(Y/N) spent most of the night tending to the pink haired Diavolo.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME" Diavolo yelled, struggling against the young girls touch. "THIS IS TO HELP YOU!" (Y/N) yelled back, pulling the webs off the male. At this point she was thinking of just leaving him covered in the substance.

(Y/N) glared at Diavolo, his eyes fuming at her hands that trailed against his arms. She knew she was living a fangirls dream getting to touch the fictional man, but gosh was it getting so annoying.

Diavolo continued to struggle, like a dog getting his nails cut. This earned a laugh from the blond jockey, who was watching just beside (Y/N). "Who are you laughing at?" Diavolo glared at the blond, who in return glared back. "KIN-" "NO." (Y/N) cut him off, stopping her hands from helping him.

"No more fighting in this house!" (Y/N) continued, glaring at Diego who angered the pink haired male in the first place. "I have enough money to replace everything, but please give me a break and don't ruin everything." (Y/N) continued with a sigh.

(Y/N) looked at her hands, noticing the webs were stickier than Octavias webs normally were. She smiled, this being a sign her friend was panicking as she launched her attack. At least she knew she cared.

Her thoughts were cut off by Diavolo's grumbling, "Hurry it up, woman. The sun is nearly coming up and we've been at this for an hour." Diavolo sighed, tiredness lacing his voice. "The name is (Y/N), don't call me woman." (Y/N) glared.

"I call you whatever I want."

-

(Y/N) sighed. She had been up all night, assigning the villains with the extra rooms she had in her home.

Diavolo with Kira

Pucci preferred it that way, as his praying won't be interrupted with a "noisy roommate". In his words, that is. (Y/N) stood in front of the living room, or its remanence. The couch was snapped in half, the TV smashed in, the pieces of the dining room table as well as its chairs scattered throughout.

She shrugged, figuring the would worry about it later. Her casualty about the destruction would be a shock to anyone, though she knew she never lived like a normal girl her age.

At only the age of 23, her life was filled with lavish riches. She had recently graduated from the best law school in her town, her only chance of her getting into that school would be her mother. Her mother raised her to be humble even if they lived a life of riches, always teaching the young (Y/N) to defend herself and never let anyone put her down. (Y/N) watched her mother throughout her life, looking at her like she was a goddess. The best lawyer in all her country, that is.

Growing up without a stand made her an easy target for bullies, growing up in a small town where having stands was ideal. Octavia was always there to protect her though, her aggressive attitude always put bullies into place. Octavia grew up with no mother figure of her own, so (Y/N)s mother took her in. Octavia was a sister to (Y/N).

(Y/N) snapped out of her thoughts, mentally face palming. "Why must she stress me out so much.." (Y/N) whispered. She walked towards the ceramic paw prints of her passed pet, giving it a gentle kiss before placing it back on its belonged shelf.

"Oh (pets name), how you would kill me if you saw how many people were here.."