Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[64] Pannacotta: pain.

Hi, how is everyone doing?
I hope everyone is doing well.

You might or might not notice that the title format is different than how it usually is. This chapter is a little bit different and please let me explain why.

This chapter is the first part of my Vento Aureo: Weakness series. This series will have six chapters, so it means one chapter for one character. As you can see from the name, this series will show the weaknesses of each member of team Bucciarati. I think about this series myself so I hope everyone can enjoy it.

Now, you might realize that this book is for Fugo only, ..so where is the rest of the series? This series will be the start of my new book of Vento Aureo x Reader. I finally feel like I can write for the rest of the gang and brave myself to make the new book. Go check it if you love the rest of the team or even if you're just curious how I write them. 

Thank you!
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To gain Fugo's trust, it takes blood, sweat, and tears. It's alright for you now that he accepts your sincere feeling. And you got what you want. A friend.

All that matters is that now you can sit comfortably beside him, laugh with him, go to missions with him, and just care for him. No more hard feeling, no more being cautious, everything is going well. The rest of the suffering may as well spend together.

Just like the coffee cup scattered on the kitchen floor, ringing, leaving silence after taste behind. When you arrive, there was Fugo as you expected. He was shouting all through to the second floor. Narancia wasn't there, to your surprise. It was Mista this time who probably messing around with Fugo. Abbacchio didn't try to intervene.

"Good morning." You made your entrance as if nothing happened before your eyes. Mista looks at you with begging eyes and Fugo's fixed on the table not daring to look at you. "Are you hurt anywhere, Mista?" 

Mista shakes his head, sitting down stiffly after you finally stand beside Fugo. You smiled and nod to him so he can continue enjoying his breakfast. 

"Sit down, Fugo. I'm going to make coffee for us. Abbacchio, would you like some more?" 

Abbacchio nodded without a word. Fugo followed your instructions to sit down and calming himself. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes, concentrating on your hand rubbing his back. On the floor, your shadow spreading around and swallowing the mess of broken the cup and coffee. Nobody said a word as it's always your job to clean up.

"Mista?"

"I'm good. Thanks, [y/n]." 

"Okay."

You made your way to make another batch of coffee and breakfast for yourself seeing that Mista already made some for him, Abbacchio, and Fugo. You weren't supposed to be up now since you said wanted to sleep more but the chaos woke you up. Might as well have a meal to start the day. 

"Where are the others?"

"Bucciarati, Narancia, and Giorno left early because Polpo called," Mista answered, "the rest of us is kinda free for today unless Bucciarati called. I might go around taking a walk."

"Okay." 

You returned to the table with another batch of coffee. After pouring it for Abbacchio and Fugo, you're walking back and forth to take your simple sandwiches. Back to your seat, you sit beside Fugo and holding his left hand clenched on top of the table. His hand immediately loosened, red-ish color brushing his face all the way to his ears.

"I'm sorry, Mista. I guess I couldn't control myself just yet." The words left Fugo's lips like a quiet winter morning. On the other hand, Mista receives it like spring just come to him.