Formaggio and Illuso reacting to g/n reader receiving an unwanted gift from an unwanted person

So this is going to be a specific thing that happened to me irl, and I'm using this as a coping mechanism. It happened like, three years ago but I somehow get flashbacks that affect me and my mentality.

Trigger warning: Guilt trip, manipulation, gaslighting, toxic relationship, cursing, mention of self-harm

Genre: Platonic/Romantic (Interpretative), angst

Dear Y/N

How are you this year? So how's life? You've made mine shitty but whatever, all you ever cared was yourself but that's just you being you. Anyways I hope you like my gift. Hope you forgive me for being your friend, I mean, I tried my best to be there for you but you always pushed me away. So the gift is very expensive as you can see, I used my savings for that shit. I hope you have a good new year, you backstabbing piece of shit. Have fun with life being a slut. I wish we can be friends again

~ (insert name) <3

Before you was a box of a ridiculously expensive gift impractical for your everyday life that serves no purpose other than standing around, being a constant reminder of their manipulation. Just why, oh why, do they chose to pursue you instead of moving on? In that box, tucked away was a letter that you feared to read but of course, curiosity with a hint of urgency took over you before you can properly rationalise if it was okay. A decision you've come to regret after reading it.

It was from an old... Friend... If you can call them that. They were quite the oddity in class back then, constantly at the end of every jokes wherein your classmates laughed at them and their antics. You felt pity for them and found yourself befriending them.

It was nice at the beginning sure, quite the compassionate fellow who was supportive and encouraging... When it slowly subsides to a passive aggressive behaviour, handing out back handed comments whenever you would express your enthusiasm towards your achievements. I mean, you were considerate of them, and so you stopped 'bragging' to them.

Soon, you found yourself being bombarded with gifts you didn't ask for courtesy of them. You didn't have anything in particular to give them back and insisted for them to stop giving you gifts, but they continue persist, giving you materials you have no use of other than just lying around.

You always confided in them, as they were extremely encouraging and supportive back then, but then you realised all your secrets that were supposed to be never spoken of again, were spoken by none other than (insert name).

From all of the emotional drain you've experienced, the constant manipulation, constant guilt tripping, the secret spreading was enough of a sign for you to drop the friendship. As you discussed this to them, what's meant to be civil talk became a full blown arguement, as they continue to tell you you were just overreacting to everything they do. You had no idea why, but you fell into their manipulation tactic and stuck to them. When you've tried to call off the friendship they would threaten you to harm them selves. At first you disregarded this and went off your night, wanting to enter school and no longer associate yourself with them... Until the next day came, and their arms were littered with razor cuts.

Long story short, it still went on. The emotional abuse, the manipulation, the lies, the isolation... You were only able to get away from them when you graduated high school, when you ghosted them and moved away.

He noticed the way your fingers shook, crumpling the paper in your grasp as tears glossed over your eyes. Your chest struggled to heave with a breathe, and now he knew he'd have to step in.

Formaggio:

"Yo, Y/N why are you crying?" He takes a step forward to put a hand on your shoulder, before politely snatching the letter from your shaking grasps. Before he can get a glimpse of the letter, he decided your comfort should come first and engulfed you within in warmth, wrapping his arms around your body and stroking your back. "Shhh, it's okay... It's okay... Let it all out."

If you tried yourself from stopping the tears from falling, your walls of defense slowly collapsed and before you knew it, tears began to streak from your eyes and you had wrapped your arms around Formaggio, pressing your face against his chest.

"I-I- they- I didn't mean t-to- I don't-" through your incoherent cries, Formaggio simply continuously stroke your back to comfort you despite his lack of awareness to what made you cry. He needs intel to whoever made you cry like this and perhaps arrange some... Meetings with the person. But right now, your comfort was his main priority.

Illuso

"What? You crying because they gave you a last season Prada handbag? Cheer up! At least someone sent you a gift." Illuso joked at first, but then realised you had a distinctive feature of a person who is about to breakdown. He internally cursed at himself for making an insensitive comment, which came out an incoherent grumble under his breathe externally, taking your side to get a glimpse of the letter. His ruby gaze squints at the letter, darting from letter to letter as his stomach stirred with rage. "What fucking prick gives you a gift only to curse you out?!"

As much as he is wrathful at the way someone would treat you, all you needed was comfort right now and that he does. He pulls you within the place of privacy within the mirror realm, before letting you embrace him. After you've let it all out, he immediately suggests that you throw the gift away, read the letter apart. He'll try his best to reassure you that letting people like them still influence your life despite it occuring a few years ago is wrong and unhealthy. He reassures you you're a strong, kind person and anyone who have you as a friend would be the luckiest of them all.