Fugo first explored the living room. He ran his fingers over the furniture, remembering everything that had happened in that room. He remembered the countless games of truth or dare, and each time Bucciarti told off Abbacchio for being rude to Giorno.
Fugo remembered the time he tried to make Narancia feel beautiful, make him feel loved. The time he almost made Narancia his on the brown leather couch that sat right in the middle of the room.
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"Fugo," Narancia covered his face with his hands, hoping the blonde boy next to him couldn't see the blush that was forming on his cheeks. He'd thought about this a lot but didn't think it would ever happen.
Fugo let out a small laugh and grabbed Narancias hands, intertwining their fingers and placed them on his own lap. He moved closer to the older boy.
"Yes, Nara?" He smirked and reached up to play with his beautiful black hair, running his fingers through it and even going as far to gently tug on it.
"P-please don't call me that" he let out a soft moan as fugo continued to play with and tug on his hair.
"What would you rather me call you?"
"B-baby. God, please call me baby"
"Anything for you, baby"
Fugo smiled lovingly at the blushing boy in front of him, cupping his cheeks with his hands before bringing his face closer and pressing his lips against Narancias.
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Everything I Didn't say || Fugonara
Fanfiction"Nara, I'm sorry I never told you these things when you were alive..." In which Giorno and Mista come home and tell Fugo that his friends have died. Fugo regrets not telling Narancia how he really felt when he was alive, so he writes it all down. ...
