Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[46] gravity.

"What do you think, Fugo?"

"It wouldn't be wise for you to neglect your sleep schedule just for reading books like me."

"Aw, I think I could finish this tonight."

Fugo couldn't contain his smile looking at her cute little pout. He took the book away from her hands. "Go to bed, [y/n]. We have an important mission tomorrow."

"And so are you!"

"Well, yes, but I'm used to staying up late," he remarked, gently caressing her hair to assure the stubborn girl. "Don't worry. I'll still go to sleep and will be perfect in the morning."

"You're always saying that. I'm worried about you, you now?"

Along with her worried face, Fugo could hear his heart tearing apart. Throat strangled, eyes narrowed, he almost in tears when she went to cup his face. The moment she got so close, he wanted the time to stop even only for a second. He has to collect himself.

"I know," he smiled, as perfect as he can. Fugo took hostage of her hands. They were warm. "Thank you, [y/n]. Now, please, go to sleep. Look at your eyes." They're tired." Beautiful.

"Okay, okay. I don't want to make you worry about me. I'll wake you up in the morning. Good night, Fugo."

Fugo closed his eyes while her embracing him into her arms. Just a little tighter, he returned the hug. For the seconds the hug lasts, he feels alive. Nothing hurts anymore.

"Good night, [y/n]."

[y/n] had already left to her room. Leaving Fugo alone in the deafening silence of the common room at midnight. There he sat, the book has been set aside, doing nothing but contemplating life.

Pannacotta Fugo, known for his geniuses and the user of a deadly stand. No one dared to mess up with him because of his temper. Even among the elitist in the organization, Fugo is famous because of those things. In the gang, he's also the second in command and the strategist. He has lots of things to do every single day.  The responsibilities he carries on his shoulders was never easy.

The pressures and expectations are tearing him apart. Though he knows he shouldn't think that way, he couldn't help himself. As his past keeps haunting him along the way. And he almost loses his way every time. 

Fugo took a deep breath as long as he could. Leaning to the couch, he tried to get a grip on himself. Breaking down in the common room is a bad idea. Yet he has no strength left. His mind has devoured everything of him. The ceilings seem to be blurred, unfocused. The tingling sensation he feels all over his body drained him. Just like his mind, he feels like floating around relentlessly. 

His mind eventually made his way of thinking about [y/n]. The only girl in the gang, and recently has become the light of his life. Fugo unconsciously smiled, not the happy one, but the sour desperate one. It took time for him to realizes his feeling for her. She was always kind, bright, the center of the attention. And her warmth melts him. She never judged him, never pushed him away, gladly took the damage whenever he went blackout. How could he not fall for someone like her? It's just that Fugo knows she will never like him back. If she knows the real him, realize how pathetic he is, she must be shocked. 

He's so lost and nothing is holding him back.

"Fugo, hey, wake up! Fugo!"

Fugo frowned his brow as he hears someone was calling his name. It sounds familiar, ringing beautifully in his ears. Calming, just like her voice. He wanted more.

"[y/n]..," he muttered, eyes slightly open. His hand caught something.

"Yes, Fugo?"

He jolted with wide eyes staring at the figure beside him. There's [y/n], looking at him with such worries all over her face. Fugo raised his hand to see that the thing he caught earlier was her hand.

"You fell asleep on the couch," she said, breath heavy, eyes glazed. "I should've stayed with you."

"Oh, no, [y/n], please!" Fugo gulped his saliva, it tastes bitter. Especially seeing her almost crying face like this. He clasped his palm with hers. "I'm sorry, guess I was too tired."

"Then I should've persuaded you to go to bed."

Fugo bites down his lower lip in guilt. "I'm completely fine by sleeping here. By the way, what are you doing here? Isn't it still too early to be up? It's still dark outside, [y/n]."

"I couldn't sleep," [y/n] sighed, fidgeting her hand against his. She looked up to him right in the eyes, making Fugo anxious. "You see, it's still four in the morning. I recommend you to go to bed now and I'll wake you up for breakfast."

"I don't think I could go to sleep again," he replied, almost as quiet as a whispering. It reached her nevertheless.

"Alright," she smiled endearingly. The cheeks of her turned into a soft rosy color. Slightly messy hair, thoughtful eyes, she's the center of his attention. "Would you like coffee while waiting for the sunrise?"

He blinked once, taken aback that he's sinking to the back.

"Well?"

"Ah, yes, thank you."

"Wait for me here."

She ran to the kitchen, leaving Fugo speechless by her gentle demeanor. As her back is disappearing from his sight, the lifelessness got to him again. Every time he left alone or just without her in general, he's done for. No words can describe how he wanted to cry. Or how he wanted to yell his pain.

With her, Fugo would feel alive more than he is. She would hold him, ease him that everything would be okay. It's just that Fugo never believes he deserves such affection from her. It's too much of a waste. Someone like him didn't deserve anything. That's what Fugo knows for sure inside his heart.

[y/n]'s back with two mugs of coffee in her hands. Along with those charming fluffy smile and soft voice calling his name over. She sat beside him, giving his mug of coffee.

"Be careful. It's hot."

"Thank you, [y/n]," Fugo smiled back, faint but genuinely warm. It doesn't feel hurt anymore. The coffee was pleasantly bitter.

"Don't mention it," [y/n] said after taking a sip, putting the mug on the table next to Fugo's mug. "Hey, Fugo."

"Yes?"

"It must have been hard for you, right?"

"What.. do you mean?"

[y/n] pulled Fugo into her arms, embracing him. She should've done this a long time ago. But it's okay, nothing is too late. "I'm sorry it took me forever to say this to you. You can rest as much as you want. You don't have to worry about anything anymore. You have me."

Keeping his breath shallow and soft, Fugo tried his best not to cry out. Trembling, he slowly hugged back [y/n]. "So you know how miserable I am. Why are you so kind to me?"

"Because you deserve it. You worked hard all the time. You did your best. You keep everything to yourself when you don't have to. And I love you for it. Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for being here, Fugo."

"I love you too." He didn't mean to say it just yet. Yet the words flowing out of his lips, out of his deepest feeling he's been hiding. Maybe this is the time to confess. Or maybe not. Whichever it is, the secret has been told. He shall regret nothing.

[y/n] laughed, happy and full of joy. "Let's keep it like this a little bit longer."