Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[72] you make me feel.

Hi, how's everyone doing today?
I hope this message finds you well.

I'm doing poor these days. I know I promised a lot to come this day but I don't have the heart to share it yet. When I think the time is right, I'll tell you.

For now, please have this chapter that I write with no certain goal.

I'm sorry and thank you.
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When there's no sun then you'll be the one who shines the brightest. Like a spring breeze in the middle of December. The oasis you're when the land is dry. If hell could cry then you're the reason why. Watches the world comes to life whenever you're around. 

Fugo sought to you when the gravity pulls him down. For he's longing alone in the middle of darkness with haze within. You're the angel that saves him from his misery. 

He wants to know how you can be the way you're.

There, he follows your every movement just right on the other side of the room. Enjoying your tea despite the chaos Mista and Narancia emit near you, unbothered. You're talking with Bucciarati, probably about works and things he's not suited to talk about. Compared to you, he's no more than a pebble. Abbacchio comes around with a glass in his hand, telling you about this new fashion magazine that just comes out. Later, Giorno comes with a new batch of cookies.

Before him, the scenery is like a painting in the romantic era. The title would be something like 'My Lady'. Fugo thinks it's only right since all he can see is you. You're always the main character where people revolve around you. 

You smile at him and offering him a fresh cup of coffee. Fugo was silent before settles that he does want a new cup of coffee. At the moment he had been caught in your eyes. He may forget how to breathe and live again when you call his name. 

Fugo shrugs when Bucciarati asks him about something. He's not feeling like doing anything for now. Very unlike him, he realizes. Yet he wants to know why he can keep up as long as you're around. Then Fugo stops thinking when Abbaccio asked him if he's alright. Fugo shrugs again for he doesn't know. Answering that he's probably okay. 

The world keeps going even if he's drowning. People live even when he's dead. Mulling over it will not bring him anything except despair. Fugo keeps those things away where he can't see them. They're there but it's fine since he ignores them all. They shall arise anytime soon. No matter for him as he will deal with them later. 

The simplest logic he shall follow is that he always can deal with his rotten heart later. No need to overthinking everything. He's not thinking about anything right now. Whatever may happen he's alright and well. Though he should be careful for he can't raise the dead.

The moment the word of the end of all living things arises on his mind, Fugo wonders how long his time will be. He's not the kindest human alive, he has done many sins that only the devil can pick him up to the afterlife. The devil itself probably disgusted by him.

When he's dead it means he can't see you anymore. Fugo flinches, fiddling his fingers, and stomping his feet impatiently. It's only right. Whatever the reason is, he can't be with you.

Fugo almost had a heart attack when you worriedly sit beside him. You said that you accidentally added sugar to his coffee and that you're sorry. Fugo said to you that he understands yet he can't comprehend why would you asking him if he's okay later. There's only one right answer for you. That he's fine, he says, and that someone like you doesn't have to worry about me, he thinks.

The clock continues tickling on this peaceful day for the team. Now that you sit beside him, he feels really out of place. What if you recognize something wrong with him? What if you become uncomfortable? Fugo shut his eyes, he's grateful that today is their day off.

When the night comes, Fugo ran to his room, declining dinner that Bucciarati almost interrogates him. It's bearable if only you're not watching behind the leader with such a look on your face. Fugo's well aware that he's a bad person, so there's no reason to show you his terrible behavior.

Fugo balls himself below the blanket, shutting his eyes hoping he could fall asleep any soon. The rise and fall of his chest getting heavy as he's shaking. He knows he will not get any sleep again tonight. He blames himself over and over. Fugo sighs as he's gasping for air, he should really cut his coffee intake. When was the last time he sleeps soundingly? Fugo groans, the thought makes him more miserable.

He pushes the blanket away, gets up from the bed, and walking outside. If it comes this way, he has to get his coffee or he's going insane. He walks down the hallway, carefully but relaxes since no one's ever up at this hour. 

Not until he finds you sitting alone in the darkness of the common room. He almost lost his heart at that moment. When you turn around and greet him, Fugo doesn't know what to do. He has never seen you with such weary face. Like you're thinking so much. Just like he sees every time he's looking at the mirror. 

Fugo grimaces in pain,  his voice cracked a bit, asking if you're alright. You smile at him still while answering that you're not feeling well. 

He feels stupid to think that you're some ethereal being while you're also a human. Fugo approaches you, asking him there's anything he can help.

You chuckle a little, saying that you'll be okay by the end of it. You're telling him that you're here to not feels locked up in some small space. That's why you're here to sort your feeling, letting them pass through you, so they won't get bottled up and eating you inside out. Fugo got goosebumps when you said that you don't want to forget how it feels like to be happy.

That's amazing, he thought. Even in your darkest times, you're able to keep yourself on the ground while still able to light his way. Fugo drops his gaze away from you. You're the way you're because you're you. You accept yourself. 

Perhaps when you realize the real him, Fugo doesn't mind going far away. 

Fugo immediately turns to you when you pat his head. You're looking tired yet you're asking if he's alright or tired about anything. Fugo bit his lip, refusing to say any other thing than that he's alright. 

You call his name, saying a line that Fugo doesn't want to accept all this time.

That it's okay to not be okay. 

Fugo lowers his face even more, on the verge of the waves coming, bursting out from himself. He will never dare to question you but wants to know if he has the freedom to do so. 

Even if he's lying somewhere in the dirt, no one will bat an eye on him.

You said that you know what he thinks about. Before he can take a look at you, you pull him to rest on your shoulder. He can feel your warmth, the way you hold him close like he's precious. Saying that he shouldn't keep everything inside. So he doesn't forget how to be human. So he doesn't forget that he has you to lean on when it's hard. So that he can be happy again.

Fugo gasped, wrapping his hands around you as he cries out loud. 

"Even if your world becomes your enemy," you whisper, "you have me."