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The first thing Narancia heard when he awoke was a heavy breathing, as though someone was trying to conceal their windedness. The second thing he heard was a dripping sound, as if someone was splashing water into the floor at random intervals. With a shudder and a gag, he rolled over in his bed to face where the sounds were coming from. It was around one in the morning, and being half asleep, he didn’t register what he was seeing.
In the corner of Narancia’s room stood Purple Haze. Despite the fact that Fugo was his closest friend and companion, Purple Haze never ceased to scare the shit out of him. Out of all the stands in Passione, this one was by far the scariest. The fact that Fugo kept the thing under such tight wraps just amplified the horror more. And here it was, slobbering and tittering in the corner of his room. It was a ghoulish apparition; drool dripped in thick strands from its mouth. Scratching its hands together, it made a gurgling sound, eyes boring straight into Narancia’s. Even though it hadn’t moved, Narancia felt like it was here for a reason. Fugo was in the room next to him- was a stand attacking?
Blearily, Narancia got up and approached the stand shakily.
“F-Fugo?” He whispered shakily. “What’s up?” Narancia had no idea if the stand could actually respond, or if it could even talk. Due to the limited number of times Fugo had actually brought it out, Narancia hardly knew anything about it at all. So, it was quite a shock when it opened it’s mouth to speak.
“I’m not Fugo,” It spoke surprisingly eloquently, despite the rough and garbled tone it had.
“I am Purple Haze. My user is sleeping right now.” Spit dripped out of its mouth and onto the
floor.
For a second, Narancia was confused.
“What do you mean? You mean Fugo’s not controlling you?” Was that a thing? Could stands just go wherever they felt like?
“Fugo….. is asleep,” it growled, breath flashing on the plastic head gear for a split second.
“So, why are you in my room?” He said nervously.
Tilting a claw up to its face shield, the stand looked like it was pausing to think.
“My user is thinking of you.” It stated monotonly.
Narancia paused.
“Really? Fugo was thinking about me?”
Looking straight into his eyes, the stand continued.
“Yes, my user is thinking about with emotion. A lot of emotion, to be precise. That is why I’m here. He is filled with so much emotion, even while he sleeps, that I feel it too.”
What? Emotion?
“Oh, crap. Is he mad about the fact that I didn’t finish my math work from this afternoon?”
Shuffling its feet, the stand looked almost embarrassed.
“Well, no. Fugo is- how do I say this; he likes you,” Purple Haze grumbled out.
Narancia felt his face turning red.
He likes me? Fugo likes me?
“He- He does?” Previous fears forgotten, Narancia reached out and touched the stand’s arm. “What does he think about me?”
With an awkward half smile, Purple Haze answered him.
“He likes you a lot. He wants to be with you; he wants to cuddle with you. He wants to kiss you, he wants you to kiss him back. He wants to be close to you; he wants to touch you, he wants to make love to you, he wants-“
Narancia cut him off. “Woah, woah there buddy! Too much information there.” Despite saying this, Narancia couldn’t help but feel happy. He wanted to kiss Fugo too. For a while now, Narancia had felt like he was in love with Fugo. Despite his occasional outburst of anger, Fugo was kind. He helped Narancia out; he was always there to listen. However, Narancia had never considered that he might have felt the same way.
Suddenly, the stand made a jerky motion with its head.
“My user is waking up now. I must go,” it said in it’s rough voice.
In an instant, the stand had dissipated and vanished without a trace.
Well, this settles it, he thought determinedly. I need to talk to Fugo.
With bated breath, Narancia creaked open his door. Fugo, who was in the room next to him, was apparently still present, as he didn’t hear anyone else moving around in the hallway. Gulping, he mustered his courage and opened the door.
In the bed sat Fugo, blearily rubbing at his eyes. When he saw Narancia, however, he sat straight up, weariness seemingly forgotten.
“Uh, hey,” Fugo tried to say smoothly, despite the blush Narancia could see rising in his cheeks.
“What’s up?”
With a puffing breath, Narancia decided that it would be best to just come out and say it.
“I-I like you too.” Boom. There it was. On the bed, he saw Fugo’s pale face turn even paler, hands white-knuckling a wad of sheets.
“Ugmph.” Fugo looked like a frog that had accidentally eaten a bee.
Seeing that he wasn’t going to be able to contribute to this conversation, Narancia took a step forward.
“I- um, Purple Haze told me. That you, you know….”
This seemed to snap him out of his shock.
“Purple Haze? What?”
Scratching the back of his head, the black haired boy gave off a nervous shrug and smile.
“Yeah, when you were sleeping. Your stand just kinda appeared in my room, and, uh, said stuff. It said that you liked me, and I just wanted to let you know that I like you too. Yeah.” He ended the sentence with an awkward gulp and pause.
“You like me?” Fugo stood up now, shakily taking a step towards the other boy.
“Me? For real?”
“Ummm, yeah.”
With wide eyes, Fugo slumped down on the edge of the bed. Deciding to not stand awkwardly anymore, Narancia joined him. The blond was only wearing his boxers- green, with a strawberry print, of course. Suddenly, he started to speak again, words coming out in a fast, gibberish flow.
“You seriously like me? But I’m Fugo! I’m mean, and I push people away- I’m rude and hurtful, I’m disgusting,” he ranted, wetness forming in the corners of his eyes.
“I just- I’m awful, I don’t even-“
“Pannacotta.” Narancia’s voice cut through, loud but gentle.
“Stop saying these things.”
It happened in an instant. Narancia took his quavering hand, and kissed him. Their lips met, and for a second, Narancia forgot to close his eyes. Fugo seemed just as startled as he was. A moment of uncomfortable uncertainty was dragged out between them before Fugo came to his senses and started to kiss him back. He tasted like strawberries (of course). Then, he kissed Narancia back, and deeply. Lips smashing together, Narancia felt Fugo run a hand through his hair, pressing them even closer. He could feel the little noise that Fugo made thrum through his lips. Then they pulled apart. Fugo, looking dazed and shook with plump lips.
“First time?”
“Yeah,” Narancia shrugged off with a light laugh.
“Me too,” said Fugo abashedly. “Want to try again?”
“Hell yes.”
This time, he was going to do it right. Pulling himself closer, Narancia straddled Fugo’s thighs, able to kiss him better now. Wrapping his arms under the blond’s allowed him to card his hands through Fugo’s soft hair. Their tongues met, and Fugo grasped Narancia’s waist as if it was his salvation. When they parted, he was startled to see tears in the other boy’s eyes.
Narancia felt his stomach drop.
“Oh god, do you not want this? Fuck, Fugo, I’m so sorry,” he stumbled, unhooking one of his legs.
“Wait, no,” The other boy said with a watery smile, gently grasping his calf.
“I just- this is too good to be true,” he said with a light sob, smiling through the tears that dripped off his chin.
“I never thought that you’d like me back, and- and I can’t believe that this is actually happening. It’s too good for me.” He gave a shaky laugh.
“Sorry if I ruined this.”
Putting a hand through his hair again, Narancia wrapped him up in a hug.
“Pannacotta, you’re wonderful. You’re beautiful.”
Narancia peppered his cheek with light kisses.
Unstraddling his waist, the black haired boy laid down next to him on top of the covers.
“Fugo, do you mind if we, um, like, cuddle?”
Pulling him in, the boy next to him gave a smile.
“I’d love nothing more.”
Wrapped in Fugo’s arms, Narancia felt Fugo placing little kisses all over the back of his neck.
“Oh, Panna,” he said with a breathy sigh, relishing his warmth.
Completely taken up by each other, they drifted off to sleep, never separating.