Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[94] selfish.

"You would come to hate me someday." 

Fugo said it as if it was natural. The tone is rather dragging, giving off unsettling confidence in the statement. How bold of him to say it, lightly, without weighing what I might feel about it. What would it be if I snapped at the moment, at him for being a jerk? But I've gone through that. Because, it's not like you don't get the meaning behind it or what he has considered. He's rather slow for a genius, isn't he?

"Which someday are you referring to? The day where you would reject me which is today? Or the day where you denied all we've been through together which is today?"

"No..." 

Good. Seems like it drilled straight into his brain. The look he wears on his face is no better than the sky right now. Cloudy, gloomy, and yet the cloud could only dream to be as dreamy as his face. Despite all that, he's got a very little heart. He could use it to love others but not for himself. How convenient of him that I got a big heart only for him.

I don't know who's the fool, me or him.

"We should hurry," he reminded us as both of us are looking out the glassless window. The wind is hustling hard outside, slipping through inside to stir his hair. But his hand goes to mine to brush it out of my eyes. 

"We should, perhaps," I replied to him and look into his saddened eyes. "I wouldn't worry because we drive a car here. We won't get wet on our way home."

"I would worry." 

"Hm, why?"

Fugo lifted me up with ease, ignoring his own pain or it shows how high his pain tolerance is. Whichever it is, I'm not going to complain because I can't walk with my leg like this.

"Giorno will treat you in no time so we should hurry before it gets any worse."

"Can we stop by the bakery first?"

"Are you hungry?"

I answered him with a short nod and a hum. His answer should be the same- more like there's no way he could say no. He walks slowly, and carefully as I cling to his neck which smells like mint and something bitter mixed to it. 

This man, who's yet to accept me officially to be his girlfriend but already acts as my boyfriend all the time, often wears no expression on his face. And now is no exception, though closely like this, he looks weary. He's a master of poker faces- which is why I can't believe Giorno for saying that he used to be angry and look angry. Just when will it be until he can feel he can be at ease?

Why is he so hard on himself? I can come up with thousands of answers. They would all be right and wrong at the same time. Fugo is that kind of man.

"You aren't being greedy enough."

Fugo gives me a complicated look before closing the door on me. He's walking slowly from the front to the driver's seat. He said nothing until he starts driving away.

"You need to elaborate."

"Nope. I mean it as you heard it. I know you understand me, sir." I crossed my arm and he glances at me from the rear mirror. "Do you think they still have my usual cupcake?"

"I think I'm greedy enough. And your cupcake.. they might not have it anymore."

"You are not! I deserve your love!"

"I do."

"That's not the point." 

"I know." Fugo rests his arm on my head and slides down to close my eyes. "I don't want to be selfish. Not anymore."

"You're being selfish now."

"If you say so, then I must be am." Fugo parked smoothly by the side of the road. He unclasped his seatbelt and asked without looking at me. "What if they ran out of your favorite?"

I answered, "Banana." and there goes Fugo leaving the car into the bakery. 

Seems like I need to put my effort into this a little bit more. Just one more push and perhaps he can finally be honest to his heart. He needs the push that only I can do.

Our 'guests' from an earlier mission really inflicted some hard reality on us. We're forced to be separated, struggled, and crawled out of it with blood and sweat. I asked Fugo when it was all over, one question that I ask him often, and that is why is he not allowing me to be his. He's dumb to think I would hate him. When he knows how far I've dived for him. 

It's frustrating but I won't give up. Not when he actually loves me just as much! 

".. why are your fists up?"

"I'm just excited to punch some sense into you," I replied without missing a beat. "What do I get here..? Your favorite!" My smile grew after sneaking the sweet bags he gives me.

"That's the only ones left." 

Well, it's good that he lets me eat in peace and always makes sure I eat only what I like or what he likes. He's lovely, just lacks confidence. 

"Do you want some?"

"No. I'm fine."

I glance at him, munching my cupcake, and he wears a difficult look on his face. Perhaps I'm pushing him too hard? 

Oh well, this is my way of being selfish.