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Distraction [Pannacotta Fugo]

Warning: none

Requested by: Yoshikage_Kira33

This is how my brain actually works. Yes, it does think of Fugo 24/7. I'd die for him.

also red/silver Fugo supremacy

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There you were, sitting on the table, a page in front of you. On your right side was your good friend Fugo and next to him your best friend Narancia. Across from you was Abbacchio and Mista. Abbacchio was given the mini mission to keep you all in line, as not to disturb the others. All of you knew that by that Bruno meant to keep Fugo at bay so he wouldn't lose his temper once again in such a public place.

From your observation Abbacchio couldn't care less. He was reading something and sipping his tea seemingly wanting nothing to do with the lot of you. And on top of that he had his headphones on! Now if the narrator was there, they would've flicked the man at the back of his head and told him not to be such a moody bitch, but sadly that didn't happen.

Next to Abbacchio was Mista who was reading something as well. You were glad he wasn't looking your way or he would've gone ape-shit: Narancia was trying to solve an equation with a bunch of fours in it. That made you remember you had to do yours as well!

Ripping your gaze from your teammates you looked down towards your paper. The same dumb equation stood there unsolved. Sure, Fugo was a great teacher, you, just like Narancia, was genuinely grateful that he had agreed on teaching you this stuff. It was embarrassing for you not to know such simple stuff, really. But sometimes, you felt so dumb that nothing could help your case.

'ok,' you thought to yourself 'everything will be ok! You just have to remember the multiplication table.' You tapped your pencil on the table lightly. 25*68. This couldn't be that hard could it? Your mind traveled back to the time when Fugo thought you how to multiply. It wasn't that hard. You just had to multiply 5 to 8. You remembered Fugo going over that you should always start with the later ones.

You also could very well remember his face. Mmh yes, his face. You still remembered the expressions he made while explaining to you. How his face was calm, his eyes staring at you as if to ask if you understand. He would point at various examples, going over them in detail for you to listen to. You could listen to his velvet voice all day long and you wouldn't get tired of it. Sure, you didn't understand, nor care enough to remember how to use basic math, but you certainly enjoyed Fugo teaching you. You always made sure to have questions – if you had questions for him to answer to, you'd get more time with him. Not only that but sometimes he'd come really close to you, bend over your paper and start explaining it privately. That was your favorite. When he got all close and personal to you. You couldn't help but blush when that happened. You could see his purple eyes better, his seemingly soft and perfect skin; his red lips; his silver, silky hair; sometimes if you were lucky, you'd get to see a bit below the holes of his suit-

"(Y/N) I hope you're thinking about math." Fugo's voice made your wild thoughts come to a stop. Oh right. The equation.

Ok, this isn't hard. Focus on the equation. Five times eight. Its forty! You wrote down the first answer. Ok time for the second one... what was it now? two times eight? Or was it five times six? UGH! It had to be one of those right? You decided it was five times six. You wrote down thirty. Ok, you were getting the hang of it! As long as you didn't think about Fugo and focused on the math it was alright! Why would you even think of the handsome boy? It wasn't like you have a crush on him or anything!

He was just teaching you, its normal to think about him. How otherwise would you remember the stuff he talks about in your lessons? Thinking about Pannacotta Fugo was totally normal and alright and it was certainly not because you had a crush on him! It was just something natural, yes. Perhaps looking at him as well would boost your memory as well, bringing out every bit of knowledge he gave you.