Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[40] heart attack.

Hi, hello 🍓💕 don't forget to wear a mask when you go outside 🍓🍓

This chapter was requested by Laviesshi 
Thanks for the cute prompt! Hope this will be enough 😔😔❤️

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"I'm home!" you announced your arrival to whoever is in the mansion. You just finished doing your errand with Abbacchio, and the said man had to go to another mission with Giorno and Narancia. That's why you had to go back alone.

In the common room, you find Mista sleeping on the couch. On the other couch, you see Fugo is reading another old looking book. A smile's spreading on your face as you ran to him.

You purposely sit beside him, in a way that your body squished to him. Head leaning to his shoulder, you asked playfully. "What are you reading, amore?"

"France revolution," he answered without skipping a beat. Not lifting his gaze from the book to even see your face.

"I see," you pouted even though he won't be able to see it. From the low side angle, you looked up to him through your eyelashes.

Fugo is handsome, and you'll fight anyone who says otherwise. His tall slightly muscular figure, slim waist, almost pale complexion, those jawlines, pretty eyes, everything is flawless as if God wanted him to be the most perfect human ever. Don't even get started with his brain. Fugo is the smartest person ever, a real genius. Also, he's polite and kind. There's just one more thing you're dying to see. Him being embarrassed. Other than a smile out of courtesy, angry at Narancia, and his usual everyday stoic cool face, he never shows any other than those.

Of course, you had attempted to see him flustered. Started by giving him nicknames, always cling to him, surprise hug whenever you can. Name it all, none of that worked. His response would be flat. Once, you gave him a matching necktie. He did wear it until now, but that was all. Will that make you surrender? Never.

"Do you need anything?"

"Huh?"

"You've been drilling hole into my skull." It's hard to ignore, was something Fugo wants to add.

"Oh?" You leaned forward to see him better. Your hands have taken a hold of his arm. "Am I bothering you, dolcezza? I will stop if you smile for me."

Fugo took a glance to see you were grinning at him. He proceeds to flick your forehead. Still with his plain flat profile. "No, go away."

"Aw, shucks. Fugo you big meanie!" Sulking, you pinched his cheek lightly. There's no reaction from him other than a yes. What is that even mean? "I'm going to my room. Don't blame me if you miss me once I leave."

"Sure," he replied. With that, you stomping all the way upstairs to your room. Once he can't hear your footsteps anymore, he sighed as he buried his face between the pages of the book. "Goddammit! Why is she so cute I can't handle it anymore!" He literally squealed. It was hard to not be too loud.

"I don't understand why are you trying so hard for," Mista mocked, he was never sleeping since the beginning. "But I do understand that you're an idiot."

Fugo lowers the book so he can glare at Mista. "Shut up, Mista," he hissed. The bright pink colors were still flushing all over his face. 

Fugo's first word in the morning was a curse. He has a mission with Bucciarati, and they must depart early in the morning. Bucciarati is waiting downstairs which makes Fugo more frustrated. He ran out of neckties. All his neckties are in the laundry basket. He has no choice but to go without wearing his necktie.

When he opened the door, you were also opening the door of your room. His room and yours are the opposite of each other. Fugo stunned when he sees your messy morning hair. If he can, he wants to scream how adorable you are.

"Buongiorno, Fugo!" Your smile was as lovely as ever. He managed to get a hold of himself while greeting you back in the process. "How are you today? Today too, you're handsome!"

"I see," Fugo answered, trying his best not to broke down yet.

"Wait, where's your necktie?"

"In the laundry. Today is no necktie day."

"No! I can't let you go without any necktie! Just a sec!" He didn't say anything when you go back to your room. It doesn't take long for you to return with a black necktie with white strawberry embroidery on it. It's your matching necktie with him. Fugo's is black with red strawberry embroidery. "Here, let me put it on for you."

"You don't have to, really," Fugo almost choked when you stepped in closer.

"I insist!" You started tying the necktie for him while humming. The whole time, Fugo decided it's best to not say anything just yet. "There you go!" His chest wants to explode when you patted his chest after done with the necktie. "Good luck on your mission, okay? I'll be waiting for you. Then we can go grab gelato." You said the whole time while fixing the hair covering his eyes.

Fugo nodded. "Grazie, [y/n]."

"Anything for you, Panna!" You beamed to him for the last time before parting him with a kiss on the back of his hand. Then you innocently leave for the bathroom.

Once you went behind the bathroom door, Fugo crouched down. Frustratedly, covering his tomato red face. His heart's pounding faster than ever. He's head over heels for you.

"See? You're an idiot." A familiar voice interrupted his moment.

Fugo narrowed his eyes angrily at Mista that has been, again, there since the beginning. His embarrassment is crystal clear. "Shut up!"