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The days went on, some days he would get a glance of the golden rays and the figure of a handsome would appear on the back of his mind like a mirage in a far away desert. Showing him a beautiful image in chances to lure him further into an unknown path.
Giorno Giovanna’s phone number remained hidden in farthest part of his bag and his smile in the farthest part of his heart. His hand, lonely without the heavy ring and heavy as a reminder of the thief of his latest dreams.
Just thinking of that man made Fugo’s head spin in and his heartbeat pick up, make his palms cover in a cold sweat and his breath catch in his throat. He knew everything had a simple solution.
He could get his head out of his ass and call the man, ask for a date, or just for another opportunity to see him again, as if the pure fact of not seeing him on a daily is driving him crazy. Which honestly, he can’t say he has fallen that deep into the hole. Yet.
He makes his way from the office to the town’s university. His mind wondering for a moment if the blond man was a university student too. He looked around his age but then again, their meeting had been rather brief and vague.
He shakes his head to free his mind from the bind that that man had placed over him and quickly makes his way to the cafeteria where he knew he would find the other man that had been filling his mind lately.
Filling his mind for completely different reasons, just thinking of how Narancia had been doing in his last tests made him frown. He had taken into tutoring Narancia as a favor his boss had asked him for. It has been years already, probably since his first semester, and over the time they had become, acquaintances, or how Narancia called it, friends.
Working under Bruno brought a lot of perks, but also a trio of nuisances, Narancia being one of them, that boy was a menace. At least Abbacchio was amicable sometimes and a ratter bitter man for his young age but then again, life could make even the sunniest person bitter in a heartbeat.
He had been just making his way towards the cafeteria when someone body slammed him on the side. He recovered himself quickly, catching himself before he could even fall and sent a glare to the culprit, Narancia’s grin bright and annoying.
“What have I told you about doing that!” Fugo snaps. They have known each other for years and the firsts times Narancia did that, Fugo always ended up in the floor. One time he even twisted his wrist trying to put his hands to break the fall, the only semi-good thing that came out of it was the scolding Bruno gave the other.
“To not to do it?” Narancia answers back, biting back a laugh.
“TO NOT TO DO IT!”
“Aww Panna, don’t be too grumpy, you’ll get wrinkles and green hairs.” Narancia places his arm over Fugo’s shoulder as they make their way outside. Fugo was supposed to pick Narancia up so they could meet at Bruno’s for “movie night”.
“And thanks to who!” He says back, pushing Narancia’s arm from his form. “I should have left you to take the metro.”
“You know I always lost when I take the metro!” Narancia whines, quickly catching up to Fugo who had walked ahead.
“Yeah well, maybe you need to get lost until you learn how to use it!” Fugo calls back, not bothering to look if Narancia is following him. He knows the midget is.
“You are really mean! I’ll tell Abba!” Narancia grabs his arm, hanging and whining like the child he was.
“I’m really telling him, and you’ll get scolded.”
“He aint my dad, I don’t see how him scolding me is relevant.” Fugo says back nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
Narancia gasps loudly, Fugo looks at him as he places a hand on top of his heart. He looks offended and hands tighten around arm, squeezing it.
“Don’t say that! You’ll make Abba cry! Mista-” Just as Narancia was about to end his little whiny rant they notice a figure stand in front of them.
Fugo locks eyes with Giorno Giovanna. His blues stunning him just like the first time.
“Is he your boyfriend?” He eyes clearly focused on where Narancia was hanging on Fugo’s arm.
“No.” Fugo answers him in a heartbeat like his life depended on it. At the same time Narancia answers.
“WHAT! NO!! EWWWW! My boyfriend is cooler than Fugo!” He tells Giorno and proceeds to make gagging sounds as if his statement was enough to show how disgusted he was at the assumption of him and Fugo dating.
Fugo felt offended for a second until he felt disgusted at the thought of dating Narancia too. His thoughts about this didn’t last too long, disappearing the moment he saw the small smile in Giorno’s face. A smile that only meant trouble. It was the same smile Giorno have given him before stealing his ring and leaving him in trance on the bookshop.
“Who are you anyways?” Narancia breaks the momentary silence that had set in between.
“His friend.” Giorno Giovanna answers, his gaze never leaving Fugo’s.
“What?!” Narancia pulls harder his arm which he has still had locked in.
“You’re not-” Fugo tries but it’s quickly interrupted by his loud friend acquaintance.
“YOU HAVE MORE FRIENDS?!” Narancia yells in his ear, making Fugo cringe in pain.
“He is not my /friend/.” He says, putting emphasis on the friend part. He had no friends; Franz was his only friend. His frown makes a comeback.
Giorno takes a step closer to them, getting into Fugo’s space and placing his hand on top of his unoccupied arm, ready to take a hold on him like the one Narancia had.
“I don’t want to be just friends with you anyways.” Giorno confesses his true intensions, some of which Fugo already suspected when he first saw the blond man smile at them. He even dared to send him a wink after his statement, making his heartbeat pick up in a frenzy.
Fugo could almost swear those two could feel his heartbeat skyrocketing from where they were touching him. Warmth filled his cheeks and ears, he blinked fast in a nervous manner before turning his face towards Giorno.
Getting a little startled at how close the other’s face was to his. He cleared his throat and tried to make his obvious blush fade away.
“I don’t know you.” He says, just glad that his voice didn’t crack and tried to pry his arm off from Giorno’s hold, the warmth of his body already making the back of his neck sweat. Giorno’s grip on him just got stronger and his small smile was back on his terribly handsome face, it was making Fugo’s heart do jumps like a professional gymnastic.
“Don’t worry! I have plenty of time so we can change that, but I rather have you right now.” His smile faded and was quickly replaced by a pout. He bats his eyelashes trying to make Fugo’s heart flutter more. “Given you haven’t even called me once since I last met you.” He finishes, sending Fugo’s way another dramatic sad look.
Fugo sighs, hoping he could have his arms free so he could rub the back of his neck and hopefully hide the sweat that was gathering there.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Narancia interrupts once again with his clearly lost tone, one which almost defeated his normal tone with how much the poor guy got confused. Fugo looks at him and yep, he is totally lost, lost as when he takes the damned metro. Every fucking time.
“He won’t go on a date with me.” Giorno states, his voice almost dropping in a whiny tone. He is totally scheming something, he is a lawyer, he knows about people’s tones and postures, and he knows enough of Giorno to know that the blond is planning something. Before he can call him out on his bullshit he talks again. “He won’t even call me.” He says and proceeds to make a sound as if hurt.
Narancia loudly gasps once again on his side and finally let go of his arm, action that Fugo saw made Giorno smile in satisfaction. As if making Narancia let go of him had been his goal all this time.
“What the hell, man!” Narancia exclaims and inches forward Fugo’s ear, probably to whisper something. “He’s really pretty!” He whispers shouts. Fugo cringes, making Narancia step away once again.
“Are you blind? Oh my god! We have to tell Bucci something is wrong with you!! It can be serious!”
“I’m fine, thank you! And my sight is just fine!” He retorts, offended by the youngest words, scoffing.
“So, you can see he is pretty?”
Fugo scoffs again and rolls his eyes. “Yes, Nara. I can see he is really pret-” He stops himself once he realizes what he was saying. His eyes drift from Narancia to Giorno, both grinning big and wide like the little shits they are. His ears burn in embarrassment.
“I’ll leave him to you, pretty boy.” Narancia says and then has the audacity to push Fugo closer Giorno. Then, offers the blond man a high-five, one the other happily gives back not without muttering an almost too silent “thank you”.
Narancia gives a step back, as if ready to ditch Fugo with Giorno.
“I’m calling Mista to pick me, if you arrive at Bucci’s tonight I’ll burn your favorite suit!”
“Nara-” Fugo panics, not only because of the threat, but at the thought of being left alone with Giorno. Just thinking of Giorno made him nervous, being left alone with him would be a disaster.
“Don’t try me! I know where you hide it! Ciao!” Narancia moves to leave.
“Wait! What about Franz! I gotta-” Fugo tries but he knows Narancia knows the excuse about Franz is bullshit. He always feeds his cat before leaving to pick Narancia up for movie night at Bucci’s.
“Shut up. I know you already fed Franz, goodbye Panni. And, good luck, pretty boy.” He says lastly leaving Fugo with a Giorno still attached to his arm.
He turns to look at Giorno, who was already looking at him. He had his small and pretty smile back, no longer grinning. He gets closer to Fugo, making a point into not letting his arm go.
“Take me on a date?” He asks Fugo. His eyes bright with hope and charm. Fugo sighs. How is he to deny such gorgeous blues. He looks to the side, in hope to hide his twin smile from Giorno.
“Have you eaten?” He asks, trying to sound defeated but it seems Giorno knows better because the other laughs a little.
“No.” He answers, his voice dripping with mischief. Fugo really doesn’t want to sigh again, but he does anyways, knowing that day was going to be a long one.
“Anything you want to eat?” He asks, finally turning to look towards Giorno. A great mistake since the look on Giorno’s face almost made his heart stop.
Fugo knew, since the moment he first saw Giorno, that the blond man was a beauty, the man of his dreams. He looked like he had been taken out of a fairy tale, a painting, or a novel.
Fugo swore that that moment, Giorno could tell him he wanted to eat dirt and Fugo would be endeared by it, enchanted by the incredible spell the blond man’s eyes seemed to cast on him.
Giorno gave him his trouble signature smile and Fugo knew nothing good would come out for whatever Giorno was about to say.
“You?” It seemed that his words were even too much for him because he cringed almost at the same time he did, making Fugo laugh in disbelief.
“Whatever, lover.” Fugo teases him further, trying to see if he could get a glimpse of that pretty blush he had seen before filling his cheeks and ears. Sadden by the fact that this time, Giorno’s shirt showed no part of his chest, where he hoped blush appeared too.
“Any allergies?” He adds once he realized silence has gone for too far.
“No.” Giorno says back shyly, his bold self once again gone with the wind.
“Dislikes?”
“Chicken?” Giorno frowns, as if that was the first time answering a question about his likes. Fugo realizes Giorno’s hold in his arm has slacken, so he seizes the opportunity and frees his arm. And before Giorno can complain, because he knows the other will, and totally not because he wants to please the other man, he holds Giorno’s hand.
“Let’s go then, before you start complaining about being hungry.” He says, pulling the other one along.
“Where to?”
“I still don’t know… Why? Are you expecting something fancy?” Fugo teases.
“I wasn’t even expecting to see you… I’m more than happy with just this.” Giorno says, pulling their interjoined hands up so Fugo knew what he meant.
“How did you find me?” Fugo tries changing the topic, his heart already too fast at Giorno’s sweet flirting.
“I did not, you appeared in front of me. Must be fate!” Fugo sneaks a glance and Giorno’s eyes seemed to be twinkling, briming with happiness.
“I guess…” Fugo says as they continue walking. Fugo thoughts were divided in between the directions of a vegan restaurant he knew and Giorno’s words.
They continue walking for some moments until Giorno breaks the silence.
“Why didn’t you call me?” His voice sounding a little worried but curious. Fugo sighs, they still had two streets to go until they could reach the vegan restaurant.
“Why did you want me to call you?”
“I like you.” Giorno answers nonchalantly, making Fugo scoff.
“You don’t know me.”
“That’s why I was hoping you’d call me.” Fugo looks at him.
“To let you know me?”
“So, we could get to know each other!” Giorno corrects him.
“I was busy.”
“Why aren’t you wearing the ring.” Giorno asks back, trying to push Fugo into saying something more than refusing him but only makes Fugo let go of his hand.
Giorno frowns, he was genuinely curious at why Fugo wasn’t wearing his pretty ring. It had seemed important when they first met. Thing that was later confirmed when Giorno had tried to sell it. It wasn’t in perfect conditions, it seemed to be worn on a daily, but it was still gorgeous and well preserved. He knew about pretty things, but that moment he wanted to know more about the pretty man in front of him.
“I didn’t feel like it.”
“Why?” Giorno pushes, his frown deepening a little bit.
“I don’t know.” Fugo looks away. He knows why, the ring more than being a symbol that reminded him of his grandmother, reminded him of the blond man besides him.
“The man from the jewelry said it was an important custom piece, why aren’t you wearing it? Because it reminds you of me? Because I used it? Because I stole it?”
Fugo stops walking and turns to glare at Giorno. He wanted the blond man to let him breathe, to let him be ready to answer back but his mind was filled with him no thoughts were really computing.
“Why are you asking so many things? Why do you care? I’m already taking you out in a date, am I not? Just-”
“Because I want to know! Why are you getting so angry?!” Giorno pushes once again. Feeling a little bad for having fun riling Fugo up but knowing this was the only way to make the other talk.
“Because you make me lose control and I don’t like it! You appear, steal my ring, I let you go, you come back and then leave me weeks casually thinking of you with every gold shimmer and every blue and then you come back and take the control away from me and I don’t like it!” Fugo explodes, he isn’t even angry, just frustrated, confused. He feels like riding a boat and the currents just pulling him away from any clear path.
They pull him and spin him, and he feels excited, its fun but he doesn’t have the reigns and that scares him just as much. He breathes heavily after saying all those words in a hurry. He is frowning, tired and out of breath.
He looks at Giorno and finds him smiling way too prettily for him to handle that moment.
“I’ll give you the control. You can have it all.” Giorno steps closer, into Fugo’s space. He places his hand in his chest, just like the last time they met, Fugo’s heart is racing all the same.
“I’ll give you the control you want. You can tell me to leave, and I’ll leave. I’ll follow your words like commands.” Giorno steps on his tiptoes, trying to gain height to put his face closer to Fugo’s.
Giorno’s eyes locks with Fugo’s red and then steals a quick glance at Fugo’s lips before looking back up.
Fugo was frozen in place. Giorno’s words ringing and his hand on top of his chest, burning even on top of the layers of clothing he was wearing. Giorno was so close, closer than ever and was telling him he would let everything on his hands.
“It’s yours.” Giorno whispers against his lips, so close that just with a push of wind would make them kiss.
Fugo is processing Giorno’s words as fast as he can. The other man’s words, his boldness, his presence, and essence, just everything of him filling him and making him dizzy.
“It’s yours.” Giorno had said but Fugo knew better, with how the other had said it, it might as well be a “I’m yours.”. It was making his heart beat overdrive and before he could think it twice, before Giorno decided to leave his space, he moves.
He moves a little bit closer.
He moves his right hand to pull Giorno’s from his waist closer to him, knocking their bodies together and making Giorno lose his balance on his tiptoes.
Fugo holds him and looks down to Giorno, not waiting for him to go up. He gets his face closer to the other just like the blond man had done it moments ago.
And just with a similar proximity, Fugo whispers into Giorno’s lips.
“Be careful with what you say… I don’t let go of anything that becomes mine.” Giorno’s eyes widen, a blush finally appearing adorning his handsome face, and a smile making its way, making his cheeks look like hills of pink, his faded freckles pretty flowers.
“I wouldn’t hope you did.” He whispers back and for a second, he sees Fugo start to lean in. He closes his eyes, ready for his treat.
Treat that never comes, as he feels Fugo’s body warmth fade and his hand leave his waist.
“You are driving me crazy…” Fugo says looking away. Feeling too embarrassed at the fact he almost kissed Giorno, not only in the middle of the street but also at the short time of knowing each other. He steals a glance at Giorno, who was looking too pretty in pink that Fugo could have sworn the color was made just for him to wear.
“Let’s go and eat, I can tell you more about me over dinner.” He tells Giorno, still feeling flustered but warm. He takes Giorno’s hand and pulls him again towards himself.
“What? Did you change your mind already?” He asks when Giorno doesn’t say nothing back. His voice a little bit worried but ready to let go of the other if that was the case.
“I did not!” Giorno exclaims, calming Fugo’s sudden anxiety. His cheeks still pink and his neck almost in the same shade. Fugo is endeared in a second that he can’t avoid letting out a relieved laugh.
They walk towards the restaurant, hand in hand, in silence until Fugo remembers something important to mention.
“Giorno.” He calls, waiting for the other to look at him. Blues shine with curiosity making Fugo contain himself from smiling like a lovesick fool.
“Hmm.” Giorno hums, letting him know he is listening.
“You don’t have to steal it. It’s already yours too.”
Fugo confesses. Not regretting saying that at all because the transition in Giorno’s face going from confusion to awe and happiness was too precious for him to ever wish to have never witnessed it.
He tries to look away, but Giorno’s smile is too mesmerizing for him to even care if he looks like a fool.