Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[21] can't help it, part 1.

"Have you ever heard of hanahaki disease?"

You tilted your head in confusion, "Hana--, what? What a messed up word."

The dying man, Hugo, couldn't contain his laughter, blood gushing out of his mouth as he did so. Just some random man that meant to be killed by you. He was the chatty one even in his final moment. If it's not for the mission he could be a great friend.

He looked up the clear blue skies, raising his hand to grasp it, "It means coughing-flowers disease, an old rare disease from the East." 

"So?" You pointed her blade at the man's neck again, "Why don't you just die already, old man? I'm running out of time."

"This disease will make you cough up flowers petals and blood," Yet Hugo still continuing his story, he smiled at the sky again, "by that time a flower will slowly growing on your lungs. It will keep growing until it covers your lungs, make you unable to breathe anymore."

"That is some fucked up disease," Can't help but comment at that.

"Indeed," Hugo looking back at you, there was a weird smile on his face like he is laughing at you, "This cursed disease would usually last only for a month before the victim eventually dies."

"Is that all?" You became uncomfortable by his stories, by how he is looking at you. Something is wrong. 

"Do you want to know the cause of this disease?"

"I heard enough," 

You started to swing your blade away from him, ready to swing it back cutting through his neck.

"It's unrequited love."

Hugo's head rolling on the concrete. Blood squirting from his neck, splashing everywhere even enough to drench you. That is okay. Bathed in the enemy's blood is the usual thing for you. Yet this man gave you chills.

He had a smirk on his face. 

"No string attached, okay, [y/n]?"

It's been a week since you executed that man. You wouldn't care enough to remember about him but what he said finally happened to you. 

At first, it was only a slight fever and a sore throat. Two days later you started to dry cough in the morning and at night. The next day you have difficulties breathing properly and the dry cough worsened. Until today the cough won't get any better even after all the medicines you took. Sometimes you can endure it, sometimes you can't hold it anymore and keep coughing like crazy.

It concerned your teammates.

"The doctor said that you're okay," Bucciarati sighed in frustration, he been taking you to the hospital three times and the answers are all the same, "You took the medicine yet not getting any better."

"Don't blame yourself, Bucciarati," You tried to smile as best as you can to the leader, "I still feeling great actually."

Abbacchio was having none of that lie again, "With your face as pale as snow like that?"

"At least the fever is gone!" exclaimed you, defending yourself. The throat starts to itch again after you yelled.

"Are you sure it's not some work from enemy's stand?" Mista frowned, he's been asking that many times before.

You nodded, "It's not."

That man's stand was only a normal stand that can freeze your movement for five seconds. With your absolute stubbornness, you can somehow defeat him. No sign of his stand power to give someone a disease. You believe it's not his own power either.

Though deep down you still hope that this cough means nothing but a normal disease. It's been a week and no blood or petals.

It's going to be okay. You keep telling yourself day by day.

"*cough* *cough*,"

"[y/n]!" Narancia screamed as you started to cough again.

You leaned to your knees with hands covering your mouth. Suddenly your chest aching like crazy. You can't even open your eyes. 

Fugo, who sat beside you the entire time, immediately caressing your back softly. He is the closest to you on the team. 

"[y/n], do you want to--," His words cut by your another wave of coughing.

"*cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*," You tried to gasp for air, it's getting harder to breathe, "*cough* *cough*, Fugo..,"

Tears started rolling on your cheeks. 

It's unrequited love. No strings attached, [y/n]. It's unrequited love. No strings attached, [y/n].  It's unrequited love. No strings attached, [y/n].  It's unrequited love. No strings attached, [y/n]. 

Those words keep ringing in your head.

"I'm here, [y/n], hey, look at me," Fugo panicked as well but try to keep composed. He knew you can't breathe again. He crouched down out of the cough to look at you properly. 

"Look at me, [y/n]," He said again, tucking your hair behind the ears, "Look at me and breathe."

I'm sorry, Fugo. I can't keep my promise.

"*cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*!"

Drops of blood started dripping out from between your fingers. Falling swiftly onto your lap. The other went crazy because of it. Fugo can only freeze as some blood made their way to his cheeks.

You opened your eyes slowly. His purple orbs were there already to see you. Fugo looked so worried, you never saw him making that face before. And it's your fault. 

You have sinned.

"*cough* *cough* *cough*!"

You can feel something other than blood coming out of your throat. They were many, made your hands full of them. You know immediately what they are. 

As you uncover your mouth, red petals of roses started to fall along with the blood. The petals are dark red and smell like fresh roses in the morning. The entire room smell like roses. 

Enough to suffocated you. 

"[y/n], oh, God,"

"Is that petals?"

"They're real?"

Enough to drive everyone crazy. 

Yet you don't have the strength to reply to everyone one by one.

You can only look at Fugo. Unconsciously your hands went to his cheeks. Making his face painted with your blood. The man stay still. Still can't believe of what just happened in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Fugo," You whispered to him, the eyelids getting heavier, "I'm sorry.., for I can't help it. I'm sorry."

After that, you can't remember anything. The last thing you see was tears forming upon his eyes.