Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[19] lonely.

It was pouring heavily. The skies were painted in dark grey all over the city of Naples. People were running frantically seeking shelters. Some just opened the umbrella they prepared before. Continuing to walk to their destination. Be careful of the puddles though. 

It was a small cafe right around the corner. Famous for their espresso and chocolate chip cookies. It usually bustling with customers. But on this gloomy Tuesday, the cafe was empty. Made you have time to rest and enjoy the atmosphere. Sounds of rain ticking the roof, ticking the pavement, and mournful tune from the piano.

There is one piano inside the cafe. A black grand piano to be exact. The owner, your uncle, likes extravagant things and decided a grand piano would suit the cafe. Placed right in the middle in front of the counter. You can see clearly the pianist from behind the counter. 

A man in a green suit full of holes without a shirt inside it currently playing the piano. His black strawberry patterned necktie fall on his lap as he leaned forward. He has this beautiful color of hair. It was blond, but in thick color like some sort of honey. From time to time you can see his purple orbs between his bangs. His gaze was always melancholic yet hollow like he is gazing something far away. His fingers dancing perfectly on the keyboard. Producing this certain mournful music. 

Yet you can't look away from him. No one can ignore his way of releasing his soul. The rain today specifically makes it more depressing. 

The man has been coming here for three months. One day he asked you if he can play the piano every day. Not wanting any payment along with it. You said if it's okay for him then go on. The poor piano has been only decoration for a year. 

The song he played on that day makes you cry that you had to run to the bathroom. You weren't ready for that sad melody to be played. It's your secret up until now.

Since that day he did coming every day. From 2 PM to 5 PM sharp. Those three hours only to play the piano. And the melody never changed much. You somehow can handle yourself from crying by his playing now. 

His fingers stop by the end of the note. He looked at his watch by his left wrist, it was exactly 5 PM. But he can hear the raining still pouring heavily. He didn't have an umbrella. He can't leave.

"Fugo," Your voice breaking through the silence and the harsh sound of the rain, he turned at you with faint surprise on his face. 

You gestured your hand for him to come to sit by the counter desk. Quickly go to make a cup of coffee for him when he stood up from the piano chair.

Pannacotta Fugo sat on the seat you pointed at earlier. Wondering if you have any business with him though he would like to refuse. Fugo doesn't want to involve in anyone right now. He really wanted to leave but the rain told him no.

Didn't take much time for you to serve a cup of black coffee in front of him.

"It's on me," You said just enough so he can hear you, "Would you like creamer or sugar?"

He froze by the kind gesture for a moment, before he finally linked his fingers on the cup handle, "Thank you, I'm fine with this one."

You nodded, pleased much. 

"Sadly I don't have an umbrella I can lend to you. Let's just wait for the rain to pass," You said to him, dragging your seat so you can sit in front of him.

Fugo doesn't know what to answer to you. This is the first time he spoke to you again after three months ago. He knows you're always kind to the customer. A smile would always linger on your face. Other than that he doesn't know you.

"I love the melody you plays," 

Your sudden confession startled him.

"No need to flatter me," Fugo replied coldly, his expression were sour, "I know they're horrible."