Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[36] home.

Hi, this is MatoMasaharu!
This chapter was requested by SenkusWifey0942
Thank you for requesting me. I was having too much fun writing this! 😭❤️I hope this story is up to your expectations... I'm nervous since this is my first request. Okay, please enjoy 🍓

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You woke up early in the morning to find the other side of your bed was already empty. The owner of the other side of the bed must be gone to a mission already. Being the trusted man of a mafia boss was never easy. Even you remember that you had a meeting at lunch.

A light groan escaped your lips as you rise while covering them. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, a little bit nauseous. It must be those octopuses you had last night as dinner. You always hated them yet couldn't resist because the octopus salad Giorno had two days ago smelled good. Now, you kind of regret the impulsive decision.

Slightly shaky, you made your way to the bathroom. The complexion of your face has gone paler. Even your lips looked terrible.

"This is not good," you mumbled. Decided to take a quick warm bath and apply makeup you rarely use. Your lover doesn't like it when you use them. He said you're already an angel, and according to him, the kiss tastes better without the lipstick.

When you went downstairs, you find there was a plate of waffles waiting for you. Two waffles with fresh strawberries and cream. Also, a short note on a paper.

'Buongiorno, tesoro. I'm sorry I had to go without waking you up first. You looked tired, and I won't dare to wake you. Please get some rest if you're feeling unwell. Give me a call. I made you breakfast, too. Please eat them up, okay? I'll be back for dinner. Ti amo.

Yours.'

The warm breakfast and note made you better. It feels like you can definitely go through the day now. You pinned the note on the wall along with his other notes and yours. It becomes the wall of love notes. 

"I thought you're not going to come today." The confused look you gave him was enough for Giorno to continue. "Please sit down first, [y/n]. Fugo said that you don't look well and asking me to give you days off. Here I am judging from your eyes, you do look sick. Is everything okay?"

"Panna did?" You crossed your legs, sitting comfortably on the couch of Giorno's working room. "It's true that I feel a little weird this morning. But, look, I'm fine. There's no need to worry."

"Alright," Giorno said. He then gave you a more serious look. The palms of his hands clasped together. "Do you feel anything strange going on around you? Like someone's watching you?"

"What do you mean?"

"My Gold Experience's picking up other presence beside us when you enter the room. I'm not sure yet."

"I don't think I'm being followed," you stated firmly. "You know that I was the hunter of the team. How can I not know being followed?"

"Well, please be careful. We would hate it if something happens to you." Giorno waved a hand as you stand up, ready to go out again.

"I will, Giogio," you smirked with the key of your bike spinning on your finger. "I'm going to patrol then go to the meeting."

Giorno didn't say anything again until you left the room. Gold Experience Requiem manifested as soon as the door closed. The gold stand was telling Giorno something.

"Do you think I should tell them?"

"No," Gold Experience Requiem replied solemnly. "It's wise to let them know for themselves. Still, we must warn the man."