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The next day at work, Narancia walked straight up to Fugo without hesitation. Before Fugo could get a word out, the ravenette rolled his violet orbs up to bare his eyes into Fugos. He reached out and clasped the blondnettes soft hands, interlinking his rough fingers with the tallers thin ones. Fugo blushed at the sudden contact.
“N-nani!??!” His purpley-red orbs widened in surprise, his face now fully red. Like SOO red like imagine the redest red ever then times that by 100.
The shorter looked up at him with a confident smirk (A/N: Roblox man face). He spoke, his voice 10 times deeper. His tone made Fugo shiver.
“ Fugo…. No… Pannacutie… Im madly in love with you… I have been since you first smashed my head in with a beaker in class.” As he spoke he gently caressed Fugos fingers, still holding hands except their hands are both super sweaty now.
Fugo was shocked. He never expected Narancia to feel this way for him. What was more shocking though, was how he himself was feeling. Before this moment, the thought of being in a same-sex relationship had disgusted him before, but now he found himself reciprocating Narancias feelings.
“I…I…..-” He wanted so badly to accept Narancias feelings, but he still feared his parents…He turned away abashedly. “I cant…”
He gasped as Naracnais grip tightend. “ B-but why…” Fugo felt his heart crumble as he saw Naracnias hurt and heart broken expression.
Fugo wriggled his hands out of Narancias and stepped back towards the door of the Cafe, overwhelmed with the urge to run and hide himself out of shame and guilt.
Just then, Giorno and Trish burst through the door, pushing Fugo into Nrancias arms. He blushed deeply as he stared into Narancias orbs, feeling his warm embrace. He turned his head to face the other two though, having questions.
“What the heck-a-roony?!” He shouted.
“Fugo!” Trish exclaimed, “We have good news! Bring ‘em in Gio!”
Fugo turned to look at Giorno, and gasped in shock. Giorno reached behind him and dragged Fugos parents into the Cafe.
“Mom? Dad? What are you two doing here!!”
His father stepped forward. “Son we are sorry for being so mean to you. I know you wont forgive us right away, but we want to take a step towards healing our relationship. I love you no matter what career choice you choose son, even if you become a.... liberal arts major. ” His father let out a yelp as his mother elbowed him for that last comment.
“What he means is that your lovely little friends have educated us in how to not be close minded, and we are totally accepting of you being gay.”
“IM NOT GAY”
“Its ok Panna, we’ve always known.”
“Zayum..”
"One more thing….. Your father and I are divorcing!”
There was a collective gasp from the room as they all turned to face Fugos mother. As they turned, they saw someone else walking into the store…
“Thats right.. I’m leaving your father for Trish’s mom!”
“MOM WTF” Trish shrieked, mortified seeing her mother walk up next to Fugos mom and wrap her hand comfortably around her waist.
And then everybody in the cafe stood up and clapped.
Narancia gently turned Fugos face back towards his, and spoke softly. “ So… what about now kitten…. “
Fugo blushed deeply again. He faced him and looked him lovoingly in the eyes.
“I-i-ii–i-... I like you too..!!!”
“ Heh…. Fugo… this is like all my dreams of love have come true…. ” Narancia uttered
Fugo paused and stared at him, an idea forming in his head. “Wait… say that again?”
Narancia complied, although confused. “ All my dreams of love have come true..?”
“Love…. Dream… I’m thinking I like that name!!” Fugo whipped around to face everyone else, hand in hand with his new lover.
He smiled at Narancia. “You thinking what I’m thinking?!”
“ You know it!!!! Fugo, hit the music. Giorno, hit the lights, Bruno, make some cake STAT! And Trish…” He chuckled, “ Heh, you just be Trish. NOW LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!!”
“WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” There was a deafening crash as Mista burst through the window of the Cafe. “A PARTY!??!!! WITHOUT ME!!!???”
“Why I oughta….” Abbacchio growled, rolling up his sleeve as he winded up to hit Mista.
“Easy now!” Bruno patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Who wants some cake!!”
“Did SOMEBODY say CAKE!!???”
Bruno chuckled. “Oh Mista…. Some things never change. :)”
As the afternoon grew into night, the parties and celebrations continued, with Imagine Dragons and 21 Pilots blasting all night. The party began to draw to a close as Up Town Funk played.
Trish put her hands on her hips and looked around. “Welp… That was something!”
“Yeah…” Abbacchio sighed deeply, “Something I have to clean up tomorrow morning!”
Everybody laughed as Abbacchios scowl deepened. “Lighten up Leone!” Bruno laughed.
“Whatever you say baka…” Abbacchio huffed and turned around.
There was a deafening screech as the music halted. Everyone turned to look and saw Narancia at the DJ table. “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttsssssssssss………. NARANCING TIME!!!!!!!!!!” And he began Narancing all over the place.
“This truely was our Love Dream.” Fugo laughed.