Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[63] love words.

Hi, how is everyone doing today?
Please have this Fugo contemplating about love, again
I managed to write this in the littlest time I have-
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"I'm happy that you're here."

She tilted her head to her left side, slightly frowning before finally smiling. Such a tender warm smile and pinkish cheeks. It seems like the blush is contagious. "Why, thank you, Fugo."

"O-okay," he stutters, throat's dry from embarrassment. There he stood still not knowing what to say after his sudden unplanned little confession he's been thinking all night. "That's all I wanted to tell you..."

"Sure. I'm happy you've become more comfortable as yourself." Fugo nodded quietly to her words. "Take a seat, I'll fix you breakfast. Do you want coffee or juice?"

"Coffee.., please." Fugo took a seat, his usual seat at the dining table. Hand supporting his face, he finds himself watching her again. Heart still thumping fast to his skin. All because of her and her only.

He's been pondering by himself for weeks about his feeling for her. It may be admiration or it could be love instead, Fugo took note because he didn't know what love a certain person look like or feels like. Several experiments were taken and the results weren't disappointing. If Fugo were to love someone, she's the one.

Now that he knows his feeling for her, other questions arise. Should he tell her? Does she even share the same feeling? Rejection doesn't matter for him, he knows it must be hurt but he doesn't want to keep his hope far too high. If he does get rejected he's sure he could never recover. That aside, how should he tell her?

His eyes flicker to her as she's coming with a cup of coffee in her hands. Fugo straightens his back with a soft thank you left his mouth. When she's smiling that brightly so early in the morning, Fugo can't help but smile too. The sun must be jealous of her is the only unlogic thing Fugo will believe.

Fugo not wasting any time to take a sip of his coffee, he's used to the heat after years of drinking coffee. Though nowadays he's more than happy to drink the coffee she made. It may sound unpredictable coming from him but love indeed made everything taste better.

Back to the topic, he has discarded the idea of telling her directly. As much as he loves her, she's one with flaws, though he won't say it that way. She's famous for being oblivious, often unaware of things going on around her. Thus making her go into a mission with Narancia and Mista alone will result in accidents here and there. The mission will not fail though, he loves her for her quick thinking once she grasps the situation better. She's like a cute little bunny.

What Fugo avoided telling her directly is that she will mistake his love for something else and he couldn't explain properly. How is he supposed to explain love anyway? It's far too abstract even for him. So, he tried the other way around. Rather than just the kind gesture, Fugo braves himself to also telling her about his feelings little by little. Not only you could, perhaps magically, understand him, he also has the time to put in more courage to confess. This whole plan so far has been quite the heart marathon for him.

"I made toast sandwiches," she announces with a hum, placing one big plate with sandwiches that have been cut into bite pieces. She sat in front of him with a cup of tea in her other hand. "I made too much since I forgot today is a day off and everyone probably still sleeping. So I made it like this."

She looks at him with faint guilty on her face, lowering her face that Fugo can only look at her eyes. If it's not for her calling him from his obliviousness, Fugo will once again be trapped inside his mind. Fugo smiles, hiding his embarrassment instantly.

"It's alright. Thank you, [y/n]. Your cooking is always delicious."

Her face lights up with a smile of parted lips, "What should I do? Receiving compliments from you all the time is embarrassing."

"You didn't like it?"

"No, I really like it!"

"Is that so?" Fugo works so hard to not smile and grin but he smiles and grins. "I do mean everything I say to you. Please accept them honestly," he adds, put a bite into his mouth before he becomes a smiling mess. In the end, it's hard to chew with his jaw feels funny.

"I actually love-Fugo are you okay!?"

Fugo was swallowing his food when he heard the word love out of her. Resulting in him choking and coughing rather embarrassingly. The pain doesn't worth the cringe he got.

"Here's water!" She rushed to fetch a glass of water and made her way to him. Fugo wasn't sure if he should feel happy or humiliated when she rubs his back as he drinks like a mad man. "Are you okay?"

"Ye-yeah." Fugo wiped his mouth, staring at her so close to him their face almost touching. "Thank.. thank you."

"That surprised me," she replies and back to her seat. "Be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry about me," Fugo sigh, changingthe subject to the previous conversation he failed to listen to. "What were you try to say earlier?"

"I really love it when you compliment me. It makes me happy!" 

"O-Oh.., is that so?" He clears his throat, taking another sip of his coffee. "If you're happy then it's more than enough for me."

"Yes!" exclaims her, taking a sip of her almost cold tea. She holds her cup with two hands, having it high still as she's watching Fugo enjoying his breakfast. In her mind, she repeats the same thing over and over.

How should I tell him?