Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[52] bubbles.

Fugo mumbled under his breath as he entered the mansion. Disheveled wet hair, pale lips, he's drenching from the rain and trembling from the cold. Today has definitely been a shitty day for him. And now that he's finally alone, it somehow pissed him even more.

He marched further into the cold empty mansion. It's a given since everyone's busy except for him. He just finished his, where he had to go alone because of Purple Haze. The mission wasn't that hard anyway, and he didn't need unnecessary company. Though, it would be better if he could scold someone right now. Narancia would be perfect, and Mista. Or anyone, really.

Between the sound of the loud rain, he heard someone singing. Beautiful and clear. Fugo didn't think much to follow the voice up the second floor, to the bathroom, to see the owner of the voice. As if he's enchanted, he swung open the door, to find you drowning in bubbles. You were taking a bubble bath.

You turned around to see Fugo is standing with a hand still on the handle. It was quite a surprise for both of you.

"Welcome back, Fugo," you smiled at him, leaning to the side of the bathtub. It successfully wakes Fugo from his shock. "How was your mission? Though, it seems like I didn't have to ask. You had it rough, right? Is it raining outside?"

Fugo looked away instantly, try to hide his burning red face. "Um, sorry, [y/n]... I'm back. I'll-I'll leave now-"

"What, no-"

"Aaa, don't stand up!"

"But don't leave!"

"Why?!" he panted, locking eyes with you. His lips curled slightly into a pout as his eyebrows tucked together. "Why are you laughing? There's nothing funny here, [y/n]."

"Why don't you join me here, Fugo?" He's even more confused and flustered. It's amusing.

"W-What... Why should I do that..."

"Because you deserve it," you beamed, "you look terrible and extremely tense right now. Come here. I'll rub your back and wash your hair. How's that sound?"

That sounds great if Fugo were to admit loudly. He stared at you for some time, pretend to think hard when he's just embarrassed. You were always a cheery and touchy person, also kind and never judge. It should be okay but, should he really get in the bathtub with you?

"I don't bite."

Fugo blinked by the statement, discovering you were grinning from ear to ear. He smiled without noticing it.

"Okay, since you don't bite."

Minutes later, he's in the bathtub getting his back scrubbed by you. After rubbing his back with the sponge, you're giving him a light massage on the shoulders to the neck. He's humming in pleasure. This is exactly what he needed.

It's a pleasure for you too when he's more relaxed. "Do you want to talk? Anything? About your mission?"

"Um, not really..."

"That's fine too. Do you want me to sing?"

"Yes, please."

"Perfect."

You began singing, continuing from where you left off. While Fugo is closing his eyes, relishing your touch and your voice. He feels like floating on cloud nine. He didn't say anything, letting you proceed to wash his hair. It was surreal, even better than having you massaging his back. Having your fingers ran through his hair while massaging his scalp is heavenly. Just you and him, in the bathtub, together.

Your hand's tilting his head to the back to rinse away the soap from his head. Slowly, in rhyme with your song. When the song is over, you were also finished with washing his hair.

"And we're done!" you exclaimed, waking him up.

"Thank you, [y/n]." Fugo turned around slightly, not wanting to accidentally see your bare chest. While you think the other way.

"Are you not going to turn around?"

"Sometimes I wonder what goes inside your head, [y/n]," he retorted, "how can I face you in this situation? You even saw me..."

"You get in anyway." He's startled when you leaned forward to hug him. "We are just naked. What were you thinking?"

"Um, no-nothing."

"I see," you laughed, "but don't get me wrong. I'm like this because it's you. If Mista was the one who opens the door, I will force him to take the fourth slice of cake."

"That would make him cry for days," he replied in amusement.

"Anyway, do you have any plan after this Fugo?" He shook his head, making you hum. "Thought so. I have chilled strawberry milk and pudding in the fridge. Join me, will you?"

He didn't have to think about it. "I'll take the offer."

Fugo comes out of his room in his pajamas since you were asking him to wear it. Kind of weird for him considering it's only four in the evening. He did anyway, because of you. In the kitchen, he finds you also in your pajama, taking out the whole pudding from the fridge.

"Where did you get that massive pudding?" he asked as he sits on the chair you've been pulling out for him.

"It's an order made," you proudly explain, giving him a big glass of milk. "I was going to have this for me alone, but, now that you're here, my plan is better. I had a hard mission and wanted to relax, that's why bubble bath. And this pudding and milk."

"You're prepared. Thanks."

"Since I don't know when you're back and.. you didn't bring your phone with you. I was disappointed when I hear Abbacchio instead of you."

"My bad."

"Everything is alright now," you said, sitting across him with a smile. "Let's enjoy this feast! Cheers!"

"Cheers, [y/n]. Cheers to you."

Fugo took his time to listen to your story. The milk was nice and cold, and the pudding is soft. Much to his delight. He didn't feel irritated anymore, nor he wants to scold someone. He comes to realize that what he needed was a company. Just someone to spend time together.

"Why are you suddenly smiling like that?" You stopped talking midsentence. The question only made his smile wider.

"Nothing at all. I see you actually finished this pudding," he said, changing the subject. It worked.

"Of course! I'm content!"

"What's your plan after this?"

"Sleep early," you admitted, pointing your forefingers together. "I haven't had any good sleep, and I think I'm getting sleepy. You can do anything after this. I already forced you to take a bath with me."

Fugo stood up. "Sleep actually sounds good, just what I needed. Would you join me to sleep in my room?"

"I can?!"

"Yes."

"I'll take it!" you shouted, standing up, running to him. When he offered his hand, you gladly cling to him. "Hey, Fugo, next time, let's go to mission together. Then we can plan something like this again."

"Sounds perfect. Let's go together next time, [y/n]."