An Abbacchio x Bucciarati Story In the underworld of Naples, trust is a currency more valuable than gold-and just as easily stolen. For years, Leone Abbacchio has kept everyone at arm's length, his past too stained, his walls too high. But Bruno Bucciarati sees through him. Sees the loyalty buried beneath the bitterness, the fire hidden behind the apathy. When an unexpected shift in their dynamic leaves Abbacchio with the upper hand, the balance between them tilts dangerously into something neither of them can ignore. What starts as a test of control spirals into something deeper, something neither of them are prepared for. Because Bucciarati isn't just letting Abbacchio push him. He's waiting for him to take. *cover art by @ 6B3dVVLXDMVjcro on X

Narancia fiddled with his thumbs, and took a deep breath. "This is a little hard to explain..." He started, staring down at his hands. "Erm, well see, I love Buccellati, and sometimes Abbacchio, when he's not making a point to be grumpy. I love Mista bunches and bunches, and I definitely think I'm starting to love Giorno as well, even though he's pretty new... Trish too." Narancia stopped to take a deep breath. His hands were shaky. "But I love you in a different way... Like when I think about you, my stomach gets all fluttery. I like seeing you and looking at you and thinking about you and I wanna touch you more and more, all over and I want you to feel me too! Ah, you're always so warm, and you smell nice too, and I love you so much, I can't help it." Fugo's heart was pounding out of his chest. Narancia had just poured his sweet little heart out for him, he had to be the cutest thing in the whole damn world. Grabbing Narancia's hands softly, he leaned in close. "I love you too, Narancia." He whispered, and with that, he planted his lips against Narancia's. (Fugo Pannacotta × Narancia Ghirga)

Pannacotta Fugo had a plan. A quiet dorm. A clean desk. A roommate who understood that bleach was a necessity, not a suggestion. What he got was Narancia Ghirga. Loud, chaotic, and endlessly messy, Narancia turns Fugo's carefully ordered world upside-down with juice pouches, bad punk music, and an uncanny talent for driving him insane. From day one, they clash over everything-noise levels, thermostat settings, sock placement (yes, that matters)-but underneath the tension is something neither of them expected: a connection. When a panic attack shatters the distance between them, Narancia is there-steady, kind, and impossibly gentle. And Fugo, for the first time, lets someone in. As late-night arguments give way to inside jokes, and quiet study sessions become movie marathons with tangled limbs and linked pinkies, Fugo realizes that maybe, just maybe, a little chaos isn't the end of the world. It might even be what saves him. A slow-burn college roommate romance about anxiety, belonging, and the healing power of one very persistent punk with a juice pouch. A FugoNara college roommates AU. *cover art by @ kzlmmmmm on X.