Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[18] ride.

The sun isn't even up yet but you already rolling your wheelchair down the hall. Today you have a mission with Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. All of you must depart in one hour so you have to wake them up.

Bucciarati and Abbacchio are away at the moment.

The first destination would be Narancia's room in front of your room. Your hand working on the wheel while the other is knocking the door.

"Orangie, wakey, wakey, dear baby," You sang to the door then rolling back. Narancia loves it when you wake him up with a little song. Also only you can call him Orangie to wake him up.

You don't have to wait long for the owner to open the door. Narancia leaned on the door, still half asleep with a little drool.

"Morning, Narancia," You giggled, "Go wash your face."

"Okay..," The teenager mumbled. Narancia walked to the bathroom swaying left and right.

Rolling to the next door you knock on Mista's door. To wake Mista is quite tricky as he would fall asleep again. Only for urgent times, you can use your trump card.

"Mista!" A little higher you called, "It's four o'clock! Wake up before you die!"

"WHAT!"

BUGH.

Mista's screaming followed by a loud sound of him falling out of bed.

"AARGH!"

"Go wash your face!" You remind him before rolling onto the next room. Although you are sure you don't have to knock.

You were right. Before you could knock Fugo opened his door. There are eye bags under his eyes. He must be reading books until late at night again.

"Good morning, Fugo," greeted you, raising face to look at his face. From your angle, you can see his purple orbs despite the bangs.

Fugo nodded, "Good call on waking up Mista like that. Though being wakened up by his screaming is not pleasant at all."

"I'll wake you first later, sorry,"

"Nah," Fugo shrugged, "My room is the farthest from yours. Don't swear it, [y/n]."

"Good, I'll go make some toast for us,"

Before you could roll your wheelchair, Fugo caught your hands.

"What did I tell you about going down the stairs?" He sighed as he crouched down in front of you, "Come on."

"Alright,"

You shyly wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning forward onto his back tightly. Fugo's hands went to seizing your tights. Once he is sure that you all comfortable he stands up. Giving you piggyback ride to the kitchen.

You were not sure if your face has gotten hot because of the embarrassing rush or because his back was really warm. Fugo just wakes up few minutes ago after all. His scent was thick too. Mild yet very musky scent.

Those things always fluttering around your head every time he carries you like that. Now you wonder if you have change into a pervert.

Just when Fugo about to put you down on the chair by the dining table, the two of you hear loud stomps of someone going down the stairs.

"[y/n]! I brought your wheelchair!" Narancia announced before he comes to the kitchen.

"Good job, Narancia," Fugo commented.

Narancia setting down the wheelchair behind you so Fugo can crouch to put you down.

"Thank you, Fugo, Narancia,"