Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[27] shades of pink.

Fugo thinks of her as the epitome of being shy. A faint blush of red on the cheeks, small smiles, gleaming eyes, low voice, and polite. Overall, she is the cuteness itself. Bucciarati and his team adore her so much. Being in the mafia can be really rough, very tiring, and draining. Her existence just perfects to lift their morals again.  

She is currently writing a report from their last mission while the other doing their own stuff on the same table. Fugo is teaching Narancia as usual, Abbacchio with his headphone, and Mista cleaning his revolver. Bucciarati still has other work to do.

Her work was progressing well until Narancia's calls have to stop her.

"Yes, Narancia?" She turns to the orange boy beside her. Looking straight into his light violet eyes and try hard not to look the person beside him.

"What are you going to do after this?" Narancia smirks, leaning to her, "Why don't we go play somewhere?"

Mista gasps, "Count me in!"

"Oh, um, no..," Her voice getting smaller as she lowering her face, "I still have to deliver this report to Polpo with.. Fugo."

"Wait, what?" Narancia glares at the said person, "You're going with her?"

"Suspicious!" Mista adds, squinting his eyes.

"Bucciarati ordered us so since none of you reliable enough to face Polpo," Fugo replied coldly, "Narancia, this, this, this, this, and this are still wrong. Do it again."

Narancia groans but shut his mouth before Fugo can complain.

"How is the report going?" Fugo turns to her, caught her were looking at him but looking away as soon as Fugo saw her.

"Please wait," She said sheepishly, her face getting redder, "I'll be, I'll be done soon."

Fugo nods so she can back to write the report. The girl took a quick glance at him before continuing her work. She squints hard at the paper. 

On the other hand, Fugo is really curious about her despite his blank expression. Just with him, she will avert her eyes, blushing hard from ear to ear, with a little shaky voice. Fugo doesn't understand why she being different around him. From usual shy to the extreme one. Just like what happened earlier. 

Fugo rests his chin on his palm. Unconsciously observing her again while thinking the answer. Fugo has taken a liking to her because of that. He feels like something has changed since he meets her months ago.

"Um, Fugo," She raises the paper until covering half her face, looking away to the side, "The report.. is done."

"Oh?" Fugo held out his hand, "May I see?"

She gave a quick nod before handing him the papers. 

Mista leaning to Fugo to see, "What's today theme? Hm? How to plant strawberry in your garden?" 

"Yes," She turns to Mista, "I find new code to put in there. Also,  Polpo said that the recipe book is done so I have to change the style of the code."

"Our [y/n] is a genius!" Narancia lifts his thumb.

"Thank you, Narancia."

"You're good at this," Fugo says, satisfied with the result, "Took me a while this time since you change it that much."

"Thank you," She cups her cheeks, burning.

"Should we go now?" 

"Okay," 

Fugo stands up, but before that, he has to frown at Narancia, "You must get them right by the time we come back."

"I know!" Narancia snaps back.

"Are you two going now?" Abbacchio lifts his headphone, "If so then please buy the new magazine."

"Why don't you go buy it?" Fugo clicks his tongue.

"It's, It's okay, Fugo," She cuts in, try to convince him by looking at his eyes, "I have to stop somewhere along the way too."

"Really?" The blond turns to her, "If you say so then I have nothing against it."

"Oho? Fugo being weak to [y/n] again,"

"Shut up, Mista," 

The gunslinger smirks, "Go get him, [y/n]!"

"What do you mean?" Fugo asks, turning to the now red girl, "What does he mean?"

"Nothing!" She exclaimed, two hands clenching and bouncing up, "We have to go now, Fugo. Let them be."

"Fine," Was all Fugo can say. Even though he can hear the snickers behind him, his focus goes to her. She is being flustered again. 

That was cute.

"Where should we go next?" Fugo asks, the two of them just finished visiting Polpo in the prison.

"Let's do groceries," She tugs his lower sleeves, "Can we?"

"Well, I don't mind," Fugo shrugs, then starts walking with her still holding his sleeves. Since she's too shy for the physical contact and getting lost easily, she required to still hold onto the other. In this case, can be Abbacchio, Bucciarati, and Fugo. 

She always chooses to hold onto the green suit.

By the time they arrive, she insisted to go to the milk section. 

"This is the place I first time realized it that time we first going groceries together," She steps back from Fugo, holding onto her skirt tightly. She bit her lips to courage herself looking at Fugo.

"What is it?" Fugo frowns, "I don't understand, [y/n]."

"You said I was blushing a young red," 

"Yes? And you're blushing almost every single time especially around me," The confused blond replied, "Even now. Do you hate me?"

"Why would you think blushing is a form of showing hate? That's not it."

"I never saw someone blushing before," He defends, can't read where the conversation heading.

"Exactly!" She exclaimed, her first time raising tone in front of him, "Now look at those strawberry milk, what color they are?"

"Uh," Fugo glances at the wall of strawberry milk, "They're young red. They changed the color, didn't they? It was red."

"No, Fugo, they're always like that but we can't see it. Young red you refer to was actually called pink. Have you ever heard of that?"

"Yes, I read the book about color as years ago. The book said pink is a reflective color, but in the example, I can only see red."

"I can only see red too, until four months ago I joined the team," She said, more firm than she usually is, "I, I don't know how to tell it to you. I was hoping you can notice it but you're not saying anything."

Fugo doesn't answer immediately. He stares down at her whose still clenching on her skirt. Still thinking about what just happened.

"So," Fugo starts to speak, he can feel the heat on his cheeks, "We can now see the color of pink at the same time. [y/n], you're..,"

"You finally know," She covers her face, peeking at him through the gap between her fingers, "I'm so embarrassed right now. I, I can't even look at you properly all this time."

Fugo chuckles, then proceed to laugh while tears forming on his eyes. Shades of pink paint his cheeks. He pulls her hand to bring her close to his chest. Hugging her despite all the eyes on them.

"I'm sorry for not realizing it sooner, tesoro."