☆ JJBA ONESHOTS ☆

Workaholic [Fugo]

Warning: none

Requested by: dreamipantz

I am a slut for Fugo and I will stand by that

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"Please?" you begged him once again, searching for any emotion in his eyes. But your capo's expression hasn't changed even the slightest, looking as serious as ever. You continued to stare at him in hopes that he would finally give in. You had intervened your fingers together in a begging gesture. However, it seemed like nothing worked for the man – if anything, he thought you were acting like a child.

At last, Risotto rose from his chair, his tall figure loomed over you easily. It was enough to put you on edge. His red eyes never left your form, examining even the slightest of movement thus leaving you frozen in your place.

"(Y/N)," his low voice broke the silence in between you two "I won't repeat myself. You're acting like a kid. Just go do your job."

"But yo-"

"Final warning, (Y/N)." His voice boomed over your own, cutting you off easily and resonating off the walls. There was something dangerous behind his tone and you definitely didn't want to find out what he would do if you pushed his boundaries even more. You felt like your conversation was over.

"I suppose it went well, hm?" Formaggio grinned over at you from the sofa once you walked out of Risotto's office. You just groaned and went to pick up your bag.

"Just fuck off, cheese man" you flipped him off which got Melone chuckling.

"You should be goddamn stupid to want a day off. We are already underpaid; we need the shitty money you can make." Ghiaccio shouted at you, but that fell to deaf ears as you were already out the door when he finished.

Furiously walking down the street, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. Today was already off to an awful start and with your already sour mood, you doubted it could get worse.

Stupid Ghiaccio. Stupid Risotto. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You asked for one free day. One. It wasn't like you weren't doing good – you were doing fantastic! Even better than Ghiaccio. You deserved a free day. It wasn't like you would ever have ask again. And it wasn't like they wouldn't be able to handle the work you wouldn't do. The world wouldn't end if you took the day off!

Instead of the so wanted free day for relaxing, you had to go kill some guy who fucked up. Same thing as ever. And the worst part was that you forgot to ask for the car keys. Or for Melone's motorcycle. So now you had to take the bus, as comedic as that sounded. Local assassin at the bus stop. How exciting.

Sitting down at the bus stop, you pulled out the file of the person you needed to kill to read over it. Yup, just like usual. A member of a gang in a nearby city that went out of his place. This was getting so boring. Every day was the same. Go kill some dude alone, come back dead tired and repeat.

You would give anything to have something exciting happen.

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You turned on the tap and let the cold water wash away your bloodied hands. The apartment was silent, a big contrast to the shouting just minutes ago. Surprisingly, the dude had put up quite a fight. But it was still not enough to stop you and soon after he was lying dead in a pool of his own blood.

You were almost ready to go – you just needed to burn the files he had laying. After that, you could maybe go for a coffee or a walk in the park. Or perhaps you could even go to the library for a new book. Both sounded very tempting, but you couldn't waste too much time on either. The gang would be expecting you home and knowing Risotto you were sure to get in trouble. And you weren't looking forward to doing their laundry for a whole week.

After a bit of wondering, you decided that a new book would be wonderful. And after all, you could just lie to Risotto that it took you longer to kill the man. He would surely believe you.

With one last look over the apartment, you left it. Someone else would get rid of the body; it wasn't part of your job. You had other stuff to do now – like going to the library as soon as possible so you wouldn't be even late than you already were. With one look at your clock, you realized it had really taken you longer to kill the man. Oh no!

Soon enough you were outside the block and already power-walking towards the library. Shit, shit, shit! You couldn't put up with all this crap. You didn't even know what kind of book you wanted and you didn't want to spend too much time picking. If you did waste any more time you would miss your bus, which meant you'd have to walk home all by yourself on a cold night.

Groaning low, you pushed open the doors to the library. The warmth of the building invited you in and pulled you out of your thoughts. You still had no idea what you were searching for. Which only fueled your sour mood.

Automatically, you went to the row you spent most of your time. You no longer cared what kind of book you picked, as long as it was a book. You needed something to read and indulge, instead of putting up with your gang's crap. What you didn't expect was to see a familiar face there. Once you reached your destination you were surprised to find-

"Fugo?" your little whisper caught the attention of the boy. He ripped his gaze from the book that he was currently holding to look at you. Once he caught sight of you, his eyes widened and a smile spread across his lips. You mimicked him. Pushing the book off of his hands, you threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Pannacotta let out a small chuckle, pulling you even closer into his body.

"(Y/N) ..." he pushed his face on your neck, inhaling your scent and making you blush from the contact of his skin on yours. "I missed you so much."

You pulled away from the embrace to look at him. "I missed you too, Panna." Your hands found their place on his cheeks, stroking his skin while his own wrapped around your waist. The two of you stayed like this for a while, just looking at each other and admiring.

God, it has been so long since you two had time to spend together. Sure, he was your boyfriend and you were his lover but you barely even got out. It wasn't common for separate gangs in the mafia to interact with each other and instead maintained a certain distance. So, you didn't get to see him as often as you wish. Plus, the two kept your relationship secret. Not to mention work kept you separated for quite a while now. He was almost always with the other members of his gang and you were buried with work.

A soft sigh escaped Pannacotta's lips. His hand came up to cup your cheek and his thumb caressed your skin. "You should get better at defense, love. I don't like when I see bruises on your skin."

You blushed from embarrassment, cursing your previous target for hitting you there. "H-hey I'm working on it!" You giggled, followed by Fugo. You found his gaze once again and smiled.

Pannacotta pulled your face closer to his, catching your lips in a small kiss. You melted into his touch and took a few steps back until you were against the bookshelf, your lips still glued onto his. But as the kiss kept getting hotter and hotter, the boy pulled away from you.

"Let me treat you to dinner? After that, we can continue."

"Can't... Risotto is expecting me and I'm already late. Probably has another mission for me." You looked at him with sad eyes. "I probably missed the bus already."

Fugo kissed the top of your head and crossed his fingers with yours. "Let me take you home then."