Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[53] butterflies.

Hi, how is everyone doing?
I'm experimenting with something.
I don't know exactly what to feel but I'm quite pleased with how this one turned out.

This is femaleFugo with reader and you know the 'reader' I use is also female. So, yeah, this is female x female. Just skip if you're uncomfortable.. don't say anything. I don't need any more negativity in my life. Please. I beg you. 
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"I know what you're going to say and I don't like it," you tell her with annoyance stirring your voice. Fugo squint at you, showing you that she doesn't care at all about your discomfort. The tension keeps building as none of you refuse to look away from each other.

Fugo eyes darken in anger, her hands clenching together. She leans forward until there's no space between their face. They're both glaring.

"Take off your jacket," she commands firmly.

"No."

"[y/n] [l/n]-"

"No!"

"I can't treat your wounds if you're still wearing your blood soaking jacket!"

Your lips are curling into a pout while she's clicking her tongue after yelling just now. "But it's embarrassing to undress in front of you..."

"What?" Fugo's eyebrows are scrunching even hard, lips parted, a disgusted face only for you. "We're both women. And you always snuggled under my blanket every damn night. If you're not undressing now, I'll take personally take off your clothes in a way you'll regret it because you'll keep bleeding and you won't see me anymore. You're as good as dead."

"How cruel!" you exclaim then wincing, wanting to stand up but the sharp pain taking over even in the slightest motion. When you look up, Fugo is smiling with dark shades over her face.

"At least you can help me take off my clothes..."

"Very well."

Fugo's kneeling in front of you, helping you take off your jacket without saying a word. In that brief sweet pain moment, once again, you're admiring her beauty. Pannacotta Fugo is definitely the most attractive girl you ever met in your life. A white, almost pale skin, a slender and tall figure, long honey blonde hair, thin lips, and behind those long eyelashes are beautiful violet eyes. Don't even mention how smart she is, because unlike you, she has brain. Despite her anger, she's always kind and adorable. Though sometimes you're not sure whether you have to be angry or not on her revealing clothes. So many skins, it's good, but so many eyes are also latching to them.

"Hmm, I think it's not that deep." Her mumbling is calling you back to earth. When you look down, Fugo is lifting your shirt, revealing the stab wound you received. "We can make it to the hospital. Rejoice, [y/n], this is not your time to die just yet. The hospital is fifteen minutes away, but I'm sure you'll manage."

"Thank God, I will look ugly if I pass out now," you joke, she only hum in response. She's taking off her jacket. "Um, Panna?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you seducing me-"

"You dumbass," she spat, tying around her jacket around your stomach to suppress the blood. "This will buy us time. Your jacket is done for. Come on, we must waste no time."

You let yourself get carried by her to the car without many words. Truth to be kept, you honestly think you can't make it. It hurts like hell and you're as dizzy as Fugo when teaching you or Narancia. What hurts, even more, is that Fugo knows everything. You notice she's been biting her lower lip the whole time, the thing she unconsciously does whenever she's in distress. She lied just like how you're lying to her.

"[y/n], hang in there, please."

You blink in confusion, suddenly finding yourself already seated in the car. Tilting your head to the side, Fugo is also ready in the steering seat.

"Oh, hey," you chuckle, "have we left already?"

"Yes."

"Really? I can't tell at all."

"Stop talking, [y/n]. I can't deal with your bullshit right now."

"How rude, you're the one who's bullshitting your way to me," you reply, looking to her. "Look at me, Pannacotta, I have something to tell you."

"What is it!"

"I can't let everyone in the hospital looking at you only in your bra. That's supposed to be my privilege only."

Fugo doesn't know what to answer. Especially when you're passed out right after finishing your sentence with a smile. So, she stays silent, bearing the horror alone.

The white ceiling, the strong odor of medicine, and a loud call from Fugo are what you have woken up to. On your side, Fugo is wiping her tears away. She smiles.

"I see you woke up, dumbass. Took you long enough."

"How cruel, Panna. I just woke up and you're calling me a dumbass. I'm hurt," you reply in a wide smile. "How long was it? It can't be that long-"

"A whole day. It was yesterday," Fugo cuts in, folding her arms in defense. "I expected better from you."

"I'm sorry, Panna. It's against my own will. Hey, look at me- don't look away-"

"Shut up." Her voice turns into a low rumble.

"I still can ask where's everyone though?"

"Bruno and Narancia have a mission together. Abbacchio and Mista are patrolling and should be back here any minute."

"Are you mad at me?" Fugo has her gaze back to you, after a while she sighing.

"No."

"Are you mad at yourself? ...judging by how passionately you're staring at me, I must be right," you grin, gaining more angry gesture from her.

"Of course, I'm mad at myself!" Fugo yells, holding back at the end of the sentence. "I can't protect you at all. I'm so useless. And I almost lost you. Everything could've gone wrong! Stop with that stupid grin!"

You keep grinning, despite her panting heavily and on the verge of tears. "Listen to me, Pannacotta. Focus on me. Do you see me? Yeah, I'm here! You gave me the first treatment and brought me to the hospital as fast as you can. You even sacrificing your sleep time last night to stay with me here. Ah, no, no, don't make that face, you're still beautiful. You acted quick and kind. Because of you, I'm here. Everything could've gone wrong, but you made it right."

"How come those words come from a dumbass like you," she sniffles, tears are streaming down. Fugo has her hands clenching on her lap, looking down in distress.

"I may have no brain but can confirm I still have a heart."

"I can see that," she sniffles again, but now she can smile again. You're content with that.

"Now, can you help me sit down?"

"Don't push yourself, [y/n]. You're still recovering." She said that and still helping you to sit down. She flinches when you're grimacing in pain. "You should've just laying down!"

"It's not the wound pain," you say to reassure her. With a wink, you continue. "It's the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around whenever I see you."

Fugo can't help but laugh. She pokes on your wound, "Maybe we should let them out."