Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[73] twisted.

Hi, how's everyone doing?
I don't know where to start but- I'm getting even busier and I'm sorry for not posting for so long. I know I have a lot of promises, please bear with me :")

And yeah, I managed to write this somehow! The ending is the opposite of what I had when I first write I. This been a thrill to write something like this again. Let me know what you think about this one!
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"Why the long face?" 

The wind blows and his disheveled hair waves. Fugo rolled his eyes to you who uncaringly leaned his back to him. The weight is there, certainly.

"You're heavy."

"Huh," you raised your shoulders, "that's not new."

"[y/n]."

"Yes, Fugo?"

The curtain brushing over his cheeks, caressing him gently as if the world knows he's not feeling well. Remind him to not take much pressure. Just like how the sun is almost gone.

After contemplating so much, Fugo chooses to lean his head to yours. "Nothing."

"There you go again," you said, yawning with tears hanging over. "Fugo, you've been doing this for like- almost a week?"

"Doing what?" 

"Being quiet." 

"Isn't that what I always do?"

A small huff escaped your lips where they're almost turning blue. Bruised from the rage and desperation. "Not quite. I thought you're getting better after last night?"

"It was only a dream." Fugo closed his eyes, the rise and fall of his chest are uneven, thoughts are long gone. Little by little, his sanity is leaving him.

Thanks to certain someone.

Thanks to someone's ego.

"Perhaps you're still mulling over that day? After all these years?"

"I'm far from it."

"Then?"

Fugo shoved his arms around your waist, pulling you to his lap, where he can see you better. And most of all. facing the reality. 

"Why don't you just kill me?"

You smiled, leaning for a kiss. "There's no way I'm going to let you die."

"Infiltrate mission?" 

Both you and Fugo question the new task given by Bucciarati. A small envelope sealed with red wax with a symbol that everyone knows. One of the biggest groups of the underworld. The rival of Passione. 

There was never a mission given to Bucciarati's group regarding this group.

"Bucciarati, this shouldn't be our mission." Fugo rolled up his eyes to the leader of the group with eyes of uncertainty. Unfortunately, the leader was giving the same kind.

Bucciarati pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know. We usually had different groups to do this kind of thing."

"But?"

"They're all had been annihilated," Bucciarati answered your question, not avoiding your gaze. "We're lacking manpower at the moment. I can't explain the details much. You two only have to confirm something for us."

Fugo was glancing at you when you turned to him. It seems that he's also thinking the same thing.

"Only the two of us?" you asked. Though, the answer is obvious enough.