Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[32] comfort.

I wasn't feeling like myself for the past few days. A week almost, or more. I got lose the track of time. I write, write, and write. None of those I wrote are good in my eyes. I ended up deleting most of them because I hate it. Well, somehow, I start writing this. This becomes my comfort story.. and yes, Fugo is my comfort character. I hope all of you can enjoy this simple yet messy chapter.
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"Again?"

You didn't answer his question immediately. Fugo's staring at you, not at his scariest yet, examining you from up and down. He groaned in disapproval when he recognizes your swollen red lower lip. Not to mention the bruises and scratches along your arms. And your messy hair.

"Yes." It was more like a squeak. You feel bad for knocking on his door at you don't even know what time is it.

"Come in." Fugo swung the door open. After closing the door, he seated you on his bed. "Why don't you come sooner?"

"I don't want to bother-"

"You're not a bother, [y/n]." Fugo opened his drawer to get the small medic kit. He pulled his chair close to you to sit down facing you properly. His hands working fast to apply the medicine on the scratches, continuing to wrap them in bandages. "Next time, come to me immediately." His voice was normal, yet sharp to your heart. He didn't even look at you yet.

"Yes," you answered, shrinking between your shoulders. Looking at him nervously behind your lashes.

Fugo's eyes were raised as he finishes on the bandages. "You bite on your lip again," he exclaimed angrily. His right hand pressed on your left cheek and slipping his thumb between your lips then between your teeth.

His sudden action made you can't move. You can feel the heat washing over your face. Even when you moaned to him to let go, Fugo keeps the eye contact.

"Don't bite your lips again. Will you do that?" Fugo hummed in satisfaction when you nod furiously. He then let go of your face. "I'm serious, [y/n]. Don't do that again. When you feel the urge to do that, come to me."

"Yes," you whispered, fidgeting your fingers on your lap. "Thank you, Fugo."

"Sure." A smile forming on his face. You take it as he's not angry anymore. "It's better than being alone and hurt yourself. So, what do want to do?"

"Can I stay here just a bit.., longer, please?"

"Of course," he replied. Fugo stood up to drag his chair back to the desk. He stroked your hair. "I'm going to continue my reading. You can stay and sleep here."

He didn't have to wait for an answer to go back to his desk. For the umpteenth time, you watch his back in silence. Fugo was always kind to you, well, everyone is kind but he's different. He never questioned your anxiety or your other extreme behavior. Fugo never asks why. Instead, he's making sure you're not alone, tending all your injuries, and scolds you a bit because that's how he is.

This is probably the hundreds of times you come to him in the middle of the night. Though, it's not limited to night time only. You would tell him whenever you're getting overwhelmed, and he would bring you to a more private place. Eventually, the other members stop questioning and let Fugo take care of you.

It assures you, yet at the same time made you worried. Wondering if one day Fugo got tired of keep tending you while you never tell him anything. You moved your knees up the bed to hug it while lamentably still looking at him.

He's far too good for you.

"Fugo, aren't you tired of me?" The words slipped out your lips. You didn't mean to say it out loud but now you want to know what Fugo would answer. It would be a lie if your heart not thumping hard when Fugo turned around with a slight frown of confusion.

"I'm not."

"Really?"

"Why would I?" He stood up and made his way to sit beside you. "Do you feel like talking now?"

"I think?" you shrugged, resting your face to the side so you can see his face. "Will you listen to me?"

"Yes." He tucked your hair away.

"Well, um, I always think I'm not good enough. Especially in this.., world. Bucciarati saved me but I don't think I will ever return the favor properly. I'm weak. And you, you're always kind to me. You were always taking care of me. I feel horrible. I'm scared if you hate me one day..."

"I see." Fugo's lips forming into a soft smile. He goes to caressing your hair again. "This is the second time we talk like this. Let me tell you something, [y/n]. You were the one who saves me first. Remember I lashed on you on our first mission? You didn't say anything and instead pulled me into your arms. After that, you told me that everything will be okay. Since that, whenever I'm going blackout, you're there to make sure I'm okay and nobody hurt. You even start to hold my hand before I can go violent. You didn't realize it, do you? Judging from your face, you don't realize it." He broke a laugh. His hand stops on your redden cheek.

You lifted your face, gasping in confusion. "I don't think I did that much."

"See? You lack confidence." He pinched your cheek lightly. "You're a strong person [y/n] and the kindest too. You put others before yourself. It's not a bad thing, and at the same time not a good thing too. I understand that we have our own problem that others seem to can't fully understand. Yet we can understand each other. So I let myself loose around you. Let you taking care of me when I can't. And I hope you can be free around me and let me take care of you when you can't. Does that sounds fair enough for you?"

You want to answer him with all your might. Yet the voice won't come out. Your tears speak on your behalf. They were streaming fast. Only to get rubbed out by Fugo's thumbs that now on your cheeks.

"You can cry more. You've been holding back since forever." He pulled you into his arms. Embracing you so that you can lean and cry to his chest. So the tears will end up on his shirt.

With that, you cried your heart out. Wrapping your arms around him, grabbing his shirt to ease your trembling. He didn't say anything until you're done with your cry.

"Thank you, Fugo. Thank you.. I.., I can't thank you enough. I, I," you sobbed as you already broke the hug, but you keep stutters it upset you. You tugged on his sleeves.

"It should be my line, [y/n]. Thank you for accepting me for who I am. You don't have to thank me every time." That was probably the smile that Fugo never shows to others. And it was the most beautiful smile you ever saw.

"Yes, okay." Without you know it, that was your most beautiful smile in Fugo's eyes.

Fugo erased the tears left on your eyes. "You must be exhausted. You can sleep here if you want."

The answer you gave him was a mere sheepish nod.

That night become one of your best sleep time. In Fugo's room, on his bed, in his arms for the rest of the night. Just two ordinary people who lost their way, find each other and live together.