Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[47] liar.

When it comes to love, Fugo absolutely knows nothing. He spent his childhood not receiving any affection from his parents, abused by his teacher back in college, turning him into a mess of angry teenager. It doesn't bug him at all. He receives enough attention from Bucciarati and his teammates. Surrounded by friends, something that was missing from his life before, everything is alright now.

Well, it was like that. Recently, Fugo has been wondering, asking himself questions, doubting his own hypothesis. That one word was surprisingly hard to understand. It irritates him so much. He was never the type to bother, but he's dying to know.

So, he began to ask his teammates.

"Love is when you show someone you care for them. It could be from the smallest thing like greeting them early in the morning, fixing them breakfast, asking if you're alright." That was Bucciarati's response. Simple and neat.

"Why are you asking me? Well, I guess I can answer it for you though I don't care. Love is when you want to marry someone. Is that enough?" It was Abbacchio's answer, very simple.

Mista was straightforward. "It's all about the touchy-feely, alright? Listen, when you love someone, you want to hold them, kiss them, hug them, do them, then hold them, then cuddling-"

"What is love?" Narancia's answer was surprisingly not stupid. "Love is when you want them to be happy! You want them to be the happiest person in the world! Why? Because when you're in love, you're the happiest person!"

"I'm not sure if I'm able to answer you the way you expected it but, I think love is when you really care for them. You show them affection, verbally, and physically. Also, you just want to spend time with them." Giorno's answer was somehow the generic results of the other's responses.

Fugo took note of everything inside his head. He remembers everything and able to confirms one thing after days and nights of thinking. Still, it doesn't hurt to ask one more. Asking a girl would be perfect.

"What is love?" You were chilling on the balcony with a cup of tea on a beautiful Sunday morning when Fugo comes with his question. It caught you off guard since he's the last person you think would ask something vague such as love. Though, you're more than happy to answer. You have so much love to give, especially to him. "Well, you sit down first."

"Alright." Fugo shyly sits down in front of you. "I'm sorry for the sudden question. I just-"

"Shh, it's okay," you smiled, taking another sip before continuing. "As you already know, there's no real definition of love. It varied from person to person."

"That's why I've been asking everyone," he responded, fidgeting his fingers. "I think I understand.. more or less."

"And now you wanted to hear mine, right?" Fugo nodded, slowly while eyes still fixed on you. "First, there are many kinds of love. There's family kind of love, friend kind of love, and the love of your life. Which one you wanted to know?"

Fugo tensed up, hands clenched on his lap. "All of them? Please?"

His answer made you giggled a little. "Well, you see, family and friends are pretty similar. Like our team, we are family as well as friends. I care for all of you. I want all of you to be safe & sound after missions. I want all of you to be happy."

"I do get it right on that one," he interrupted, a smile spreading thinly across his cheeks. He looked so proud of himself.

"Of course!" you exclaimed, proud of him as well. "Now, the last kind of love. I like to call it the love of your life, like a soulmate if you will."

"Ah, yes, that one, yes," he flustered, become a fluff ball of a mess. The man is clearly in love.

"When you love someone, it's all about I said earlier," you began, "You can't stop thinking about them. You want to know everything about them. You want them to be always safe and happy. You want to be with them all the time. You want to hold their hand. No matter what, you want to put them first before yourself. Do you get my point?"

"Then, if I feel all of it, am I in love?"

"Yes."

His smile puffed in red, "Thank you, [y/n]. This is really complicated, but now I'm sure of it. Though, this has been embarrassing."

"No need to be embarrassed when you're in love," you replied calmly, left hand clenched on your lap. "After all, I can understand what it's like to love someone."

"What? You love someone?" he gasped, completely shocked. "Who?"

"Yes," you laugh it off. "I can't tell you, unfortunately. This is a little secret between me, myself, and I. But you're readable, it's the girl in the restaurant, right?"

"How-How do you know?" he squealed, shrinking even more when you grin at him.

"Everyone knows, Fugo. You've been skipping meals in the mansion just to eat there so you can see her. Like now, you're as red as your jacket every time you see her or think of her. You're bad at lying."

"How embarrassing of me," he admitted, then he looked up to you again with a satisfied smile. "Thank you again, [y/n]. I think I'll confess to her soon." He stood up, ready to leave. "I hope you can tell the person you love too."

"I'll see what I can. Good luck, Fugo" you replied as he leaves. Leaving you alone with silence of your thoughts. Your trembling hand went to lift the cup, you smiled holding back the tears forming up, your reflection on the tea was terrible. Hoping no one will hear you, you whisper to yourself.

"I'm fine."

I love you.