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7. Shame
Pannacotta Fugo x Reader
Ever since you kissed his lips that day, all that time ago, he wondered one thing. Was that going to be the last time that he laid his lips on yours that day? Turns out, it was. The day you left him to assist your friends; that was the final kiss. When he heard from Giorno that your ghost was waiting on him, he felt the sharp pain of shame and guilt that he spent months repressing. When Fugo requested to see you, Giorno denied, stating that there was a mission that needed to be done before The former got his reward.
He had to take out Massimo Volpe, a job that was difficult, yes, but he grew along the way. He could control his Purple Haze now, and he believed he was worthy of seeing you after all this time. However, when Mista and Giorno escorted him to your grave, his face broke out into a cold sweat. What would he say to you? Were you ashamed that he left the team? Did you hate him now?
"(Name), we brought you a visitor," Giorno's voice disturbed the silence, thus breaking Fugo's train of thought. Almost as if you had never known the pain of death, you responded to your name, turning your head fast like you used to, causing your (h/c) locks to hit your face. However, your look of surprise changed to a large smile when you saw him. Ghostly tears welled up in your eyes as you walked to him and tried to touch his face. When you couldn't as your hand felt like a cool breeze to him, tears welled up in his eyes. He was ashamed of himself. Because he didn't protect you, you were gone...he couldn't touch you anymore, he couldn't hold you anymore, he couldn't feel your radiance anymore...
Reading him like you always could, you rested your forehead against his before murmuring the words that saved him from his own sadness,
"It's okay. I'm not ashamed of you."