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Fugo x Narancia Angst

Honestly, I just wanted to write some angst to get back into the writing spirit. I kinda lowkey made myself sad writing this, it's short, but it get's the point across. ;;

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"Hey Fugo?" Narancia asks, walking into the kitchen, his arms behind his back as he looked over curiously at the younger mans work. Fugo hummed and looked up, placing his pen down as he gave Narancia a confused look.

"I've been thinking some stuff, but what are you most scared of?"

Fugo tilted his head, perplexed by his strange question. He sighed deep in thought as he tried to come up with an answer the best he could. Finally, he looked back into Narancia's curious stricken eyes.

"I guess... I'm afraid to be happy?"

Narancia's face contorted into a look of disappointment and worry, he had assumed Fugo would have answered with something different, something common like a spider or heights. "Afraid to be happy? What do you mean by that Fugo?" He asked curiously, getting closer to the younger male.

Fugo sighed and ruffled Narancia's hair like a father would to a child, "It's nothing, you'll understand it when your older." Fugo couldn't help but smile smugly as Narancia huffed childishly and crossed his arms, "I'm older than you, ya know!"

'Because when I do get happy...'

Silent tears streamed down Fugo's face as he knew what had happened. It was no surprise that when Giorno, Mista and Trish came back that they tracked him down to tell him the bad news. It ultimately broke him.

Maybe, just maybe, if he had joined, then he could have taken their places, he could have saved someone at least... But fate is much crueler in its game of life and chance. He couldn't remember how long he'd been just sitting on the floor of his apartment, just staring off and crying endlessly into the night.

He'd be afraid to admit, but he truly enjoyed Narancia's time as much as the older boy annoyed the hell out of him. But what could he do now? There was no more tutoring, no more yelling, no more apologizes, no more stabbing, no more anything. It was all far too late...

He clutched the broken toy model that looked similar to Narancia's Aerosmith plane in his arms. He stayed quite, his eyes shut tightly as he remembered those times replaying in his mind, almost as if it was a broken record.

"-...Something bad always happens."