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If there anything (Y/N) loathed more than her Constitutional Law class, it was Dio Brando. She swore that his personal mission was to make her first year of law school miserable. It was so frustrating because (Y/N) had worked so hard to earn her spot in school, and wanted to make her family proud. The first week of classes started out well, but as the semester progressed, things had gone downhill. Dio constantly interrupted (Y/N) whenever she was asked to answer questions about case briefs to interject his own opinion and he made sure he went out of his way to remind everyone he was at the top of the class. Dio also started sitting in (Y/N)‘s favorite spot in the law library to study out of spite and (Y/N) had to reluctantly relocate to a new spot in the dusty library basement. The final straw was when Dio cut in front of (Y/N) at the university café and bought every single bag of her favorite snack and left smirking in her face. She hated that pompous British prick. She also wondered why he had such a weird obsession with pissing her off. The worst part was that she couldn’t help but find him handsome, despite his attitude.
It was a dreary Monday and it was time for (Y/N)’s least favorite class: Constitutional Law. She had done the homework for the class over the weekend but it left her even more confused. She just prayed her professor wouldn’t call on her to answer any questions for this class. To her dismay, she was the first student that was called on.
“Well, I think the proper way to interpret this amendment is-“ she started but once again, was interrupted by Dio. “Professor, I do believe I’m better prepared to answer this question. (Y/N) is clearly not confident in her answer,” he quipped. Before he could continue to answer the question, (Y/N) became the one to cut him off. “I suggest that you shut the hell up, asshole! I’m more than capable of answering this question,” she berated him.
That was a mistake. After she finished answering, the professor gave her a disapproving glance. “Your answer was correct, Ms. (Y/L/N). However, I will not tolerate such unprofessional behavior. I would like for you and Mr. Brando to stay behind so we can have a chat after class,” Shit. That was the last thing she needed. The end of class weighed heavy in the back of her mind.
Class had ended and (Y/N) and Dio sat in their respective seats in silence. Their professor’s voice broke the silence. “I’m very disappointed in you both. Ms. (Y/L/N), Mr. Brando, you two are the brightest students in your class and you both are behaving like children. I am sick of seeing the way that you two interact with one another, it’s absolutely awful! Your display in class today can be considered grounds for dismissal from this course with a failing grade,”
(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and stared at the ground while she tried to formulate a response. “However,” their professor continued, “I will give you both one more chance to fix your behavior. If you two work together and give me a presentation over this week’s topic this time next week, I will forget this ever happened. Do you understand?” (Y/N) and Dio chimed a quick understood and were dismissed. They walked together awkwardly, not sure how to proceed as they scuffled along the sidewalk.
“My place or yours?” (Y/N) asked. Dio cocked his eyebrow in confusion. “I beg your pardon?” (Y/N) huffed in frustration and kicked a tiny pebble. “As much as it pains me to work with you, we have to get this presentation completed or our asses are grass. Now, do we want to do it at my place or yours?” Dio chuckled lowly and suddenly stopped. “(Y/N), I expect you to be at my place at 5:00 sharp. Do not be a minute late. I will text you my address” he turned around and cooly walked away, leaving (Y/N) confused and frustrated.
(Y/N) decided to return to her apartment and spiritually collect herself for a bit before she had to muster up the courage to go to Dio’s apartment. There seemed as if there was a change in Dio after they got in trouble. He almost seemed...remorseful. Almost. Either way, she had no choice but to try to get along with him. She decided that maybe it would appropriate to change into something a little nicer, so she slipped on a simple black dress. She grabbed her backpack, and made the trek to her car.
The ride felt tense and (Y/N) had a nervous aura about her. She really hoped that spending the evening with Dio wouldn’t be a nightmare like all of her other interactions with him. She made her way to Dio’s apartment and knocked on the door. Dio promptly opened the door. He glanced at (Y/N) and a faint blush began to grow on his face.
“Wow, you look...decent,” he muttered. Had she heard that right? Dio gave HER a a compliment? He cleared his throat quickly and ushered for (Y/N) to come in. (Y/N) looked around the apartment as she walked in, curious to see what Dio lived like. It was incredibly clean, yet cozy at the same time. “(Y/N), please follow me,” Dio requested. She followed him to a dining room table, where there was pasta, salad, and red wine waiting for them. (Y/N) was baffled. “Dio, you made dinner for us??” she asked. Dio nodded. “I believe that the best work is done after a good meal. Now, sit down before it gets cold,” (Y/N) reluctantly sat down and dug in to her food. It just seemed so out of character that Dio would do something as nice as make a meal for her. It made him more likable and (Y/N) felt absolutely conflicted about it. She took a sip of her wine and decided to question Dio about the sudden change in his behavior.
“Hey, Dio?” she called. Dio raised his eyebrow in response, indicating he was listening. “Why are you being so nice to me now? I just don’t understand it. You’ve made my first semester a living hell and now you’re being nice to me?” (Y/N) stared at Dio as she waited for a response from him. Dio’s hand slid across the table and grasped (Y/N)’s softly.
“Look, I don’t do this often, nor do I repeat myself, so listen closely,” Dio requested. “It was wrong of me to treat you like that. You have proven that you will be a strong, outspoken lawyer in the future. It would be in our best interest if we started working together,” Dio’s hand retreated from (Y/N)’s hand to take a sip of red wine. (Y/N) was speechless for a bit. But she knew that she needed to say her thoughts before she accepted his apology.
“Dio, I appreciate that you’re apologizing to me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you have been awful to me. It might be a while before I believe that your words are sincere,” (Y/N) responded. Dio stiffened, and took another sip of his wine. “I understand (Y/N). Take all the time you need. Now then, how about we finish our meal so we can work on our project?” (Y/N) hummed in agreement and finished the delicious meal.
Working on the presentation with Dio had actually been an enjoyable experience for (Y/N). They joked around and made playful banter about the material while sipping their wine together. They began to open up about their personal lives and learned more about one another. They liked a lot of the same TV shows, some of the same movies, and some of the same books. (Y/N) learned about Dio’s adopted family including his brother Jonathan, although it didn’t seem that Dio was all too fond of him. Shortly afterwards, they had completed all their project and continued to chat on the couch. (Y/N) felt as if she was becoming less wary of Dio and that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. The part of her that was slightly attracted to him hoped it would morph into something more. She checked her phone and looked at the time.
“Shit, I need to go home and get some rest, I have a class at 8AM tomorrow!” she exclaimed. She hastily stuffed her textbooks into her bag and grabbed her keys and phone. Dio chuckled, “At least let me walk you to your car (Y/N). It’s dark outside,” (Y/N) flashed a smile at him and they walked together to her car. “I really enjoyed tonight, Dio. I think this presentation is going to be great,” (Y/N) said softly. Dio gave her a genuine smile. “I agree (Y/N). We make a pretty good team,” The two stood there awkwardly for a moment before Dio cupped (Y/N)’s cheek, stroking her face idly. “May I?” he asked as he began to lean forward. “Yes,” she breathed. They closed the gap and shared a tender kiss. Dio’s kiss was gentle, yet passionate. It left (Y/N) breathless. Once they parted, Dio smirked at her. “Would you like to accompany me to lunch tomorrow?” he asked. “I would love that,” (Y/N) grinned. They said their goodbyes and (Y/N) got in her car. It seemed that Constitutional Law was going to become her favorite class.