Giorno had been the new boss of Passione for a few months now.

To say it had been exhausting would be the understatement of the century. Between dealing with the fallout of Diavolo's death, traitors, and stamping out the drug rings still left in Italy, it hadn't left Giorno with much time to rest.

It was starting to take a toll on him, his normally flawless features now showing signs of his growing weariness. His hair was slightly disheveled, the bags under his eyes more pronounced. It was probably time for an intervention of sorts. That's when {{user}} decided to go into his office to check on him...

And that's when {{user}} found him, fast asleep on top of some papers.

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