Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[97] shooting stars.

"Shooting stars?" 

"Yes. Shooting stars. Bam!" She pointed a finger gun to the night sky. Dark and cloudy, with a chance of raining until morning. "I like shooting stars. They're neat."

He wasn't amused. "They're not even stars."

She glanced and grinned at him. A twinkle in her eyes, much brighter than the stars- no, the stars would be ashamed in her presence. "They're rocks. But it's something new when science is much more.. science-ing."

"Science-ing? Really [y/n]?" 

Though, her choice of words wasn't the most promising.

"Now, now, Fugo," she nudged his waist, playfully, then laughed as she avoided his attempt to pinch her nose. " The fact that they're rocks adds the coolness effect to it. But!" She swayed her index finger right before his face. "That's not what I'm trying to say."

Fugo uninterestedly leans on the railing on his left side. "I bet you're going to say how you love to make a wish to a shooting star."

"You know me, oh, so well~" she sang. "Because you know what? It proved how we, as humans and living beings, love beautiful things. Even from a long time ago, we love how beautiful it is when a star is falling in the sky, and we thought, oh! How nice it would be to make a wish at such a rare unimaginable thing. How joyous! How exciting! Come! Make your wish and watch how life can be so fun."

There she goes again, he thought. He must say, it sounds like something that'd appear in a children's book. Knowing her though, it fits her so well.

"Okay. I see your point."

"I haven't concluded it yet. Tsk, tsk." 

How smug she was. Let's hear it then. Fugo figured she'd say something along the lines of how romantic it is to make a wish at a falling rock.

She leans on her right side on the railing, her body fully facing him. "I like how people would romanticize anything that's beautiful. We are naturally romantic."

"That's your conclusion?" Fugo stared still into her eyes. 

"But you're not romantic so you were made artificially- ack! My nose!" She rubbed he reddened nose, pursing her lips. "Stop pinching people's noses when it's convenient to you."

"That's why you should stop making fun of me when it's convenient for you." 

"Then you should stop being stupid."

"No. You."

"Oh, you!" She acts as if she's going to jump on him but stops. She sighs before her face turns to look at the sky. "But you see, I was never lucky. I've never seen a shooting star before. I always missed it, somehow. 

He didn't like the expression on her face. "Perhaps tomorrow."

There's always tomorrow, they said. Right?

"Yeah?" she laughed, much better. "What should I wish for? World domination? For more off days? Should I wish that you would finally be nice to me?"

"What are you saying? I'm always nice."

"Ack! My nose!"

Those rocks better be falling tomorrow.

Fugo stared emptily at the rock in front of him. Her name is carved on it. Her beautiful name will stay forever. 

Without her, forever is too long.

He should've stayed. He should've not let her hand go back then.

He should've.

He kneeled there, hollow and full of sorrow.

Then and now.

Fugo looks up at the night sky. Not wanting his tears to fall and stain her last resting place. If she could feel it, perhaps, she'd be sad. 

"A-"

His throat feels dry as his lips parted, his tears falling, and keeps falling. 

One. Two. Three.

Shooting stars. Lots of them.

How wicked. 

Fugo chuckles to himself. 

"Stars..," he cries, "please, please be nice to her."