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Narancia x Fugo- Sleepy

They had been out all day on miscellaneous missions for capos, but that didn't stop Fugo from cramming math into Narancia's head.

"This one's easy," Fugo lifted the paper up to Narancia's drooping eyes. "What's 9 x 5?"

"Forty oneeee." Narancia yawned, unable to see Fugo's raised hand, luckily there were no utensils around. Just as Narancia was about to earn a slap for his wrong answer, his tired and dare I say cute, demeanor stopped Fugo in his tracks.

"Close. Five more and you can sleep." Fugo ordered lifting Narancia's chin up and forcing up his violet eyes; which were staring dreamily at Fugo.

He held up another paper with the problem, 9 x 8 up to Narancia's elevated face. "Seventeen." Narancia flung up with a small squeak of a scream as Fugo dropped his chin in annoyance.

"Multiplication Narancia, not addition." To be honest, Fugo had no idea why he was being so nice to the boy who usually annoyed him with his stupidity. Maybe it was just because he was tired too, or more likely he didn't have the heart to hurt the sweet boy after such a tiring day, it was unfair even for Fugo's standards and anger.

"Mhm." Narancia eyed the next problem, 11 x 7, "I know this!" About to break out in dance, the citrus smelling boy shook Fugo's shoulder, energetic for once, "77!" A wide grin spread across Fugo's features as he nodded, immediately getting pulled into a joyous hug from the cute little boy.

A suspicious amount of time had passed and Fugo was still trapped in the hug, though Narancia's grip seemed to have went slack. He noticed the heavy and even breathing and sighed, the boy had fallen asleep on his shoulder, he didn't quite mind but he couldn't face the never ending taunting he'd receive if any of the other gang members had walked in.

"Come on." Fugo strained into Narancia's shoulder as he tried to get off the beige couch without waking the dazed boy. He smiled satisfactory to himself when Narancia remained asleep on his shoulders, legs somehow still tucked around Fugo.

The whole leg trap proved to be a challenge when Fugo had snuck to the dark haired boy's room. Everytime he set him down and tried to un-link his legs, he would stir, giving Fugo a paranoid shock. He didn't think his innocent best friend would wanna wake up to him perched on top of him, Narancia's legs wrapped around him in a straddle position whilst he lay back on the bed. Not that Fugo would mind.

After eight minutes of struggle, especially painful for Fugo's arched back, he gave in and just plopped down on Naranci's bed with a huff, the cute boy somehow still clinging onto him.

A few minutes had passed when Fugo started to stroke Narancia's head, running his fingers through his thick locks. He had assumed staying in the room would have lessened their chance of getting spotted, but he was painfully wrong.

Of all people, Mista had to walk by the room, shoving open the door without as much as a knock. Not silent Abbachio, nor respectful Bucciarati, or the kind Giorno who would keep his mouth shut. And it just couldn't have been Trish, who would've wanted to know details and all, but would have been a good secret keeper. Fugo hadn't witnessed anything like the bench incident as Narancia did; so he had no materials to use against the gunslinger. He only shook his head in defeat when Mista called out to the others. Fugo instinctively cupped Narancia's small ears with his hands when he shifted against him with a tiny moan; signaling his awakening.

"Oi! Come get a load of this guys!" Mista's voice rang through the halls, confirmed successful by the footsteps of multiple people. He flinched when Fugo shot him the most bitter death stare he'd experienced, though he smirked when the others arrived and it was clear who'd won.

The taunting began, especially at their conjoined figures; Narancia's legs were wrapped around Fugo's abdomen and his arms were draped over his shoulder, his face buried in his neck as Fugo covered his appearing ear with the hand that was previously raking through his hair, attempting to keep him asleep. His other hand had been mindlessly perched on the boys waist; playing with the hem of his shirt. Once that had been pointed out, a flustered Fugo quickly retreated his hand.

"Aww, look at Fugo and his boyfriend." Trish cooed, just now arriving at the scene. Her words were just loud enough to drag the already stirring Narancia out of his deep sleep.

"Huh?" He sat up, legs still around Fugo whilst smiling at him, rubbing the blur out of his eyes; oblivious of the others' presence. "Morning Fugo." Narancia yawned, flicking the other boy's nose and shuffling around to crack his back, spotting the others with a yelp. "What're you guys doing h-here?" His face flushed a deep red as he realized his suggesting position with Fugo, and hastily climbed off; earning a hefty mocking from the whole crew.

"Sorry to ruin your fun boys, this was too good to keep to myself." Mista laughed, opening his mouth to continue when the orange boy; seemingly unthreatening, glared between him and Giorno. Narancia hadn't only walked in on one incident and he wasn't going to have the already, clearly embarrassed Fugo tortured anymore.

A thick gulp from Mista sent him and Giorno out of the room, the three others following out as the fun had ended. "Shit, Nara I'm sorry-" Fugo started.

Narancia had gained a boost of confidence from the whole ordeal and his victory over Mista, and his affection for the boy sat in front of him mixed well with it. But of course, he was still a bit innocent and shy around this topic and gave Fugo a lingering peck on his already heated cheek. "I'm still tired." Narancia whined, tackling Fugo and passing out on the flustered boy's chest; the adventures of the day passing through his mind, specifically the most recent.