THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

reasons || fugo x reader || :))

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"Good morning, Y/N!" Narancia, your best friend, opens the curtains in your dark room, letting the sunlight in. "Nara....I can't see." You groan, and he laughs, flipping the covers off of your cold legs and pulling you to sit up. "We made breakfast to celebrate you joining us in Passione! Come on! The food looks so good, I just want to eat it already, but Bucciarati said we had to wait for you." Narancia frowns at that, and you giggle. "Alright, Narancia. I'm coming." You smile, and hop out of bed.

Things have changed for the better, especially since you joined Passione; you had nothing to do in your life, and you were constantly in danger without parental guidance, that was, until the day Bruno took you in as his own, and allowed you to start your life over with the gang. Everyone and you were very good friends, except Fugo and Abbacchio. Abbacchio doesn't like anyone, Narancia says, and Fugo....well, he just stares at you all the time, a permanent scowl on his face.

Running down the stairs, you and Narancia enter the kitchen, Bucciarati smiling at you two as you have a seat at the round table. "Good morning, Y/N! How was your sleep?" He asks, setting out plates for the food. "It was pretty good! It's been a decent while since I was sleeping in a comfortable bed." You smile, and he laughs. Trish comes up beside you and gives you a hug, smiling. "Morning, Y/N." She says softly, her voice barely over a whisper. "Morning, Trish." You greet her back, and she smiles.

"Alright, everyone! The food's ready." Bucciarati smiles, and Mista and Narancia are the first ones to get up, scrambling up to the countertop, grabbing the plates and hitting each other in the process. "Ow! Move it, Mista!" Narancia whines, and Mista pushes him back, holding out his arm to stop him. "You wait your turn, Narancia." He smirks, and Narancia starts screaming. "Will you guys shut the hell up?" Abbacchio grabs a plate and slides in front of both of them, causing Narancia to frown at him, but say nothing.

You walk over to the table where Fugo is currently reading The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri, lost in its pages. "Hey, Fugo?" You tap his shoulder, and he sighs, placing his bookmark in his book, and closing it with a hard thud. "What the hell do you want?" He asks angrily, and you sigh, twirling a bit of hair in between your fingers. "We can go and eat breakfast now. I don't know if you heard or---" You start to explain, but Fugo just furrows his eyebrows at you, standing up and striding over to the line, completely ignoring your sentence.

What is his problem with me? You ask yourself, and sigh, walking over to the line, grabbing your plate and coming behind Fugo. "Fugo, if you don't mind, could you let Y/N in front of you?" Bucciarati asks, and Fugo nods reluctantly, stepping out of the way and letting you in front of him. The look in his eyes as he walks back behind you, lets you know that he wouldn't move if Bucciarati didn't tell him to. Blushing, you shyly walk up to the plates of food, and take what you want. "Don't eat too much, we need to eat too." Fugo snarls, and you blush.

Did I get that much? You stare at your plate, even though you only have three things on your plate; you are very hungry after all.

"Oh, stop it, Fugo. Let her eat what she likes." Trish scolds him, and he rolls his eyes, walking over to the table. "Don't listen to him, Y/N. He's just being rude." Trish consoles, whispering in your ear. You smile, staring at Fugo. Why do I like you? You think to yourself, but shake the thought out of your head, and follow Trish to the couch.

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The house is quiet, no one but you and Fugo at the house. Bucciarati and the others went shopping for dinner, and he commanded Fugo to watch you and keep you safe while they were gone. It was an awkward silence; Fugo and you were reading a book, but you kept glancing at Fugo from time to time, hoping he didn't notice you. Reading books are boring, but as long as you and Fugo were reading together, you were okay. You don't know when or how, but you've caught feelings for Fugo, and you know he doesn't like you back.

"It's your turn, you know." He says annoyed, and you snap out of your thoughts, turning your focus back to the page.

"When took they motion first from Love Divine:

So the sweet season and time of day

Caused me to augur as a hopeful sign

That animal with skin bedappled gay:

Yet not so much but that I felt dismayed

To see a lion intercept my way."

You finish reading, and stare at him. His light orange hair waves in the breeze being let in by the window, and his dark purple eyes stare back at you, some emotion filling his eye that you can't place. You sit there for a decent minute, until you both snap out of it, blushing and turning away from each other. "Let's play chess." He suggests, and you blush. "I don't know how to play chess." You say shyly, and he scoffs.

"Of course you don't. You're too stupid to understand it, anyways." He scowls at you, and your heart falls at what he says. "I can play checkers, though." You say, and he rolls his eyes, putting the bookmark in its place, and grabbing a box filled with checkers. "Fine." He complies, and sets up the game. "Do you want water or anything?" You ask him, trying to get on his good side.

"No." Fugo replies bluntly, and you stare at him before walking to the sink and filling up a glass with water. He's so complicated, you think to yourself. Walking back to the table, you sit across from him and prepare your mind. Fugo's very smart, and you're nothing close to him, so you have to impress him somehow. The game goes slowly at first, but as you reach the end, you start to win, and Fugo sits there in disbelief.

How could I lose to someone like her? This is absolutely ridiculous! I won't--I can't allow her to throw me off like this, Fugo thinks to himself as his face flushes in anger, embarrassment, and awe. "I did it!" You cheer, and you smile. Fugo takes a second to register your words, as he looks down at the board. All of his tan checkers have been taken hostage by you. You've won.

"I'm done!" He yells, and you stare at him, confused. "But--" You start, but he cuts you off. "You're so damn annoying! I wish we never took you in! You're such a---" He stops yelling when he notices tears filling your eyes. You two sit in silence, and he stares at you, watching your soft lips turn into a frown. You start to cry, and Fugo just stares at you, wide-eyed. After a while, he comes around to you and wipes your eyes with his hand.

"I---I apologize for what I said. It was completely unnecessary, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let anger get the better of me." He sighs, and you stare at him, before doing something your heart's wanted forever.

You bring your lips to his in desperation, and he stares at you before he shuts his eyes, seemingly melting into the kiss. After what seems like three eternities, you pull away, leaving you and Fugo in a breathless, blushing mess.

"Why the hell did you just---why did you just kiss me?" Fugo blushes, his face heating up.

"I've liked you ever since---I don't even remember when! I just wanted to kiss you and hug you and be yours forever!" You yell without thinking, and Fugo stares at you for a decent minute before sighing and rubbing a tear from your cheek.

"I like you too. That's the reason I was being so mean to you. I don't like showing my feelings." Fugo explains coldly, and you hug his waist, burying your face into his chest. "Well, I do love you." You mumble, and he strokes your hair. "I love you too, Y/N." He says, and you two sit there in silence, soaking in each other's presence.

"My reasons are terrible when it comes to love; they don't make any sense." Fugo whispers.

"Me too." You whisper back.

it's hard to write about fugo; i think i did a pretty good job, though :)