Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[43] happy ending.

Hi, it's me MatoMasaharu 
Here's one more angst before I'm taking my break from writing 
I'll come back again as soon as possible, maybe I can write while sacrificing my sleep time-

Anyway, this chapter may or may not contains spoilers from Purple Haze Feedback. If you haven't read it, seriously, read PHF, like, NOW. If you have read it, good for you, such an amazing story right 😔❤️ 
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Giorno Giovanna didn't say anything for the whole thirty minutes. He sat on his desk, leaning forward where his hands folding on the table. The air around him was heavy, intense. There was only seriousness in his eyes.

Right before him were his two loyal friends, Guido Mista and [y/n] [l/n]. They were waiting patiently for their boss's next words. No one dared to talk just yet. Even if Giorno were to keep silent for the next hour, they will probably stay still.

"That will be it from me." Giorno finally spoke. Mista and [y/n] were holding their breath when the boss continued. "I'll do it myself. Any objections? [y/n]?"

The only girl in the room, [y/n], choked on her throat. Giorno was looking straight into her eyes. She took a deep breath before answering. Without fail, in such firmness, she answered. "If you said so, that must be for the best of us. I have no objections but one request. I wish to do it myself."

Giorno's and Mista's eyes went wide by her words. The silence resumed for minutes. [y/n] can hear her own heartbeat in the meantime.

"Are you sure?"

[y/n] nodded to Giorno. She was returning the hard stare Giorno been giving to her. Nothing can hold her back right now. "If anyone must do it, it has to be me."

"Very well," Giorno agreed. "I'll send you with Mista as your escort. You might need him."

"Perfect."

Mista didn't dare to say anything. Giorno didn't pry any further into her business. And [y/n] has already made up her mind.

"I can drive," Mista offered. He's a bit worried about his friend who has been quiet since they left the mansion. They're now on their way to Milan. To see an old comrade.

"It's only been one hour Mista," [y/n] chuckled, giving Mista a hint that she's doing okay. "Besides, I miss driving."

"You just got to drive, you know?"

"I learn from the best teacher."

Mista hummed as respond. He leaned to the side with cheek resting on his palm. Rather than the road, he's looking at [y/n]. The girl looked as calm as ever as if nothing happened. Deep down, Mista knows what's going on in her mind. Pretty much messy, just like him. Even Giorno, it must have been hard.

"What is it, Mista?"

"What?"

"You've been staring. Are you okay?"

Mista's fist clenched when [y/n] turned to him with her soft tender smile. He's feeling conflicted. "This is for the best, isn't it, [y/n]?"

"This is for the best, Mista," she answered firmly before back to focus on the road. "We will never know what could be in the future. What he's afraid of was death, and we were fighting death. Giorno returned the favor by being rational to him. I very much agree with Giorno. Would that enough to answer you?"

"Yeah." It sounded desperate. "You two are really strong. I wasn't thinking much about him since Venezia, like, I don't care much. Now that we have to do this, I feel a little, um, scared?"