🍓FugoNara Things🍊

don't wanna picture you with somebody else.

Narancia Ghirga tossed and turned on his bed. He couldn't sleep. The only thing he could think about was Pannacotta Fugo. He was the only thing on his mind. It was always Fugo this, Fugo that. No matter how hard he tried to suppress his feelings for his fellow gang member, they would always come back to haunt him. He soon learned to accept how he felt. He drifted off to sleep later that night thinking about Fugo. He even visited in his dreams.

The next morning, Narancia woke up thinking about, none other than the lovely Fugo. He was so so in love. Or like. Whatever it was. He was in a sour mood because he dreamed about him and Fugo together... but then he woke up, and realised it was all in his head.

It was honestly very out of character for Narancia for being this upset constantly. But these feelings were making him so anxious. He wanted to tell Fugo how he felt, you know. So badly. But what if he didn't like him back? Narancia didn't know what he'd do if he got friendzoned or whatever. What if Fugo liked someone else? He and Giorno seemed pretty close. Jealousy stirred in him as he frowned. Ugh. This was making the poor little orange boy upset again. So he decided to take a little walk to clear his head.

After letting Bucciarati know he was going out, the boy went straight to the park, a place that was always somehow sentimental to him.

Walking around the edge of the park, Narancia went back to thinking about pretty Panna. He physically slapped himself for that dumb nickname, but it's not like anyone will ever know anyways. 'Should I tell him?', Narancia thought. It was an often question that crossed his mind. But the things that could go wrong. Narancia didn't think he was ready for the heartbreak.

Narancia stopped to admire a patch of white lilies growing by the park's fence. 'Pretty...' He thought. 'Like him.' Narancia sighed. This was never gonna get better. He really needed closure. But he also wasn't sure if now was the right time. He was glad to be able to spend time with the strawberry boy, but he was constantly overthinking, what if he only hung out with him out of pity? And if not, did he genuinely enjoy the time he spent with Narancia? Did he like Narancia? Would he ever like Narancia? Would Narancia ever have a chance with him? Should he tell him? Should he tell Fugo how he truly felt about him? Should he??? Narancia groaned. Maybe it was better to be simpleminded like Mista. He wished he could stop overthinking. This was stupid. Pointless and hopeless, as Fugo would say.

After kneeling down to examine the lilies closer, he felt a chill run up his spine, and horrible thoughts filled his head. What if, on a mission Fugo got seriously injured? What if he... died? Or what if that happened to Narancia? He would never be able to confess his feelings then... Narancia quivered. He didn't want Fugo to die. He'd put his own life over his, if anything. God, why was he thinking about this? Narancia aggressively shook his head in a attempt to shake the thoughts away.  Maybe he should tell him...

Narancia knew he wasn't the brightest star out there. He wasn't confident or strong like Bucciarati and Giorno. He wasn't as cool as Mista. And Abbacchio... well, Narancia didn't know how to compare himself to him, but he was like the father figure he never had. He just sucked. Fugo would probably like Giorno more. He's smart, good looking, and strong. Everything Narancia could never be.

Tears started welling up in Narancia's eyes. Fugo would never like him. There's way better people out there. Plus he didn't know how to tell him. He sulked the entire way home, wiping his hot tears from his face and spent the entire day in his room. His head filled with so many thoughts of anger and jealousy and fear and sadness. Oh, what was he gonna do about these feelings.

Maybe he'd tell him another time.