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It was another day at school, which meant another day of suffering for students and, maybe, some teachers.
It was lunchtime and Fugo was sitting at his usual place on a bench beneath a tree, which cast a huge shadow as protection from the sun, a book in his hand. His day had been going quite well so far and he hoped it would remain that way for the rest of it, too.
All the other students were talking and laughing loudly, not that he cared, yet when he caught a glimpse of golden blond hair, he couldn't help but look up from his book. There he was, the most beautiful boy the albino had ever laid eyes on. Fugo felt like the love interest of one of those shitty romance TV shows that were meant for young people, specifically teenagers.
Were he to compare it with manga or anime, he would've explained it as the part of a shoujo where the screen went all pink with hearts and bubbles around the main character's crush and every sound of the world would be forgotten. It was hideous, really.
Though, here he was, not being able to take his eyes off of his far too beautiful, angelic boyfriend. Sometimes Fugo couldn't believe that he had been lucky enough to date Giorno, let alone get his attention in that way.
However, the thing that immediately ruined the wonderful moment he was having by internally gushing about Giorno, was the random girl who was standing with him. Not only that, she was talking—no—flirting with him!
The sight made his eye twitch; his blood boiling as his fingertips tickled with the urge to stab his palm and bury his fingernails in his skin. The growing pit in his stomach overthrew his anger quickly, though. He realized why the girl would be flirting with Giorno, the more he watched them from afar.
Of course, why wouldn't she? Why wouldn't anyone?
Giorno Giovanna was a lot of things. Divinely beautiful. Confident. Intelligent. A true leader. Angelic. Strong. He was the embodiment of otherworldly. With the way he held himself, of utmost importance and grace, it was hard to ignore his charisma and attractiveness.
The pit in Fugo's stomach grew more and more, now nagging at the back of his mind with growing fear. What if I'm not good enough? What if he's tired of my constant bullshit and will consider choosing her? What if I kept pushing him away with my anger outbursts? What if, what if, what if.
Doubts came and he knew, he wouldn't be able to get rid of them without Giorno's reassurance. Fugo sighed sadly. He realized how much of a burden he must've been for Giorno, with his constant need for reassuring words and actions. With his constant need for affection whenever they were alone.
It wouldn't surprise him if Giorno just walked over and declared that he was breaking up with Fugo because he didn't want to deal with him any longer. He didn't even know how Giorno, of all people, fell in love with him. How could someone perfect like him possibly think that it would be lovely to date Fugo?
Fugo was not a pleasant person, at all. He grew too angry far too quickly. Past experiences stained him with dirt. He always found reasons to yell.
Truly, he couldn't understand Giorno's way of thinking. Hell, he didn't even know how to read him. Giorno was a beautiful mystery and Fugo felt blessed to even breathe the same air as him. The albino kept watching as the girl moved even closer to Giorno, invading his personal space, and he wished it wouldn't hurt.
He wished the pain in his chest would disappear. Yet, it didn't. He loved Giorno too much and he couldn't bear the sight.
Whenever the golden blond was around, Fugo felt like his whole world lit up. He would never be able to take his eyes off of him, his hands wouldn't stop sweating and his heart would keep skipping a beat whenever Giorno simply said anything. He was utterly and hopelessly enthralled by him.
Fugo watched on, his silvery white hair swaying to the side with the wind. Giorno was moving away from the girl, stepping back. He didn't seem interested in her and Fugo had the audacity to stupidly question why. Instead of talking to her any longer, Giorno simply turned around and walked away.
It took Fugo way too long to realize that Giorno was moving to his direction. So, naturally, he started internally panicking. It wasn't obvious in his body language or facial expressions, though.
Giorno sat down next to Fugo, humming contently as he gazed at him. Fugo held his gaze, searching for answers in those sea foam green eyes. "What was that girl talking to you about?", he asked.
"She asked me out." Oh. "Well, at least she tried to." Huh.
"Tried? She really seemed to be in her element", Fugo commented, making his dislike towards her clear.
"Yes, she tried and, ultimately, failed. As you can see, I'm sitting here with you instead of planning a date with her", Giorno explained as gently as ever. Honestly, did this boy ever talk in a rude tone of voice?
"So, you rejected her? Why?" Wow, great going, Fugo. You're doing everything right in matters of losing your boyfriend. He wanted to slap his palm against his forehead.
Giorno just chuckled, blessing the albino's ears with the sound. "Fugo, I am already in a relationship with you. Why would I agree to a date in which I am not interested and am already taken? That wouldn't be fair, neither to you nor the girl."
Fugo wanted to kiss Giorno. He was so perfect, so beautiful, so.. so boyfriend. Everyone should get themselves a partner like Giorno, he thought.
"Although," Giorno then started again, his head turning away to look at the floor and his finger tapping his chin. "It makes me wonder why you felt the need to ask me why I rejected her in the first place."
Fugo's heart plummeted to his fucking feet, and he was sitting. He swallowed, sweat starting to form on his forehead, as he averted his eyes to look anywhere but at Giorno. He knew the golden blond wouldn't take long to connect the dots. When Giorno looked at him again, he could feel his eyes stabbing into his skin like daggers.
"Fugo, tell me...," he said. "Are you, by any chance, jealous? Or rather, did seeing her clinging to me like that make you uncomfortable?" His voice never lost its sincerity, his questions genuine and not meant to tease.
Fugo had to look at him when Giorno put his hand on his cheek and gently moved it to turn to him. Amethyst colored eyes met jade green ones and Fugo couldn't hide his emotions any longer, as his gaze told Giorno everything he needed to know. Fugo would've appreciated their nonverbal understanding on any other day, but this time, he was way too aware of his clothes brushing his skin at the tiniest movement the more Giorno kept looking at him.
"Tesoro."
Oh no. No, please. Not that nickname. For fuck's sake, Giorno, don't charm your way into Fugo's heart like that. The albino wanted to perish right there, when Giorno began to caress his cheek gently and lovingly.
"There is no need for you to feel insecure or uncomfortable," the golden blond crooned. "I will never choose anyone or anything else over you. You are the most important person in my life, after all."
Fugo felt like crying. This boy was too perfect. God, what had he done to deserve him? Millions of thoughts were racing in his mind, yet he managed to reply to Giorno.
"I know, but..." he hesitated. "There's.. a part of me that...," Fugo sighed, this was so hard. Giorno waited patiently, like he always did. "There's just a part of me that feels like I don't deserve you and that I'm, I don't know, not good enough for you." There, he said it. Narancia would be proud of him for expressing his emotions without stabbing someone angrily with a fork.
He was met with a proud yet soft smile from Giorno, which gave him all the reassuring encouragement that he needed.
"You're more than good enough for me. Don't let your more negative personality traits ruin your confidence. All of us have them, even me. I'm not labeling them as flaws, because they aren't. Every part of your personality makes you yourself," Giorno explained softly, now holding both of Fugo's hands and caressing his palms with his thumbs.
"Of course, there are things that everyone wants to change, but would you truly be yourself and happy if you changed your personality for the validation of others? I don't think so. All you need to know is that I love every part of you."
Fugo really wanted to cry, but they were in public and his pride was too big to let other students see him in a vulnerable state. He knew that Giorno was right, this wasn't the first time they were talking about this, after all. Yet, as relieved as he was, there was still doubt creeping up on him.
So, instead, he decided to smile gratefully and squeezed Giorno's hands. Noticing that Fugo was not going to answer any further, Giorno spoke again. "Remember the promises we made to each other?" Fugo nodded, he remembered too well.
"You are mine, Fugo, as I am yours. There's nothing that could ever change that."
The bell rang, notifying everyone that the next classes were about to start. Fugo couldn't care less in that moment. His chest was filled with love, his heart hammering against his rib cage. Most of the other students were out of sight, so Fugo brought one of Giorno's hands up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of it.
"I am yours and you are mine."
"Forever, if you let me."
"Forever."
They stood up, going back inside as they held hands. Fugo was feeling more confident than before and he knew that Giorno could sense it. He was so in love, it was ridiculous, yet he wouldn't trade the world for it. Giorno was perfect and was always there to help Fugo, as was he always there to help Giorno.
He knew he had an idiotic smile on his face, but he wouldn't hesitate to punch everyone who pointed it out.