Falling Flower [Pannacotta Fugo x Reader]

[1] Lilac

Hi, I'm MatoMasaharu.
How's everyone doing today?

I humbly welcome you to my new book! Thanks to you all that I able to make this even during my hardest time. I've been writing so many and this is felt like a dream.

Though, I haven't finished this book. Until this point, I've written ten chapters that I'll publish for the next five weeks. Every Monday, I'll publish two chapters. After the 10th chapter, I'll post it only one chapter a week (hopefully). I wonder if this is easy enough to understand? I'm sorry that I'm terrible at explaining. 

Well, I think this is enough? I'm unbelievably busy this month so this is the only thing I can offer. I'll open my headcanon book sometime later.

I wish you a nice day/night. 
Do let me know what you think about this book.
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The third month of the year has finally come with blooming flowers. Blue skies, cloudless, sunshine were bright blinding eyes. Spring is here with her embracing every soul close by. Even so, Pannacotta Fugo has no time to stay idle and enjoy the beautiful day. 

The new semester starts today. Since early in the morning he was already in his office room. Handling report papers, writing schedules for the next few months, and so on. Though his hardest job is to make sure Formaggio isn't fooling around.

"How many times I have to tell you to do it by order, you absolute idiot!" 

Papers were thrown to the desk and Formaggio doesn't flinch the slightest. He's used to Fugo screaming at him the whole time. The whole team does. Though only some people immune from Fugo's death glare. Just like what he did now.

Formaggio, unfortunately, is one of those few people. "Aw, don't be angry like that, president. It's still early for that, don't you think so? We haven't seen each other for a while, you know? I miss you." He winked.

"I don't." Fugo clicked his tongue. "Choosing you as my vice was a horrible choice."

"I know you're lying," laughed Formaggio, his smug smile hasn't faded. "I was your best choice. Where else you can find a smart and reliable man like me? I'm a math student who the Olympic."

"Whatever. Do it all again from the start. I want this report to be flawless and-"

"You're slowly becoming more and more like president Ghi-"

Fugo slammed his desk as he's standing up. The rest of the team in the room stayed still, unconsciously holding back their breath. 

"I don't want anyone late to the ceremony. I'll be going first."

"We got it already, geez."

Fugo went out of the room of the Student Executive Board. It's surprisingly a bit chilly when the spring air brushed his face. Hands in pockets, slowly he walked to the hall. He wasn't particularly frowned or glaring at others but people quickly get out of his way. Whether they're the old students who know him or the new student who had no idea who he is. It's always been like that. Scary to look at and thus he's alone.

It doesn't matter at all. For him, surviving was more than enough. The position he has right now is the biggest achievement he never thought he would get involved in. Thanks to that person he's now able to become someone. Someone no one dared to mess up with.

The hallway outside scattered with flower petals. The thing Fugo sees with his finely polished black shoes. He only looked up when he heard someone faintly singing. There Fugo sees someone standing before a lilac tree. Her hand softly brushed her fingers over the flowers.

The scenery before him played in slow motion in his eyes. Just like something that happens in a novel. Surreal. Insanely beautiful. When he realized, Fugo doesn't know how long he has been staring, listening to the girl singing. As if he's trapped in time itself.

She looked like someone who comes right out of a novel. Even though she looks rather fragile, like an expensive ceramic doll. She's probably the type that'll cry when she hears him yelling.

Fugo was ready to leave. It was a nice experience to have but it doesn't have any value for him. There are things more important to do. 

How careless of me. Useless. 

"Um, are you okay?"

"Yes?" He almost cursed to himself. The girl earlier is now standing in front of him. How brave of her to confront him when he literally looks like he could devour anyone at any second. 

"You seem troubled by something," she -you- confessed, "are you okay?"

Am I okay? Did she actually just ask me that? Me? 

"Yes, I'm fine," he answered, crossing his arms. "Do you know who I am?"

"I'm sorry if I'm being rude. Perhaps you're a senior?" 

There's no change in your facial expressions. Fugo wondered if you're really not scared of him at all. He's sure what you mean by 'seem troubled' is just him frowning as usual. People will usually avoid him.

"I'm the student president. You must be the new student. What are you doing here? The ceremony will start shortly."

"Right, about that," you admitted sheepishly, "I'm kind of lost."

There's a pink color spreading on your cheeks. Despite your lovely appearance, he can't comprehend how you just talk to him first.

"Follow me." He lifted his chin and he can hear your light footsteps following behind him the next second.

Fugo turned around when the hall already insight. He looked down on his watch then back to you. "The ceremony will start in fifteen minutes. I don't have the time to show you where your department is. Go search on your own or ask someone else."

"Yes, thank you for walking me here, president. See you later."

You're definitely better with a smile on your face. While also you're quite interesting for your bravery. Probably a close line between courageous or you're just that innocent.

Anyhow, it doesn't matter to him. He leaves you there because there's nothing else concerning him. Inside the hall, the team must be waiting for him already. 

You took the lilac flower out from your pocket that you took. Holding out the flower, you're looking straight at it where Fugo's back has gone blurry. It's so pretty that you can't help but smile. 

Purple. How beautiful.