest of class was normal until about 5 minutes before the bell rang. All throughout class, Josuke had stolen quick glances at the Italian student, trying to name the bubbly and shaky emotion he felt. But Josuke had fucked up and let his eyes linger too long. Giorno's eyes snapped over to Josuke and those beautiful, oceanic pools of blue bore into the brunette boy's soul. Giorno stared at Josuke with a creepily blank face for what felt like forever before his plump lips spread into a playful smile and his eyes crinkled at the edges and softened. As the bell that ended class rang, Josuke was stunned still and his heart fluttered up into his throat. Yep, this must've been a manga, because Josuke was 100% certain he had just fallen in love with the transfer student.