Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[13] sidekick.

Fugo wasn't sure what could be a girl in front of him is thinking about. He was given a mission to guard the youngest daughter of one of the important politicians in Italy while they are here in Naples. 

Since Giorno become the Don of Passione, he did exterminate anything related to selling drugs, especially by Passione. Fugo was the one who obliterated the drugs team to prove to his loyalty. Anyway, that is an old story.

After the drugs selling been stopped, the finance of Passione starts to shamble. So, Fugo suggested starting gaining favor from the politicians. Which works quite well these past three months. 

Now, this week is a very hectic one. Giorno throws a banquet and a party with politicians as the guest. The Don determined to gain more attention and sponsors. 

Fugo already getting ready to attend the banquet even though he hates it. But just yesterday, Giorno gave this mission specifically for him. 

"She is the youngest daughter of senator Callipo. Her age is the same as mine. I heard she is quite a genius like you so she skipped school. Protect her at all cost and treat her just like when we were protecting Trish. You are one of the people that I trust. I believe this mission is perfect for you."

That was all Giorno said to him. 

Today is the day of the banquet. First day of Fugo guarding the young lady. He must carry out anything she ordered to him. But this girl hasn't said anything besides introducing her name and ask Fugo to go somewhere with a delicious cake.

The young lady has finished her cake a few minutes ago. After that, anything she did is just sipping her tea or looking out the window.

Fugo somehow relieved that this young lady is not a demanding one. But mission is a mission, he must do whatever it takes to make it a success.

"What do you want to do next? I can take you anywhere," Fugo placed his empty coffee cup. 

The young lady raised her face slowly from the cup. Her eyes are round and as shiny as a crystal. Thin lips with a really soft pink hue. Fugo must say that she is quite the small one. As if she is a porcelain doll. With her blank yet innocent expressions.

"I don't know," She muttered, her eyes met with Fugo's.

"Is there anything you usually do?" Fugo asked again, trying to keep his composure.

"I don't know either," Her face doesn't change at all.

Maybe the demanding type like Trish is easier, Fugo thought. He can do everything if he is ordered to do so. While he can't doing anything now.

"Besides reading books," The young lady said suddenly, "Anything I do is just eat snacks. Then doing nothing at all."

Fugo can't help but frown. 

The lady looked down back to his cup, "I'm sorry, signore."

How can someone as lovely as her ended up like that?

"No, please don't say that," Fugo assured her, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Hmm, sì signore," She nodded. 

"Can you do me a favor instead?"

The question got her attention.

"Please call me Fugo. All my friends call me so," Fugo smiled, "Besides I am only a year older than you. No need to use formality to me."

The lady looked up in amusement, "Really? You looked so mature."

"So do you," Fugo replied honestly, "How can I call you?"