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Orange Creamsicle [Narancia Ghirga]

[A/N:] sorry for the wait, here's our favorite orange boi! Enjoy!

"Concentrate!"

"I'm trying!" Narancia groans through gritted teeth.

"Are you though?"

"Yeah, I think I got it!

"Are you really sure this time?" Fugo's voice snapped from across the room.

Narancia nodded, passing the blonde the sheet of paper. Fugo took it from him; with the paper facing the table, he had already been upset before he had to see what Narancia had written.

Today's subject lesson was English, and it was just about using the correct punctuation for each sentence. A complete sentence uses a period, a sentence asking a question uses a question mark, and a sentence that's in the form of a statement uses an explanation point.

Easy....right?

Well, unless you're Narancia!

Fugo flipped over the paper and held it up to his face. First his expression started out stern, and then it seemed to soften. Narancia begins to smile at that, in hopes he certainly got everything right this time. In all honesty, the dark-haired boy really was trying his best.

Narancia was so in positive thought that he didn't realize Fugo's expression flattened and once again, in annoyance. Suddenly, the blonde male crumpled the paper in his hand and tossed it onto the table in frustration. He then graded a bowl that was filled with an array of fruit, then brought it down onto Narancia's head.

Wham!

"You idiot, you didn't try it all! How could you get a question mixed with an explanation?ꐦ" Fugo exclaims.

"What's going on in here!?"

It was at this moment you walked into the room, upon hearing the commotion.

You gasped upon seeing apples, pears, and bananas and grapes scattered across the floor. Anger then washed over you when you saw Fugo holding a bowl over your boyfriend's head.

"Pannacotta Fugo, what the hell!" you yelled before pulling him away and taking the bowl off Narancia's head. 

Fugo grumbled, watching you pick bits of fruit residue from Narancia's hair before checking him for any bumps or bruises.

"He's mad cause I miss pronounce something," Narancia tells you, rubbing his forehead while glaring up at Fugo.

"We're learning English, and he got most of his punctuation wrong." Fugo explains, massaging the side of his head. No doubt he had an immense headache.

"Really? Let me see?" You said picking up the crumpled paper. You unfolded it and scanned your eyes over it. 

You could see why Fugo was upset, but it wasn't that bad. You had been dating Narancia for nearly a year now to know his book smarts were more on the lesser side than his street smarts.

On the paper, he somewhat misspelled a few words in a sentence and got most of his punctuation marks wrong.

Granted, you can see why the blonde man was angry with him; however, violence against Narancia wasn't the right solution.

You gave a sigh before looking up at Narancia. "Oh, Narancia," you say before glancing over at Fugo.

"Fugo, why don't you go take a break. I'll take over from here." You say as Fugo nodded eagerly before immediately taking his leave.

"Oh, come, (Y/n)," Narancia frowned. "I'm trying, I swear."

Before he could complain any further, you lean in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush redder than a tomato.

"Would you like me to teach you instead of Fugo?" you asked, and he quickly nodded in response.

Afterward, you smiled and picked up the fallen fruit from the floor. You threw away the spoiled ones, washed the good ones, and put them back in the bowl on the table.

As you came back to the dining room, you noticed Narancia gazing at the paper on the table, but he remained silent. It was evident that he was making a real effort this time, and that made you feel proud of him.

He glanced up at you when you sat down opposite him. "Okay, let's begin!" You said, watching him give a defeated sigh.

"Whatever."

You spent hours jogging down simple sentences and words after realizing your boyfriend had the intelligence of a 7th grader. Despite his struggles with some sentences, you patiently helped him. You encouraged him to try again when he made mistakes and rewarded him with a kiss when he got it right, which he happily accepted.

Suddenly, you had a craving for something sweet.

"I'm going to get a snack," you said to him. "Do you want anything, Narancia?"

"Some orange juice sounds good," he replied, not lifting his eyes from his homework.

You agreed and smiled; he looked adorable, even when he was focused.

In the kitchen, you took a glass first, then got the orange juice from the refrigerator. When you opened the freezer for ice, you noticed a popsicle. Since it was warm outside, you decided a frozen treat would help you cool down. Finally, you returned to the dining room where Narancia was still seated and placed his glass of orange juice on the table.

"Here you go, tesoro♡"

"Grazie!" He replied with a grin.

"How's it coming along?" You asked, gesturing towards his homework.

"I think I got it down."

"Oh, hand it over so I can take a look," you requested as he passed the paper to you.

As you read through the paper, he felt a bit nervous and took a sip of his orange juice. At least you didn't shout at him like Fugo.

"Hmm, very good; however, you should rewrite question number twelve." You say, handing him the paper back. 

"But, you're doing excellent!♡" You say smiling; he nodded but went back to work as you picked up the popsicle you got from the freezer.

Upon peeling off the wrapping, you realized it was an orange creamsicle. Pleased with your choice, you began licking the popsicle. But eventually it started to melt, so you decided to suck on it instead.

However, you were unaware that Narancia had stopped writing and was now staring at you with his mouth agape.

He watched as you licked and sucked at the popsicle, and it didn't help at all that it was his favorite flavor. Lewd thoughts were starting to cloud his mind. Thoughts he shouldn't be thinking about when surrounded by his friends, but the way your tongue licked at the treat... the way it ran over the tip, before you sucked it again.

Heat immediately course through him.

Crap! Since when did his pants became tight?

Without warning, Narancia quickly stood up, the chair he had been sitting in falling behind him, startling you.

"Uh, I just remembered I have to go do something!" He exclaimed suddenly before quickly exiting the room.

"Eh!? Wait, Narancia, what's wrong?" You asked, getting up and following after him to see if he was okay and perhaps be of assistance.

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