Danganronpa Book of Oneshots

Fuyuhiko X Reader - Lactose Intolerance

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Lactose Intolerance (Fuyuhiko x reader. Fuyuhiko always seems to forget.))

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Does Fuyuhiko have many regrets in life? Yeah. Sure. A handful of them.

Was going out with his girlfriend for ice cream one of them? Oh yeah. Definitely.

"Fuuck me." A groan of pain slipped from Fuyuhiko's mouth as he collapsed on top of his couch face first.

Okay, maybe carrying around lactose pills instead of ignoring his problem like Peko suggested would be better.

"Why would I think this was a good idea?" Fuyuhiko whined to himself as he tried to curl in on himself, contemplating on actually calling his girlfriend. Or even Peko.

Rolling onto his side, he groaned and took out his phone and opened it to his girlfriend's phone number.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three ri-

"Hello?" Fuyuhiko could of cried out in joy if he wasn't in pain like he was being gutted alive.

"I made a mistake." He grit out and he heard her sigh.

"What's wrong, hun." He could barely hear the amusement in her voice, as she always teased him over these small things.

"I told you I'm lactose intolerant right?" Another wave of pain his his stomach and he flinched.

"No but Peko did. Don't worry I'm on the way." She hummed in slight amusement.

"You're enjoying my pain." He huffed and earned a giggle from his girlfriend.

"Nope but that's an idea." He could almost hear her shit eating grin.

"Just hurry up!" Fuyuhiko half growled in pain.

"I know, I know. Just lay down and calm down. I'm on your road."  She sighed and hung up.

Fuyuhiko stared at his phone before curling back up, a whine escaping his mouth.

Two minutes later, the door handle jiggled before turning to reveal a H/c haired and e/c eyed female. She had one of Fuyuhiko's white button ups under a gray sweater. She always stole his shirts, seeing how she was as small as him. Her black skinny jeans snug on her.

"Oh my gosh! My little baby!" She frowned and closed the door before rushing over.

"Don't call me a baby!" Fuyuhiko half growled, half whined.

"I don't care. You're my baby boy and no one can tell me other wise." She smiled before sitting carefully next to his stomach and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You're lucky I love you, Y/n." He grumbled and she giggled.

"I know. I love you too." Y/n smiled down at him and he whined again in pain. "Next time, we're going out for cake."

"… Fine." He sighed.

Y/n laid down and smiled as Fuyuhiko curled his arms around her and pulled his legs up around her waist.

"You are so cute and seem so innocent like this." Y/n mumbled and received a snort in reply.

"Shut up. I'm trying to endure this and you may be helping, but rambling about me being cute and vulnerable is going to make me mad." He hissed into her ear and she laughed.

Even though he was a pain in her ass, Y/n loved him and took care of him.