Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[25] alive.

Bucciarati never thought the time like this would come. They have another big mission coming up and you catch a cold. Not that he minds, everyone could get sick. It's just no one ever thinks that his second-in-command could end up in bed because of fever. Moreover, in the same time with you.

It was six in the morning.

"I'm sorry, Bucciarati," You sniffled, hot tears rolling down your cheeks heavily. Can't even breathe properly because of the stuffy nose. 

The leader smiled softly, "It's not your fault, [y/n]. But I'm afraid I will have to leave both of you behind for today. We'll be back tomorrow morning."

"Both?" 

"Fugo has a fever-,"

"What!?" You exclaimed eyes widen by the shocking news, "Where is he? Achoo! Ughh..."

"Calm down," Bucciarati chuckled, "He is sleeping in his room. The two of you will stay behind, okay? Don't go near each other. There is food in the fridge. The medicine in the cabinet. I'll leave it to you since you're the only one who can move."

As the third-in-command (You rarely have to be in charge since Fugo always around) of the team, you nodded to the leader. 

"Will do, sir-Achoo!"

"But you can sleep for now," Bucciarati lightly caressing your head, "It's still early."

You nodded, that sounds just right. After the squad leader leaves your room you quickly fall to your bed to go back sleeping. Wrapping yourself with the thick blanket.

When you woke up it's already past twelve. Still feeling the headache and stuffy nose, it got worsen even. You groaned, thinking if you should just go to sleep again. Then it hit you.

"Oh, shoot, Fugo!" You jumped out of the bed with the blanket still wrapping your body, you hold it with your left hand. Running to the other side of the hallway to the second-in-command room.

"Fugo?" You quietly whispered as you open his room, Fugo is still sleeping on his bed, you decide to go in to check closer.

His face is red from ear to ear, breathing heavily with his mouth, eyes shut tightly, and he is constantly groaning in pain. This is your first time ever seeing him like this. You leaned over to check his temperature but his brow frowning as soon as your hand touch it.

"Grrr..,"

Purple Haze manifested beside you, staring down at you with drools dripping out of his mouth. 

"Uh-oh, Purple Haze," You startled, try to step away from Fugo but you step on the blanket. Made you falling backward, head slammed to the floor.

"ARGH!" 

Before you can react more, the purple stand already set himself above you. Left hand holding back your neck with the other hand ready to swing.

"Hng, Pur..el," You tried to speak but Purple Haze is too strong, there is no time to call your stand either. You start to panic, you don't care if you die but if the stand were to use the virus then Fugo will die as well.

You absolutely hate the idea of that.

"Go back, Purple Haze!" 

The stand immediately vanished away. You can see Fugo panting hard as he leaning with his hand to support his body. With a heavy breath, the two of you can only stare at each other.

"Achoo!" You shivered, wrapping the blanket again.

"[y/n]?" Fugo finally can recognize you, his eyes slowly got wider.