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)

Jotaro looks up. The sea is flat, the tide low and the waves are weakly splashing onto the shore. He turns around, treading water, staring at the man by the shore. Kakyoin watches as Jotaro bobs with the waves, his gaze soft, but behind his eyes was something akin to fear, dark and gloomy. Jotaro just wanted to take his hand, and drag him in. After all, there really was nothing to be afraid of.

Steve is a small kid who's the bottom rung on the social ladder at his high school. While walking down the hall one day, he literally crashes into Bucky Barnes, the school's track star. What happens when Bucky begins to flip through Steve's sketchbook?