Requester : K_nuggget_
Sorry if this isn't my best.
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You yawned and sat down at the table before you. Small conversation could be heard from everyone sitting around the table. You smiled when you saw the bowl of Chicken Alfredo sitting on the wooden table. You twirled some around your fork and stuffed the fork in your mouth. 'This Alfredo is incredible!' You enjoyed more mouthfuls of the Alfredo, not bothering to talk to anyone else.
"Do you like it? It's my first try." Fugo looked over at you and you looked back at him. "Your first attempt? This is so good!" You wiped your mouth with the napkin that was under your plate. "You really need to teach me that recipe." You pushed your almost empty bowl of Alfredo away from you and looked back at Fugo. "Only for you.. since I'm feeling nice." The crevices of his lips formed into a smile and you smiled back.
"So—" before Fugo could continue, Narancia had interrupted him. "(f/n)~ can we pleaaaaase review ummm...." He paused to think of what he was going to say. "Dividing fractions....?" You gave him a questionable look since you two had gone over that topic at least 3 time now. Did he really forget that quickly? You sighed and rested your chin on your fist. "Again? Didn't we like.. just go over that?"
He looked around, deep down knowing he had only said that so that he'd get some time alone with you. He noticed the aggravated gaze he was getting from Fugo. As much as he hoped he wasn't about to yell at him, he felt something coming which made him a tad bit anxious. "Um yeah! We did.. I just need review!"
"Oh yeah? You need review?!" You jumped as Fugo quickly stood up out of his seat while gripping a fork in his hand. You knew this would end up like the last time. Narancia moved his hands signaling for him to stop but he didn't. "Fugo! What the hell are you doing?!" Mista shouted as Fugo pressed the fork by the bottom of Narancia's chin. "The nerve of you to try to scheme some kind of plan to get alone with (f/n), yet alone interrupt me! Who do you think you are?"
You had pulled Fugo away before he could do anything else. The two men had left before anyone could say anything. Bruno sighed in disappointment and went to another room. "(f/n), may I ask what's going on between you and Fugo?" Giorno suddenly asked while you were walking to your room, trying to think about what had just happened.
"Huh? Oh. Nothings going on between me and him. I don't know why he got so mad. Didn't he just.. need to review?" You didn't believe the whole 'Narancia scheme to get with you alone' thing was true. But what did you know? It was Narancia after all. "I see... I must be thinking wrong then. Sorry." He walked away and you walked back into your room, that seemed to be a bit messier than when you left. 'I don't remember leaving these clothes here...'
You picked them up without second thought and laid on your bed, slowly drifting off while thinking of the whole situation.
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You woke up hearing the 'whirl whirl' sound from your ceiling fan. You wiped your eyes and sat up to look at your Mickey Mouse digital clock. It read 12:13 A.M. "Fuck... I was asleep for a long time..." you groaned and slouched back into the covers. You didn't bother sitting up when you heard a soft knock on your door. "Come in." You yelled and the door opened in response. The room was dark at this point, but from the moonlight that shined in from your window, you saw it was Fugo. Why was he up this late?
"Hey..." he walked in and sat on the side of your bed, handing you some kind of gift. "What's this?" He messed with his hair a bit, trying not to look directly at you. "It's an apology for earlier. You shouldn't've had to witness that." He felt embarrassed knowing he could've done that privately. He felt as if he only made a big fool of himself. "Oh.. it's fine I guess." You smiled although it was barely visible from how dark the room was. "So? Are you gonna open the box?"
You nodded and turned on the lamp beside you. As you opened the top of the box, you saw a familiar fork... "Fugo.." you looked up at him and you noticed he had a serious look on his face. "What (f/n). Did you think I wasn't going to stab him at least once? I mean he's not dead." You looked in terror at the blood covered fork that was in the box Fugo had given you as a "gift". What, did he want you to put this on your wall or something?
"It doesn't matter if he's dead or not Fugo, yo—" He immediately cut you off. "I don't care (f/n). I don't. Narancia likes you. And my top priority was to prevent him from getting with you alone." Is he really saying this? Your mind went blank. Your face went blank. The only thing you thought of was "Fugo is crazy for me".
"Fugo.. get out." You stared at him with disappointment in your expression. You genuinely couldn't believe what was going on and you didn't even want to look at him. "You love me, don't you? I did all of that for you, aren't you going to thank me?" Thank him?
"What the fuck should I be thanking you for? Get the fuck out!" You could feel your eyes stinging as he slowly walked out your room. You could barely hear what he muttered supposedly to himself. "Count your days (f/n) (l/n). You're going to regret saying any and all of this." He slammed the door behind him and you laid there with a blood covered fork in front of you.
"Oh my god."
a/n - my brain is saying make a more graphic part two but I've been lazy and not wanting to write lately. I don't even know if I'm gonna get that 10k views thing out. But whatever. Should I make a part two?