We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Fugo - Touch

Okayyy! Hello again :) I'm listening to Mother Mother while writing this so hopefully it won't be too edgy :)
(I changed the music to illmilo at the end in italics)

Anyway as the title suggests this chapter is going to be a bit physical and we're going to explore how (y/n) keeps herself together... or not...?

Also I was thinking if maybe going back through and editing out she/her and changing it to they? Or maybe I'll start using they occasionally too and see what happens, I think it would be nice if the story was a bit more open so it's not just people who use she/her that can read it :)

Also warning! The reader doesn't exactly have a panic attack but experiences something similar to one about halfway through the chapter, I'll put a little warning where the anxiety starts and finishes in case any of you want to skip over it ^_^

'"Well I guess we'll have to figure out how to keep you in control if those things happen. Stand up and we'll start practising." He smiled as he stood up.

'F u c k! I don't think he understood...''

"Ummm... I'm not sure that's a good idea..." You stood up and backed away.

"(y/n), don't worry, if you tell me to stop I will. After all we are on a boat and Bucciarati told us not to destroy anything. Plus I'm not going to do anything that could potentially threaten you or anyone else." Fugo noticed you were extremely anxious and so was trying to reassure you.

You were still very worried, you could already feel your hairs rising at the thought of having to be in contact with someone else. As Fugo drew nearer you held up your hands.

"May I request something then...?" You asked anxiously.

Fugo nodded, signalling you to speak.

"If it's okay, can I be the one to approach you...? I really don't think I can handle it if I feel so out of control... What I'm trying to say is, if I have control over how long I can bear being in contact for, I'll feel safer and I think it'll lessen the chances of me...losing...control..." You felt your anxiety rising.

Fugo paused and thought for a moment. "Very well, if you think it'll lessen the chances of you loosing it, we'll give it a go." He lowered his arms and relaxed his body, showing you he wasn't going to do anything.

You cautiously approached him, now that you were aware that you were going to have to touch him you felt a lot more sensitive to your bubble.

You edged closer. Your palms began to sweat, not a lot but enough for you to be aware of the breeze. You were now a little over a metre away from him.

You held your hand out hesitantly for Fugo to take it. When you saw his hand move you took a deep breath calming yourself. He grasped your hand gently, making sure to watch your body language carefully.

You then retracted you hand and backed a safe distance away.

You then put your hands on your thighs and bent over, breathing deeply. You heard Fugo let out a laugh and looked up.

"Sorry... it's just peculiar to see you this worked up over a handshake when Abbacchio had you swung over his shoulder this morning..." He had his hand covering his mouth to try and stop his chuckling.