Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[31] summer, winter, and her.

If Fugo were to describe her, he would think of her as a summer. She's someone who rages in vigor, the kind who radiates energy to those around her. Wild & reckless. She's a figure who would never back down on anything. Always up for some adventure. One of the kindest people he ever met. While also the merciless. She fights for justice in this filthy world of the mafias. Pretty much just like Bucciarati.

He met her when Bucciarati sent him to a mission of extermination. The target was bunches of troublesome gangsters from Milan that dared to invoke Polpo's anger. The capo specifically asked for him and sent her as a backup. The mission went well and overall easy to do. Basically, just Fugo went rampage with Purple Haze and her with her stand ability to freeze people to death.

They quick to get well with each other after that. She was Polpo's newest recruitment. Fugo acknowledged her ambition and her way of thinking. She talked a lot, so Fugo usually ended up listening to her rants. While at an appropriate time, Fugo will lead the conversation. She then will come at him with a thousand questions that Fugo gladly answered.

Fugo and her then often go out together, whether it's for missions or not. Her existence eventually grew on the rest of the Bucciarati's members too. She was like a new member of the team while actually not officially. Still, her favorite person would be Fugo. And Fugo would be lying if he were to say he didn't like her at some point.

He still remembers her first smile to him. It was warm, just like how an old friend would do. Her smile never fails to make him smile too. Though, Fugo admits his smile will never get as dazzling as her. Her smile engraved within his heart without him knowing it. Since she would always be smiling. Even after killing, surrounded by ice blocks of humans, she would smile. Just enough to reassure Fugo that she's fine.

With her, Fugo feels like he can do anything. Her passion has infected him too. Suddenly, the world doesn't seem too bad. He now can look at things from different perspectives. He's still angry, but won't mourn over his past anymore.

She was everything Fugo need in his life. Someone who will stand by his side at the bitter and sour times, the only one who can yell at him when he lost it, the one who never judges him for it. She was fair. And a fresh breeze of air.

It was right on the hottest day of July, in the middle of summer, where she shines the most. He hasn't seen her for weeks. A month and a week if Fugo were to counts properly. There was no new mission with her, and somehow she stops coming to the restaurant where Bucciarati's team usually is. That was something very unusual for her. She would come at least once by two weeks the longest. It was then, where Fugo saw her standing by the port looking at the ocean.

Fugo, who was taking a stroll out of frustration after teaching Narancia, ran to her without a second thought. He called for her name with a mixed emotion of desperateness and relief. And dear God, when she turned around, Fugo can't think of anything. He was shivering. In a state pure of shock and fear.

Everything about her has changed. She was standing tall like no one can drag her down. Her eyes that would always glisten with warmth were dark as if she was looking at nothing but void. Those eyes are the kind of eyes who have seen everything. There was no emotion at all. Her lips were almost as pale as her skin. Those lips were sitting flat with no curve of smiles. Her face was stiff as if she never shows any other emotion her whole life. There was no color of soft pink blushing over her cheeks. The aura around her had changed. Fugo was cold even though the sun was blazing hot right on top of him. It was like she is incarnate of winter. The coldest, harsh winter.

"I was about to go to see you, Fugo," she said endearingly. Or it was supposed to be. Her voice was distant, flat, not even stranger would do that. Her facial expression doesn't change the slightest bit. She turned into a whole different person.