The Search for a Dance Partner

Giorno's Search for a Dance Partner

Giorno returned to school after a week of absence. Thankfully, Bruno was the boss now, so the teachers went easy on him. As Giorno walked to his room, he noticed posters on the walls about a dance Saturday night next week and thought about Fugo. Giorno shook it off and tried to think about his studies. However, when he returned and focused on his missing work, he couldn't stop thinking about Fugo.

Since it was a Friday evening, Giorno could go to Bucciarati and Abbacchio for help. He headed out, hoping they were in Libeccio. Luckily, they were, but Bucciarati looked ready to head out until he bumped into Giorno.

"Oh, shouldn't you be doing your work?" Bruno asked.

"I should, but I'm having trouble focusing," Giorno answered.

Abbacchio was right there. "You're having trouble focusing? Since Fugo's gone, I thought you'd be the smart guy."

"You still haven't found him?" Giorno frowned.

"We'll find him. Don't worry," Bruno assured him. "Unfortunately, that'll leave you to tutor Narancia. You seem a better tutor than Mista. I have to go now."

Bruno left.

"Why are you so worried about Fugo, anyways?" Abbacchio questioned.

"Because"—he blushed—"we fought together side by side."

"Once."

"We will find him, right?"

He sighed. "Giorno, if it makes you feel better, he was here. Check with me on Sunday. I'll be able to search freely with Narancia and Mista. They miss him too. For now, Bucciarati wants you to focus on your studies."

"What about—"

"Just go. There's nothing you can do."

He would press Abbacchio to search for Fugo, but it seemed he had no interest in listening. Knowing Abbacchio was right, Giorno returned to his school to finish his work.

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It was Saturday, and Giorno headed to Libeccio to tutor Narancia and to see if Fugo had turned up. Abbacchio, Mista, and Narancia—all with sullen looks—greeted him when he sat at the table.

"Narancia, since Fugo isn't here, I'll tutor you," Giorno said. "If we don't finish this in 30 minutes, I'll be doing my homework."

The black-haired boy said nothing but sighed. He brought out a piece of paper with simple math questions.

Thirty minutes passed, and Narancia had almost completed all the math questions.

"Alright, now for me to do my homework," Giorno said, bringing out stacks of paper from his bag.

"No way," Narancia commented. "That can't be your homework."

"Well, I missed a week of school. This is all the classwork and homework I have."

"It sucks to be you guys," Abbacchio commented. "Damn, I was hoping we could search for Fugo right now." He sighed. "Can you get this done any faster?"

"If you guys help me, things will go faster."

"I'm not smart like you or Fugo," Mista said, "but I'll try!"

"I don't know, Giorno," Narancia said. "What if I hold you back?"

"There might be something you might know that I don't," he said, trying to cheer him up. "What's the harm in trying to help me?"

"Alright, I'll try to help."

Even with all the help, it took Giorno five hours to complete the work.

Abbacchio relaxed in his seat and placed a hand on his forehead, looking exhausted. "Now I see why Fugo gets frustrated with Narancia whenever he tutors him. So, Giorno, are we—" He looked out the window. "What? It's dark already?"