Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[91] sweat runs cold.

The weather.., yeah! Let's talk about the weather first. It's important to talk about the weather after all! The sky is pretty much clear, the clouds are adding a nice touch here and there, and overall blue and bright. Not too hot and most definitely not cold at all. The temperature is just right where it should be comfortable.

Not the mention how perfect everything has been going so far. It gets messy at some point but nothing too much to stress it out. It should be okay. It should be alright.

But Fugo's sweating bullets. His sweat runs cold from his forehead and to his neck, likely his back too. He rarely gets nervous, it's that Pannacotta Fugo, yes. Now he's a trembling mess who can't handle the hard thumping inside his chest. He should've eaten a little before because his stomach churns. Fugo didn't eat because he was worried and now? 

He swallowed nervously as he starts fiddling his fingers. It starts to get him even more. The rustling fabric of his gloves and suits, people talking behind him, the cheers-Narancia and Mista's unnecessary yells. The heels, especially. He could hear the soft sound of heels approaching. 

Can he start crying now? 

Not yet?

Fugo nearly cry when she finally stand beside him. He almost lost his cool completely. Possibly ruining the day he had planned with her for so long. 

"Hey."

Fugo relaxed when she hold his hand. Now he's grounded, well, and safe. Her hand feels warm through her white gloves. White, yes, the color. She looks so good in white, Fugo knows it. 

"Hey," Fugo replies back in a whisper. She shoots him a smile.

Fugo now can do it. He can say clearly in front of everyone the oath he swore with his life. He can hear the oath from her lips like a dream. 

Two "I do."

One kiss.