::AU:: Zovino Headcanons1. Zoe and Lovino met during the summer, a year after his family had moved in to the city. Zoe was taking a walk and she saw Lovino and his brother playing outside. That was back when she was sociable with anyone of any age, so naturally, she had ran up and talked to them, then playing with them until the sun had begun to set. Lovino offered to walk her home, considering he was a year older and he had more experience in the dark than she has ever, in which Zoe had agreed to happily. The fact that they lived just down the street from her house was a good thing, considering she could go down and visit whenever she wanted.
2. Whenever Zoe's music is turned up too loud, Lovino has to take her MP3 from her pocket and turn it down, much to her protesting. When she realizes everyone else in the room could possibly hear her music, she blushes and apologizes profusely.
3. Zoe cannot cook to save her life, in which Lovino is usually forced to cook dinner all the time. He asked her to cook one da
::If It Means a Lot to You:: 3It's been quite a pain for Zoe to avoid Lovino lately, considering every day he would offer to drive her to school, and with Cam around, she'd end up riding with him unwillingly. No matter how many times Lovino would stop her to try and talk things out, she would simply ignore him and continue on with what she was doing. He would call her day and night, but she would never answer. He didn't understand that she was avoiding him for a reason.
"Come on, Zoe! Just go make up with him already! This tension is killing me!" Cam whined, in which Zoe rolled her eyes at and didn't move from her spot at her easel.
"I'm not doing it. He has to apologize first, and if he doesn't mean it, then I'm not bothering with him again."
"But Zoe! You're blowing holes in my ship!" Cam rolled on the ground, trying to convince Zoe to go talk to her ex-boyfriend.
"You blew a hole in my ship, so I don't see a problem " She mumbled under her breath, staring intently at her painting. Camille huffed and sat up,
::APH:: I'm No 5-Star Cook, Okay?:: France x Reader ::
"Francis, will you teach me how to cook?" You stood in the doorway to your boyfriend's room, giving him a slight pout. "You always want to cook and you won't let me try."
"That's because it's not very kind of me to make my girlfriend cook for me." Francis sat up on his bed, leaning back on his elbows, with an intrigued look. "But, you want to learn? It isn't as simple as people make it look. And watching the television programs don't help in the slightest." He chuckled a bit at the memory of you watching a marathon of cooking shows, hoping you'd learn a couple things about cooking if you did.
You blushed a bit, remembering the same thing as well, and crossed your arms over your chest in a defensive manner. "Well I haven't cooked in a while, so I thought that it'd help me remember a couple basics " You sighed and put your hands on your hips, glaring at him from the doorway. "Are you going to teach me or not?"
"I don't know, my dear," Francis teased as he