Gyro x Reader: "I Hate You Too'"

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"Get your ass up!"

"No!" You whined. He pulled your blanket away maliciously. You kicked your legs at him.

"Hey!" He pulled you up by the arm. "Time to ride sleeping beauty."

"I'm not a beauty, but I am sleeping, so leave me alone." Gyro groaned.

"Hey, Johnny, come on. We're leaving. Again." Johnny merely nodded in agreement.

This was not an unusual occurrence. Sometimes you would get stubborn when Gyro pushed you around, and so you pushed back. Then you would get several extra minutes of sleep, and catch right back up with them on the road. They'd roll their eyes, annoyed, but amazed at how you managed to rejoin them so quickly.

Of course it helped that your stand let you actually communicate telepathically with your sleek silver horse, Iron Maiden. You had always loved riding through the fields, the forest, anywhere Maiden was willing to run. Gyro and Johnny always acted like your gift was an unfair advantage, but you felt you had deserved the awards you had won so far in the race.

You rubbed Iron Maiden's mane as you burst past the two men.

"Glad you made it!" Gyro drawled sarcastically.

"I hate you too, Gyro!" You cackled, leading your horse in a wide circle to join their pace.

Over the day you would eventually warm up to each other, but you thought it was funny how Gyro always seemed to act pissed in the morning. Johnny was generally nice to you, my maybe Gyro was just threatened by your competition, although you always told him to relax because you were just "along for the ride." (he laughed the first time you told that joke, but eventually he became just as annoyed as Johnny)

After a long day and almost no progress made with the corpse parts, you lay your bags down next to each other in preparation for a cold night. Gyro gathered firewood, while you and Johnny put up the horses.

"So... I have a strange question."

"Huh?" You looked up from tending to your mare.

"Well, do you like Gyro?"

"Of course! He's really great rider–"

"That's not what I mean." He gave you a knowing look. You, however, were clueless.

"What do you mean?" You squatted to get onto his level, as though it would somehow help you understand. What exactly he was saying. He sighed, visibly irritated.

"Are you romantically interested in Gyro Zeppeli?" You paused, taking in his words.

"What?" You asked again, confused. Johnny groaned. "No, I," you stuttered "I understand what you're asking, but," The words would have refused to leave your mouth even if you did know what to say.

It wasn't that you were averse to the idea of romance. Actually, you quite liked the idea. You just never thought anyone would like you .

But Gyro? No, he was your best friend, even if he hated you sometimes. Besides, he probably wasn't attracted to you. He seemed like the kind of guy to go for sexy seductresses. Right?

You remained silent as Gyro returned with the kindling, sneaking a glance at him now and then he set up the campfire. He was quite handsome, even if oddly dressed. You couldn't deny that he was charming, humorous, skilled... But, did that mean you just admired him? Or did you feel more?

"(Y/n), scootch in a bit, it's freezing!"

Gyro lay on his cot, sandwiched in between you and Johnny, huddling for warmth. You curled away from him, stiff and rigid in your discomfort. However, in his own discomfort, he turned on his side and wrapped his arm around your stomach. You almost squeaked.

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