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Mr Loverman [Fugo]

Warning: angst

Requested by: StrawberryMilk157

I love Fugo and angst way too much, so you better get your tissues ready.

!SPOILERS AHEAD!

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You refused to let go of his hands. They were shaking terribly, just like the rest of him. And how could he not? After everything that has happened? You were looking at his tear-filled eyes, taking in every word he spoke, or at least tried your best to – there wasn't much you could see under the dark night. The way he looked at you; how tightly he held onto you as if the whole world would just end if he let go; how intensely he was looking right at your eyes, trying his best to ground himself – it all made your heart ache.

Fugo had come to you earlier today, a complete mess, in the middle of a breakdown. He had run to you, fallen in front of you, and clung on. You were all he had left. He explained it all to you – after everything that had happened, back in college, his parents had kicked him out. He had nothing to his name, except you. His only friend.

"Please, (Y/N) promise... (Y/N), promise me, please." The boy stuttered. His voice was barely above a whisper now. "Please, promise me to stay by my side."

It took you a moment to realize what he had asked you. Of course, it wasn't so simple. This wasn't a decision you should take lightly. Yet, as you sat there, in an unknown alleyway, your only friend holding onto you for dear life, you thought to yourself: "well, is there really something holding me back?". And the answer to that was simple – no. You had no family to leave behind, no friends, no school or home. Fugo was your only friend. And you felt no hesitation as you looked at him straight in the eyes and said,

"I promise you. No matter what happens, I will always stay with you."

Then the boy broke down completely, leaning into you and crying his heart out. And you held him close to yourself, brushing away every tear.

This memory had somehow resurfaced in your hazy mind. It just made your head even dizzier. You tried calming yourself down. Everything was happening way too fast. A second ago you were feeling happy to have finally finished this mission. And now? Now everything is... complete chaos.

You tried repeating what had happened, just to get somewhat of a grip on reality. First, you found out the boss had only wanted to kill Trish. Leading to your capo's almost death. And now as if he wasn't about to die a few seconds ago, the same Bruno is asking you to betray the boss. A path you were certain you'd die on if you take it. Was it really worth it? Going against the boss, dying- no, watching your only real family die. Was that worth it, just to save the life of some girl you barely know?

You had finally found the one thing you'd always wanted. You didn't want to lose it just because of Trish. Sure, she never wanted to be in this mess. Perhaps, she was even hurt at the thought that her father had betrayed her. Yet, it wasn't your problem. And it certainly wasn't your group's.

Still... everyone, except you, Fugo, and Naranica, was on the boat. The boat, full of traitors.

"...want you to stay, Narancia. Stay." You managed to catch Bruno's words as your head finally stopped spinning. You noticed Narancia crying next to you. Then you felt Fugo's hand in yours. It was shaking terribly. Just like the rest of him. Slowly, you turned to look at him. You were met with the same terrified gaze you'd seen before only once. It was like before you stood the small Fugo, from years ago.

You didn't even need to listen to what the others were saying. You knew Fugo was staying. And so were you. You knew him better than anyone – he had gone through way too much just to watch his friends die. He couldn't go, even if he wanted to protect them.

"But you can't!" Fugo's suddenly shouted, cutting off Bruno and bringing you back to reality. "You will all just die! You can't go against him- you can't!"

"I'm not asking you to come with us. We know how dangerous it could be... We already made our decision-"

"The decision to... to protect someone you don't know?" the boy shouted, tears falling from his eyes in his misery. You squeezed his hand in an attempt to reassure him. "Someone you barely met? You don't even know what type of music she likes!"

Bruno fell silent. He didn't want to argue. With a small nod of his head, he stepped inside the boat. You were left frozen in place. Was all of this really happening? Or was this some kind of sick joke? A nightmare? This can't be happening. But the sight of the distant boat and the two crying boys by your sides told you differently. The pain in your chest was way too real. What were you supposed to do now? You refused to believe what was happening. Your terrified gaze slowly shifted from the horizon to the side, and towards Fugo. He was still refusing to look at you.

Then Narancia suddenly bolted from beside you. Within a second, he had jumped in the water, swimming towards the boat and screaming something that never reached your ears. No. No, this isn't real, no. Your mouth dried at the sight. Narancia was going with them. Narancia is going to die as well. All of your friends, your family. You were never going to see them again. And there is...

...there is something you could do.

You can protect them.

"Fugo..." you started, slowly turning towards him. He looked at you, his heart dropping. "remember I love you, ok?"

"No, no, (Y/N), no- you can't- nonono-" he dropped to his knees, clinging to your hand. "No, (Y/N), dearest, please- you can't...you can't be serious."

"Remember us, ok?" You kneeled down next to him, cupping his face with your hands. He kept weeping, shaking his head as barely coherent words fell out of his mouth. Pressing your lips against his lightly, in one last quick kiss. "Please, forget us... forget me and live."

You pulled away from him, standing back to your feet, before bolting right after Narancia and into the cold water. Fugo didn't have the power to get up from his place. He watched as you ran after them. You were going to protect your family. It's worth dying for.

Fugo was left alone.