𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 - fugio fanfic

chapter six

giorno giovanna;;

my eyes began to flutter open as i woke up. i rubbed my eyes and looked at my surroundings and then my night stand that had my alarm clock on it.

5:12 am.

goodness, it was early. but i usually woke up around 6 and i have trouble going back to sleep once waking up. i'll just entertain myself til then.

i turned a lamp on and grabbed a book from the night stand. when my mother was around, i saw her read this book alot and i just happened to find it last week, so, i'd like to see what's so great about it.

suddenly, a rustle like noise came from my window. i turned to only see a tree, but, one of the branches were moving. i assume there was a squirrel there.

i stood up and walked over to the window and opened it.

"well, good morning, mister squirrel. or miss. or whatever you desire to identify as." i welcomed the animal.

i couldn't quite see it, but, the branch continued moving a bit.

then, i heard mumbling?

"fucking..hell, shit ass..."

my, this 'squirrel' has a very colorful mouth.

i cleared my throat, "hello?"

suddenly, the creature accidentally revealed itself. "fuck! g-giorno! hi!" it was fugo!?

i gasped, "pannacotta!? you're the squirrel!?"

he furrowed his brows, "what? no? j-just, can i come in...for a second."
he tried to balance himself on a branch and had his arms out for me to grab on, but, he quickly slipped. luckily, i grabbed him in time and hoisted him up and brought him into my room.

he caught his breath for a moment and then made eye contact with me.

"giorno, i can't go back to school." he spoke. i raised a brow, "why is that?"

"well, i got kicked out of my house and now im living with narancia. im too scared to go back to school cause.. w-what if they find out that im with narancia and try to take me back home? or they punish me terribly cause of the lunch lady thing! it's all just so.. it's crazy.. i don't know what to do. i-im scared, giorno."

i could tell pannacotta would bring a different side to him when around me. it sounds wrong and creepy, but, i've observed him for years and i know how he acts around his friends. around me, it's different. it's a side of him that many people don't know.

i reach for his hands and hold them, they're shaky.

"you're a very anxious person, aren't you, pannacotta?" i questioned.

i looked at him, he looked nervous but seemed to calm down the slightest bit.

"i..uh- i-" he couldn't seemed to get his words out.

i noticed his breathing was rapid, it was the kind of breathing that you get before a nervous breakdown. i let go of one hand and put one of his hands on my chest.

"match your breathing with mine. yours is rapid, pannacotta."

his face was extremely red, but, i refused to bring it up. it could be apart of his anxiety.

finally, his breathing seemed to calm down. it wasn't his normal breathing pattern, but, it was much better.

i let go of his hand, "i understand your worry, pannacotta, i do. but, it'll all be alright. you can still get your education and such. we'll just figure out a way to do so while you aren't attending school." i tapped a finger on my chin.