Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[15] repent.

[Warning! Mentioning of rape.]

There is no one at the base right now but you. You just woke up from your sleep after coming to the base at five in the morning. The clock on the wall is telling you that you have been sleeping for eleven hours since then. And it's just your thing. Especially when you always go out on a mission alone as a spy.

The base was getting really dark so you wander around to turn on some lamps. Making your way to the kitchen as your last destination. You were starving. You could do whole pizza right now but the empty fridge saying the other way. Cereal was the only option left. And you don't bother to feel bad about finishing it all. 

Now you just sit in the dining room doing nothing. Thinking of the rest of your teammates. They're supposed to be home now considering the easy usual escort mission. Bucciarati and Giorno are away for another day because of they are on different missions.

Next thing you know you heard noises coming from the front door. Abbacchio was complaining about something. Mista and Narancia sound like they are panicking. 

Now that's rare, you thought.

But, where is Fugo?

The sudden bad hunch made you jumped out of the char to run to the front door. The three of them already stepping inside the base. They're looking at you who is practically panting.

"Tell me what the fuck happened on the mission," You interrogate as you can tell everything was wrong with their expressions. 

"And here the heck is Fugo?" 

Mista and Narancia flinched by your stern tone of voice. You're usually really calm and chill like nothing can waver you. But if you were to get angry it's like the devil itself has come to earth. Not the yelling type like Abbacchio, the disappointing one like Bucciarati, or the raging blackout like Fugo. It was the silent angry of stern voice and won't hesitate to kill people on the spot while fully aware of the consequences or would torture them to death.

"Your fucking boyfriend was losing his shit again!" Abbacchio stepped closer, he pointing at you with a glare, "Fugo almost killed us all! Why the fuck he can't control himself! Our client almost killed too! We are screwed!"

 "You're no explaining anything Abbacchio," You growled, pushing his hand away. 

Eyes to eyes like two beast ready to leap and eat each other.

"The client was pushing Fugo over the edge," Mista tried to speak, Narancia is hiding behind him.

"Fugo hated being touched by older man, right? That old man was really touchy towards him," 

Narancia peeked from Mista's shoulder.

The report they gave made your blood boils. 

"Of course he will be mad!" You offended for your lover, "But one of you must have made it worse. Abbacchio?"

You back to the tall man. 

"I told him to shut it up!" 

Abbacchio grabs one of your shoulders and pointing at your face. But the hard expression you had right now doesn't change the slightest bit.

"Abbacchio told him to don't be such a kid, [y/n]," 

"Yeah, yeah!"

The two boys yelling from behind. Tried to support you as they realize what they did to Fugo.

"He's good for nothing who can't control himself and his stand!" 

"Enough, Abbacchio!" 

With one hand you pushed him to the side. Abbacchio almost tripped because of it.