♤Happy Fugio Friday! ♤

●Cold●

Aw jeez, he's starting to think he should've checked the weather, but it's way too late for that.

He noticed a every now and then, people whispering to each other, or staring at him in pity as he clutched his own arms in attempt to stay warm. They probably thought he was some homeless kid, especially in his getup.
His back collided againts the wall as he slowly slid to the floor. At this rate has going to pass out on the streets. Jeez, what a horrible image.

"no-"

People are definitely going to start talking.

"orno..!"

What if a classmate sees him, that's be embarrassing.

"Giorno!" He heard, he gasped in response. Everything was still blurry to him, and he was still very tired. Though one thing was very apparent to him, and that was the man who had his arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Fugo?"

___

"You scared me GioGio." Fugo started, wrapping his own coat around Giorno. Who now sat with his knees to his chest.
"This is your coat. I'm sorry." He said, putting his head on his forehead. Fugo sighed and rested his face on his palm.

"I mean, I have this sweater with me so it's fine." He replied, not that it made Giorno feel any less guilty.

"Anyways talk to me, why are you out here whilst looking like...that." He asked, Giorno pinched his mouth into a thin line and pulled the coat closer to him.

"I was going on a walk."

"You're really going to tell me that when you look like this? Why don't you tell me what's really going on here." Fugo groaned.
"I didn't check the weather? I- I don't know." Giorno sighed, practically hiding his entire body under Fugos red coat.

Fugo glanced at the boy and contemplated weither he shoukd go inside rigt about now to order him a hot chocolate or not. That'd probably make the poor teen feel even worse for having used Fugos money though.

"Uh, you wanna order something?"

"Like what?" Giorno sighed.

"I dunno, a coffee or something? Anything that tickled your fancy. My treat of course." Giorno glanced at him before retreating to the safety of the comfy, red coat Fugo lent him. Seemed that was a big fat nasty no. He really wondered what had Giorno so down in the dumb today. Well, besides the whole weather fiasco.

"Did you just have a rough night or something?" If thats the case, then he gets where the stammering blonde his coming from. Majority if not all of Fugos nights are pretty rocky to put it simply.

"Pretty much. I had an argument with someone the day before. Or well, more like they started yelling at me so I couldn't take it and ran up to my room. Stayed there for the rest of the night." Giorno opened up, hugging himself tighter.

"I didn't even see them this morning. So I decided a nice walk would make me feel better." Giorno said. Fugo could guess who the culprit was. Even if he was never one to point fingers.

"Well whatever it was I'm sure they weren't even in their right mind when they started yelling." Fugo assured, he may or may not be projecting here.

"No you don't get it. They were scolding me. Very harshly I may add. I just couldn't take it so I turned tail and ran. They're probably still mad at me." He added. There was a chance Giorno was exaggerating here, but he's not really that type of guy.

"Tell you what," Fugo offered, intertwining their fingers. Giorno looked up at him in confusion.

"We can go back home, talk to them, and straighten things out." Giorno narrowed his eyes. 

"I guess."

_

Making a part 2 bcuz I'm a ✨Procrastinator✨ and oh- wouldya look at the time, a most twelve.