Delusional

Fugo's Room

Chapter 3

Your POV:

"So Y/N, what's it gonna be?" Mista asked. "Who's room are you sleeping in?" I paused and thought about my decision. I look up to find everyone's eyes on me.

"I'll stay with Fugo." I concluded. Everyone's posture deflated as I chose Fugo. Abbacchio made a 'tsk' noise while Narancia folded his arms with an adorable pout on his lips.
Mista puckered his lips and scratched the back of his head as he looked away in disappointment. I giggle as I walked up to Fugo.

"Let us take our leave then." He said as we exited the room. We walked down a very elegant and spacious hallway with renaissance paintings and marble statues that were in little spaces in the walls. We walked and past the other bedrooms until we reached his. He opened the door and stepped inside as I follow behind him.

"Make yourself comfortable, my bedroom has a bathroom, so I'll run you a bath in the meantime." He said.

"Oh! Thank you, you don't have to do that." I said.

Fugo caught my gaze and stared into my eyes as he spoke again, "Please, I insist, the pleasure is all mine signorina/signore." He reassured. I blushed at the sudden nickname.

"Thanks." I smile back at him. He returns the gesture then leaves the room.

As I hear the water run in the bathroom I take my time to look around his room. His soft tempur-pedic mattress making me almost instantly fall asleep. His mahogany bookshelves stood proudly with books ranging from horror, history, math, adventure and fantasy. Across from that stood a matching armoir. His desk sat in the corner of the room with a neat stack of papers and notebooks.

He has a perfect view of the backyard and skyline. The sun had start to set and the burnt orange, pink and soft yellow colors blended into the sky and clouds as the sun made its exit. I stared at the beautiful scenery not noticing Fugo's presence in the room.

I slightly jumped as I felt the bed sink next to me. My eyes widen as I felt a warm hand on top of mine. I looked at Fugo and he casted a small smile upon his lips.

"Your bath is ready bella/bello." He softly murmured.

As I stood up he grabbed my hand and held it before he stood in front of me.

"Let me help you." He said barely above a whisper. I blushed a deep shade of red as he guided me into the bathroom.

"I'll give you a moment to undress." He politely says as he turns away.

I fumbled the clothes off of my body and neatly folded them and placed them onto the sink. I hop into the bath and slowly slide in as I adjusted my body to the hot water. The calming scent of vanilla and coconut wafted through the air as I relaxed in the tub.

I finally sat down and pulled on Fugo's pants. "You can turn around." I said. He turns around and blushed as he picks up the soap.

He lathers the bar a washcloth and runs it over my smooth skin. His gentle touches making me relax more and more. As he dipped the washcloth back into the water he started to wash my back, neck, and shoulders eventually washing my chest.

Goosebumps littered across my skin as his fingers accidentally graze my skin. He blushed as my face burned with embarrassment.

Fugo's hand went lower as he washed my abdomen and waist. He went lower and lower until he was washing my hips and thighs. His hand traveled into my inner thighs and washed them with care and delicacy. He handed me the washcloth so I could clean my privates.

As I hand him back the washcloth, he wrings it out of the excess soap and water. He sets the cloth aside and cups his hands of water and rinses my body off. Fugo wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and then stood up. He grabs a fluffy brown towel and unfolds it, he holds the towel wide open in front of me.

He turns his head away, signaling me to step out of the tub. I slowly stand up and feel the cold air surrounding my body once again. My nipples harden as the cold atmosphere in the room runs over my body. I walk up to Fugo and he wraps the towel around my body.

He hugs me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder as he starts swaying us back and forth in a comforting manner.

"I apologize if this was a very hectic day for you. Especially with everyone getting rowdy and at each other's throats and almost killing each other." Fugo explains.

"It's quite alright, I was more amused than scared, to be honest." I admit.

Fugo chuckled at my words. "You'll get use to it. After a while, it becomes background noise like white static." Fugo explains.

He then guides me out of the bathroom as he began rummaging through his dresser. He scolded himself for messing up his neatly folded clothes as he pulled out one of his shirts and boxers for me.

He walks back into the bathroom to empty the tub. As I hear the water bubbling, I drop the towel and grab the shirt and throw it over my head. While I pulled my arms through my sleeves, I heard a silent gasp behind me.

My eyes went wide as I turn around to see Fugo staring wide eyed at my naked lower half. He quickly looked away as I tried to cover my body with the long shirt. I fumbled with the boxers and slid them on my body.

"You can look now." I mumble. I quickly climbed in bed and dove underneath the covers in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry signorina/signore, your striking appearance got me in a trance." Fugo says smoothly.

"Yeah, it's okay, Fugo. Can we just get to bed? I'm really tired." I said trying to forget what just happened.

He nods his head and goes underneath the covers with me. I feel his body radiating warmth as he got closer.

"Are you comfortable Y/N?" Fugo asked barely above a whisper.

"Yes, very much so. Thank for making me feel welcomed today, Fugo." I say.

Fugo blushes and runs his fingers through your hair. "It was no problem at all." He says.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Fugo."