Archive of Our Own

Inside the house, Fugo was watching the beautiful garden from the window.

He certainly didn’t really care about it before, but since Giorno joined the gang, it started to pick Fugo’s attention.

It was a gorgeous thing to see.

(and yeah, he's still talking about the garden, not about Giorno Giovanna and his shiny golden hair and the way a golden halo seems to glow when the sunlight hugs Giorno’s frame making him look like something out of a dream.)

What made him caught his attention in the garden is that one would think that Giorno spent a lot of time taking care of the flowers and bushes in there, but in fact, he didn’t spend too much time on it. Of course, you could see him walking around the garden from time to time but it wasn’t that frequently

Giorno definitely didn't do too much gardening.

But the garden was so beautiful, so alive since he arrived.

Giorno was really cool too. Fugo really enjoyed to interact with him every time they bumped into each other in the halls or in the kitchen, mostly in the library. He is nice company.

A comfortable silence surrounded Fugo when a knock at the door interrupted it. “Fugo, breakfast is ready, so, if you want to eat some.” Narancia’s voice popped in the room.

Still in pajamas, Fugo responded. “Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.”

***

Breakfast went as usual along with Mista's weird questions. Personally, Fugo didn't mind the bizarre things Mista asked in the middle of breakfast, actually, it somehow amazed him how creative Mista was when it came to formulating those questions.

Narancia as usual made his dramatic act of shutting Mista off with his "gross" questions. "Nobody cares, Mista. Just let me enjoy my food without making me think about how eating insects would taste." Narancia made a face like he's having a bad time trying not to think about insects in his food.

Giorno, as always, answered Mista's bullshit like it was a serious topic to discuss about. Just for that, Mista would smile and say that "Giorno is the only cool one in here."

And Fugo couldn't complain with Mista about that, Giorno is pretty cool.

Also, Giorno used to smile back at Mista after that, and something about his smile was so warm and refreshing to see in Fugo's point of view.

Bucciarati sent Mista and Narancia for supplies, food and those things you buy when you go for supplies; so Fugo and Giorno had a free day for them. It was summer vacation period, therefore, Giorno would spend a lot of time in the big house with all the gang.

Giorno was still in school of course, and it surprised Fugo how did Giorno manage to get his homework done, have time to go to school and then do his work in here.

Usually, Giorno would sometimes ask Fugo for a little help with some things but it wasn't that frequent. If you asked Fugo about it, he liked helping him with school things, it was something that he genuinely enjoyed doing even though sometimes Narancia would make him go feral when he was doing math very very wrong, but putting aside that, it felt good helping others with that stuff.

He was reading a book in the living room when Giorno appeared on scene, looking collected as always but with a friendly look in his eyes.

"Hi, Fugo." Giorno greeted and stepped more into the living room where Fugo was when he saw the book on Fugo's lap "Oh, am I disturbing you?"

Fugo turned his gaze at Giorno standing 2 meters away from the couch where he was sitting, "Not at all" Fugo smiled at him and put his book aside. "Come, sit down." Said Fugo, making space for Giorno to sit next to him.

Giorno smiled at him and went to sit down next to Fugo.

"I was feeling like having someone near me."

"Yeah, I get it, sometimes being alone is boring." Fugo responded and gave a little smile to Giorno.

"Yeah. What were you reading?" Giorno asked.

Fugo turned to see the book now on the little table next to him, grabbed it and passed it to Giorno.

"The little prince." Giorno read out loud and smirked. "Cute." He returned the book to Fugo.

"It's always nice to read it, definitely." Fugo felt a little warm spread in his chest at the word "cute".

"It was one of the first books I read as a child." Giorno spoke.

"Interesting, me too." Fugo smiled at Giorno and felt the need to add, "I'm sure you were a living representation of the little prince back then."

Giorno stared at him with easy eyes and a smirk, "Mmm, do you really think that?" He crossed his arms and leaned his back on the couch all while looking at Fugo.

"I mean, yeah, you are basically him, physically; well, according to his description in the book." Fugo copied Giorno's posture on the couch and smirked back at Giorno.

A faint blush appeared in Giorno's cheeks and Fugo started to feel his face starting to get a little warm.

Giorno was trying to hide his faint blush, "Well, then, you were a little prince as a kid too."

Fugo chuckled, "Not at all! My hair's not golden; you can barely see golden color in it, in any case, it's closer to silver," he stared at Giorno with a smile, his face didn't feel warm anymore.

"Anyway, I like your hair though." Giorno complimented Fugo with a little chuckle.

Fugo felt his face burn again.

***

The day Giorno joined the gang, Fugo was excited, truly excited to have someone around his age in the team. Not that Narancia and Mista were bad company, they were pretty cool but sometimes Fugo would feel like a kid around them. Mista once said that in any case, the only more likely to be the kid in the gang was Narancia, obviously Narancia felt 'offended' with that and they started sparring after Mista's statement was said.

Abbacchio was totally a bitch about it saying that Giorno looked like "a dumbass with a superiority complex" after Giorno 'drank' the piss tea he offered him, but in Fugo's, Narancia's and Mista's eyes it was really awesome.

Giorno's welcoming was weird and every time Fugo remembered it, it made him feel like the manners he learned in his childhood were gone. It was super rude not to say "hello" right away when Giorno introduced himself to them, but at the moment, he was really busy with Narancia and he totally forgot how to be a decent human being.

Anyhow, after that not so friendly welcome (and abbacchio's bullshit), he properly introduced himself to Giorno along with Mista and Narancia. They decided that he was cool not so long after that, at the end of the day, Giorno parted ways to his home.

Later that night, while talking with the boys and watching TV, Narancia said, "That Giorno guy seems like he is pretty awesome."

Mista responded, "Oh yeah, totally. Also, he's cute." With his eyes still glued to the TV.

"I know, right? At first I thought he was some famous friend of Bucciarati," Narancia spoke, eating chips, "until I saw Abbacchio's bitchy face."

"God, he really knows how to pull the 'being a big bitch' card." Mista said, chuckling.

"He does." Fugo said along with a laugh. "Don't say that out loud though, we don't know if he's around here now."

"Fugo, please, he's probably making out with Bucciarati in some dark corner of the house." Mista said with a playful smirk.

"Ugh! Don't remind me that, I'm scarred from that time I saw them eating each other's faces in the kitchen." Narancia made a painful face.

"Poor Narancia, always in the wrong places at the wrong time." Fugo chuckled and started eating some chips too.

"And you, Fugo? What do you think about the new member of our team?" Mista asked him and detached his eyes from the TV to look at Fugo.

"What about me? I barely know him." Fugo said, staring at the TV this time.

"It doesn't matter, first impressions." Mista rolled his eyes at him, "Come on, dude. Share your thoughts with us."

"Well, just first impressions." Fugo rested his head on Mista's lap, looking at him in the eyes, a frown in his face, thinking. "I think he's good company… and very pretty." He smirked playfully at both his friends.

Mista smirked just as playfully back, "I think the same, my friend. Honestly, for a moment I thought an angel came down from heaven to see us."

"Mista you are so cheesy, oh my God!" Narancia faked a gag, "but yeah, I get it."

"Oh yeah, and when he drank Abbacchio's piss?! That was insane! how did he do it?" Mista exclaimed, amazed.

"Stand." Fugo responded.

"Well, that is obvious, genius; but how did he do it?" Mista said with big eyes.

Narancia spoke, "I don't know man, maybe he just really drank it all. Badass, may I add."

"There's no way he drank Abbacchio's disgusting urine, that would be too gross." Fugo laughed at Narancia.

"Well, whatever he did, it was worth it 'cause Abbacchio was all pissed off when he did it." Mista chuckled remembering Abbacchio's offended gesture.

"God, I can tell he already hates the new guy." Narancia grimaced at the statement. "Abbacchio truly can be a big pain in the ass when he's in that mode."

"Yeah. Also, I have the impression that he's very clever." Fugo spoke his thoughts.

"We will see that." Mista said and turned to watch the TV again, Narancia did that too.

Fugo was curious about how getting along with Giorno would be. For some reason, he thought it was going to be fun even though he didn't know him at all.

Some weeks later, thankfully, he confirmed that he wasn't wrong about that. Being with Giorno was something everyone enjoyed.

Well, everyone except Abbacchio.

But it was his loss, Fugo thought.

***

"Golden Experience." Giorno said the first time he showed him his stand, "That's their name." Golden Experience was in front of Fugo, looking absolutely gorgeous.

He obviously wondered how Giorno's stand would look like a lot and he didn't expect that.

Now, he became very familiar with Golden Experience, he was used to seeing it very often; mostly when they were together, Giorno used it to bring food or some things that were far away when he was feeling lazy to get up and go for them.

Lately, he is seeing Golden Experience more frequently, and what makes it all weird, is that Giorno is not with it every time it appears close to Fugo.

He hasn't told Giorno about the topic yet, it is weird but it's not alarming. Fugo thought that maybe Giorno summoned it to practice his Stand habilites.

But it confused him because there was one thing that didn't click in Fugo's mind, why was Golden Experience giving him flowers out of nowhere? More specifically, why is Golden Experience giving him Gerbera Daisies and only Gerbera Daisies out of nowhere?

Was it doing it on purpose or it was just accidental? Did Giorno send Golden Experience to do it?

Fugo was reading peacefully in the library when Golden Experience popped in front of him, he looked at it with a little confused frown.

"Hello, Golden Experience." Fugo said to the Stand and put his book aside, still sitting on the armchair.

The Stand stared at him with its blank eyes, serious face for a few seconds, staying still in front of Fugo.

"It's always nice to see you." Fugo gave Golden Experience a soft smile "What's bringing you here?"

The Stand seemed to glow for a moment and somehow, its eyes softened. "Did Giorno sent you?" Fugo asked it.

Golden Experience didn't respond, it just stayed there staring at him softly. Fugo was confused about the whole thing but he didn't dismiss the Golden Experience, he waited for it to do something. Not so long passed when Golden Experience showed him a Gerbera Daisy and gave it to him.

It was a light pink Gerbera, beautiful and alive. "Thanks a lot for the gift." Fugo smiled at it.

In return, Golden Experience smiled at him, well, gave him an attempt of a smile (he is not sure if Stands can show emotions through facial gestures, well, aside of Sex Pistols.)

Golden Experience waved him goodbye and disappeared.

It has been this way since two weeks ago, almost everyday.

The first time Golden Experience appeared to give Fugo a flower, it scared the living shit out of him. He screamed when he turned around and saw Golden Experience behind him with a blank expression, for a moment he thought the ghosts Narancia used to tell him about were real. (thank God nobody was near to hear him scream.)

Now, he would expect Golden Experience to appear at any minute.

Fugo grabbed the flower and went to his bedroom where he kept the other Gerberas Golden Experience had gifted him. He put the new one in the vase where the others were. There were about a dozen Gerberas of all colors in the vase, looking fresh and beautiful as if time didn’t pass for them. Fugo’s really not sure how Golden Experience works when giving life to things but it was really amazing to see that the flowers didn’t seem to die.

Now, thinking of it, where was Giorno? He has not seen him since breakfast when Bucciarati told him to do some things along with Mista. Golden Experience is here, so obviously Giorno has already arrived from the mission he was sent.

Fugo closed the door and went downstairs to check. “Giorno? Are you there?” he asked in the empty space.

He checked the kitchen, no signs of Giorno. The living room was empty too, and Mista? Where was he too?

Fugo searched in almost every room of the big house, he gave up and decided to go outside in the garden. Maybe Giorno passed out in his bedroom, hard day or whatever. If that was the case, he didn’t want to go and disturb Giorno’s nap.

In the garden, he sat down on the grass and closed his eyes. The sun was warm and cozy today, it felt good on his face. Fugo took some time to enjoy it until he heard something that was definitely not a bee or a frog. Fugo opened his eyes in an instant and turned to see what it was, there was nobody. He decided to ignore it and continued to bask in the sun.

Then, he felt hands on his shoulders, “BOO!”

“wOAH, OH MY GOD!” Fugo cried out, turning to see who was the responsable.

It was Giorno, of course it was Giorno. Giorno with round green eyes and a beautiful smile and a warm laugh. Fugo’s heart was beating fast but he wasn’t sure if that was totally because of the scare.

“Hi, Fugo.” Giorno greeted, laughing softly at Fugo.

“God, Giorno, you really scared me. Don’t do that, please.” Fugo said, hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart.

“Yeah, sorry, I just couldn’t resist.” Giorno shrugged, a playful smile decorating his face.

Jesus Christ, he’s so pretty, Fugo’s heart skipped a beat.

Fugo shaked his head to put those thoughts aside, it’s not the time, “I like to see that you are having fun, but, I’m serious; what if I had let Purple Haze out?” Fugo stared at Giorno, making eye contact.

Giorno stopped smiling for a moment, but then, he smiled at Fugo again. A soft smile this time.

“Yeah, you see... I’m not afraid of Purple Haze.” Giorno’s eyes reflected the truth in them, Fugo couldn’t understand.

Why? Why isn’t Giorno afraid of Purple Haze? He should be, Purple Haze was evil, a mistake that should not exist, less being near the people he loved.

A frown in Fugo’s face appeared, a question in his gaze that Giorno didn’t bother to answer.

“Okay then, it’s just that I don't want you to be hurt, especially from me.” Fugo decided to say.

“If you ask me, I think you are incapable of hurting me.” Giorno nudged him gently. A little smirk painted on his lips.

Fugo himself doubted that in some way (all the time), but hearing Giorno say those words, he thought that maybe Giorno wasn’t wrong at all.

Fugo started to feel a blush starting to spread on his cheeks and a warm sensation inside his chest. It felt weird, but incredibly nice.

He fought the blush back because it wasn't the moment to be blushing over Giorno. "Well, may I ask where Mista is?" He glanced at the house with a poker face.

"He's outside, went with Abbacchio to wherever he is with Bucciarati." Giorno answered looking at Fugo with easy eyes. "He might be back in an hour or two."

"Of course. Have you noticed that Bucciarati and Abbacchio are being all lovey-dovey with each other lately?" Fugo turned his gaze to Giorno.

"More than usual? Yeah." Giorno said, "I think someone is going to propose sooner or later." A glow in his pretty green eyes appeared.

"Huh, you think?" Fugo smiled at him.

"Yeah. Not so sure who will propose but I bet it's gonna be Bucciarati." Giorno started walking inside the house, Fugo followed him.

Inside the house, Fugo took a seat on one of the armchairs in the living room. "I say that Abbacchio is gonna be the one." Fugo relaxed in the armchair.

"Let's wait and see what happens, okay?" Giorno sat on one of the armrests of Fugo's armchair.

The next moment, Giorno started to play with Fugo's hair. "Jeez, I really like your hair a lot, Fugo." Giorno said softly at him.

Fugo took a deep breath and relaxed under Giorno's touch, he said nothing but made clear that he heard Giorno.

Nodding his head slowly, Fugo felt something like butterflies in his stomach.

***

It must be said the Fugo might have a crush on Giorno.

Who wouldn't, right?

Right?

"Fugo, do you want to see a movie with me?" Giorno was standing and peeking out his face through Fugo's bedroom door frame.

Fugo jumped a little from his bed at hearing Giorno's voice.

It's still unexpected for him to see Giorno pop in front of him like Golden Experience does lately. Like, one thing is Golden Experience appearing suddenly in front of him, and another thing is the cause of the feeling of having a fucking beehive inside his stomach (Giorno) suddenly appearing in front of him.

"Hi, Giorno." Fugo made space in his bed for Giorno to lay beside him, Giorno started walking to Fugo's bed.

"Hi, Fugo." Giorno joined to lay on Fugo's bed. "So, are you going to watch a movie with me? I wanted to ask Narancia too but he's taking a nap, the last mission wore him tired, and Mista is busy helping Bucciarati with things. There's something going on with Mista and those two, lately they've been calling him to help them a lot." Giorno raised an eyebrow at that and gave Fugo a little smirk.

Fugo looked at him and said, "You are right, there's something weird going on."

"I think Mista is helping them to propose to each other without the other knowing." Giorno rolled on the bed facing Fugo, sounding thoughtful.

"Probably, but we will just wait. Mista is a sucker for those things, romantic things are his passion." Fugo grinned at Giorno, chuckling.

"Of course Mista is weak for love and cheesy actions." Giorno laughed. "Also, there's one thing that makes me think that the proposal business is true; I don't know if you have noticed but, lately, Abbacchio has not been a mean girl with me." A pout appeared on his face.

"Woah... that's true, I didn't think about it that way." Fugo whispered loud enough for Giorno to listen. "That's a good thing, maybe now he will stop being a grumpy asshole."

"The wonders of love." Giorno joked and smirked at him.

"You can say so." Fugo said

"So, back to business, your answer to my offer is?"

"Totally, affirmative. I'm in." Fugo answered and sat on the bed, Giorno followed.

"Cool!" Giorno's smile was radiant, Fugo almost went blind with it, but it would be a good way to go blind.

Giorno took Fugo's hand and held it, guiding Fugo to Giorno's bedroom. Once in Giorno's bedroom, the TV was ready, there were snacks on a little table and the ambient felt cozy.

Giorno went to his bed and patted the empty space next to him for Fugo to go there.

'Silence of the lambs' passed quickly along with popcorns and lemonade. It was always a fun film to see. Giorno's comments throughout the movie were really fun to listen to and Fugo always liked to hear people's thoughts about movies. Giorno is a cool company to see movies with.

"Well, it's always nice to watch it." Giorno turned to look at Fugo while this one did the same.

"I agree. Wanna see another?" Fugo proposed with a little smile across his face.

"What time is it?" Giorno asked curiously, Fugo checked his watch.

"8:15 pm. Kinda late, want me to leave?" Fugo raised a brow to Giorno, questioning.

"Nah, it's okay. Kind of early for me actually, for you?" Giorno said and got a little bit closer to Fugo, just to keep himself warm. Fugo was very warm.

Fugo noticed this and his stomach began to feel like it always does when Giorno did these things.

Well, when Giorno's did nothing actually. It always happened when Giorno was near him, looking pretty and radiant.

"Early for me too, I just thought that you wanted to sleep." Fugo responded, Giorno stared at him for a moment and pulled himself more close to Fugo.

Fugo was beginning to feel his cheeks warm but tried to ignore it. Giorno's face rested on Fugo's arm and he looked at their legs stretched on the sheets.

"Not at all, I'm okay like this. You are warm." Giorno snuggled him and closed his eyes.

Fugo couldn't believe how Giorno wasn't sheepish about this and didn't blush when Fugo himself felt like he was going to combust and die from having his crush hugging him.

"O-Okay, cool." Fugo tried to speak, and cleared his throat, "you feel warm too." He focused on trying to calm down his teenage-with-a-crush nerves. A few seconds with comfortable silence passed and Fugo started to feel calm and collected.

He snuggled Giorno back. (a bit sheepish but collected all the same.)

They spent some time cuddling on the bed and talking about silly things they had in mind. After spending almost 30 minutes hugging, Fugo started to feel hungry.

"Hey, do you wanna get some dinner with me?" Fugo sat straight on the bed, staring at Giorno with questioning eyes.

Giorno seemed to get a little bit red, but as soon as the blush appeared, it disappeared, Giorno smiled at him, kinda playful and kinda shy.

"You and me alone in the kitchen, having dinner?" Giorno's smile became a smirk, implying a date.

Fugo raised a brow and looked at Giorno with a confused gaze, then, after a moment, he understood what Giorno was insinuating.

"Oh my God, yeah, sure. Just you, me and whoever we bump into with us." Fugo laughed softly at Giorno, without the intention of being rude. It's just that Giorno playfully suggesting a date was something crazy, why would Giorno want to have a date with him? God, Giorno was something out of a dream.

Giorno pouted at him but it didn't last long because in the next moment, he was laughing with Fugo too.

Fugo took Giorno's hand out of impulse and guided him to the kitchen.

Giorno softly squeezed Fugo's hand all the way through the hallways. Fugo squeezed back.

"I'm very hungry, like, I know we have been eating junk food but I really need something substantial." Fugo said when they arrived at the kitchen, he let Giorno's hand go.

Giorno suddenly felt his hand cold, Fugo too.

"Surprisingly, me too, Fugo. Want me to help you to do whatever you are going to do?" Giorno asked.

"Nah, it's okay, Giorno. Just talk to me while I prepare some sandwiches for both of us. Cooking in silence is pretty boring." Fugo smiled at Giorno.

Giorno took a seat and started telling Fugo funny things that happened during his last mission along with Mista.

Fugo laughed.

Time flight and the sandwiches were done. The sandwiches were very tasty. After that, they ate some ice cream that was in the fridge.

Vanilla tasted sweet on Fugo's mouth.

But for Fugo, the sweetest thing in the room was Giorno's smile directed at him.

***

"It's hot today!" Fugo complained to nobody but Giorno heard anyway.

"Yeah, I know. I feel gross." Giorno sighed because it really was very hot outside today.

"God, I swear that after this, Bucciarati owes us an ice cream or some frosting shit." Fugo frowned in irritation, starting to feel his clothes stick to his skin thanks to disgusting sweat.

"Absolutely, but, c'mon, we almost finished collecting protection money." Giorno looked equally irritated as Fugo.

Fugo turned to stare at Giorno. That wasn't fair, like, how doesn't Giorno look like a gross sweaty mess under this fucking heat? Was he even human?

"Just three more stores and we are done here." Fugo sighed and kept walking alongside Giorno.

They kept doing their work and entered one of the stores left. Fresh air immediately soothing Fugo's and Giorno's suffering.

"I'm grateful for the air conditioner. Its creator must be in heaven surely, for making people happy." Fugo played a little bit dramatic but not lying about his statement, the air conditioner was a blessing to this world.

Fugo stood right under the air conditioner vents, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, a tiny smirk of relief on his lips.

Giorno laughed, observing Fugo's little dramatic display. People surely were looking at them kind of weirdly but they didn't care at all.

"The creator definitely is in heaven if it's making you happy." Giorno blurted out without thinking. Blush began to show on his face but he could blame it on the heat.

Fugo giggled softly without opening his eyes, "Surely, thanks Willis Carrier." Fugo felt affection starting to spread in his chest at the words of Giorno.

Giorno smiled at the fact that Fugo of course knows the name of the air conditioner inventor. (giorno had the urge to give Fugo a quick kiss on the cheek but he controlled himself.)

After cooling themselves a little, they collected the money left and finished their duties for today. Fugo started walking towards an ice cream truck near them.

"Still want an ice cream or a popsicle?" Fugo asked at Giorno.

"Yes, please." Giorno responded and waited on the line with Fugo.

Fugo asked for two ice cream, strawberry for him and vainilla for Giorno, he also bought a bottle of water just in case.

Giorno turned the bottle into a tiny green parrot. Fugo watched the creature in awe, "Just so we don't have to carry it around." Said Giorno and sat on a bench near them, Fugo of course followed.

"I wanna go on vacation somewhere." Fugo commented, ice cream on hand. Giorno thought he looked extremely cute.

"Mhm? Where?" Giorno asked, attention in his eyes, eating his ice cream calmly.

Fugo's gaze landed on Giorno's figure, always collected and elegant and gorgeous and ineffable. Fugo was sure he was giving him heart eyes without noticing so he turned to see people pass in front of them.

"The beach."

"Sounds great to me, let's go someday with the boys." Giorno approved and kept enjoying his ice cream.

Fugo did the same.

An hour after that, they returned to the gang's big house. Giorno excused himself to go take a shower.

Fugo went to his room too, when he opened the door to enter, he saw Narancia sitting on his bed reading some comics.

"Hello?" Fugo closed the door behind him and turned to take a look at the colorful (gerbera) flowers in the vase near the window.

"I didn't know you like flowers." Narancia said with curiosity.

Fugo grinned at him, "Yeah, I like them. You are just too distracted to notice it." He let himself fall in the bed, closed his eyes and heard Narancia sit more properly.

"Mmm, are you sure that Giorno isn't the one you like instead?" Narancia gave Fugo a shit-eating smirk, his voice in the I'm-a-little-teasing-shit mode.

Fugo opened his eyes alarmed, red spreading on his face and sat.

"I don't have a clue what you are talking about, Narancia." Fugo answered indignantly. (but it was just an act that even Narancia noticed was bullshit.)

"C'mon, man, you are not that good at hiding it." Narancia laughed at him and rolled his eyes.

"Mista must have brainwashed you with his sappy romantic shit." Fugo was still blushing and didn't make eye contact with Narancia.

"Oh my God, no. Fugo, everyone can notice it, like, you are always giving him heart eyes." Narancia batted his eyelashes, obviously mocking Fugo.

"No, I don't." Fugo felt embarrassed because this was a conversation he didn't want to have with Narancia, he just wants to be alone with his feelings.

"Cut the crap, Fugo. We are going to talk about this because you obviously need someone to tell." Narancia took his comics scattered all over the bed.

Fugo definitely wants to speak about how amazing Giorno is with someone, but he truly didn't expect Narancia would be the one to push him to do it, in any case, that could have been Mista.

"Oh my God, Narancia, please, shut up. It's embarrassing." Fugo covered his face with his hands, throwing himself back to the bed.

"It's not embarrassing liking Giorno." Narancia slapped Fugo's hands away from his face, "Hey! Who wouldn't like Giorno?!" said Narancia exclaiming the latest.

"I know that!" Fugo was red all over his face. "I'm not embarrassed about cherishing Giorno, I'm embarrassed of talking about this with you or anyone."

"Don't be like that, Fugo!" Narancia said, pouting.

Fugo groans at him, surrendering, "Okay then, if you insist."

And Fugo tells him, tells Narancia all about Giorno. Fugo tells Narancia the way he feels everytime Giorno is in the same room as him, tells that Giorno's laugh is like hearing celestial music, tells the way Giorno's eyes glow with life, the way Giorno's hair is like a shower of gold. He tells Narancia about the flowers Golden Experience has been giving him— ("oh! so that explains those flowers in here" narancia said, listening carefully.)— and how the flowers don't seem to die,— ("aww, fugo, you are so cute. you keep every single one of them, sappy.")— Fugo tells Narancia about how he loves to spend time with Giorno.

"Woah…" Narancia said in surprise, he really didn't know how to respond at all the things Fugo said about Giorno.

"I know." Fugo sighed, a tiny smile on his face.

"You feel things for him." Narancia lifted his arms and let himself fall on the mattress.

"I know." Fugo just answered. He lifted himself from the bed and stood up.

Fugo didn't realize before how much he liked Giorno. Before, he thought that he enjoyed spending time with him because they were just friends and Giorno is a wonderful person. He thought that maybe it was something platonic to think that Giorno is beautiful.

Turns out it was not something platonic.

But, this feels good, this felt like happiness.

Giorno feels like happiness.

***

"Fugo." Giorno called him.

Fugo lifted his gaze where Giorno's face was, "Oh, Giorno, hi." A soft smile decorating his lips.

"Hi." Giorno sat next to Fugo, sitting straight and with his hands on his knees like he was thinking about something seriously.

Fugo raised an eyebrow, questioningly. Giorno wasn't looking at him, he was watching the garden with wide eyes. "Giorno?"

Suddenly, Giorno turned his gaze to stare at Fugo, still with wide eyes like if something unbelievable has happened. "Abbacchio just hugged me?"

Uh? Abbacchio?

"Abbacchio just hugged you." Fugo was confused about the statement, but then, he remembered that Abbacchio is used to be a total mean bitch with Giorno. "Abbacchio just hugged you, what the fuck?" Without intending to, Fugo copied Giorno's surprised face.

"I know, right?" Giorno answered in an unbelievable tone, as he's just processing the information. "God, I swear there's something going on between Bucciarati and him because  Abbacchio would have never hugged me in any other scenario."

"Make a wish then." Fugo said in a playful tone, a smirk on his face.

Giorno smirked back at him, "I have already done that."

"And, why did he hug you?" Fugo asked curiously, seriously this was unexpected.

"I'm not sure but I think it is because I just helped him with giving him an idea or some shit." Giorno said, still confused, "He said: 'Oh, Giorno, you are a genius. Thanks a lot' and I responded: 'well, thanks but I think that title is for Fugo tho', then proceeded to hug me." He shrugged at Fugo and lifted his eyebrows.

"He's so weird." Fugo chuckled softly, then, he took in count what Giorno said about him. "Soooo, you think I'm a genius?" A lovely smirk on Fugo's face appeared.

"Of course I do, I find pretty amazing the fact that you speak italian, english, spanish, french, german and portuguese." Giorno stared at Fugo, making eye contact with a silly smile on his face.

"Speaking six languages doesn't make me a genius, Giorno, everyone is capable of that!" Fugo exclaimed in a funny tone.

"To me, yes, it makes you a genius. Accept the compliment and enjoy it, also, your 152 IQ is basically there screaming that to everyone." Giorno had a smug grin displayed on his features.

"Oh no! Did Mista tell you about my IQ?" Fugo groaned in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands, "I told him not to go around and tell about my IQ to everyone he meets."

Giorno laughed, "Why? It's incredible!" He took Fugo's hands to uncover his face from him.

Fugo felt a little blush crippling with the sudden contact.

Giorno looks so cute, Fugo wants to kiss him.

"It's just that if I –Mista– go around telling that, people will think that I'm a genius with a superiority complex... an asshole." Fugo grimaced in thought.

"Well, Mista is proud of having a genius friend. I'm proud too." Giorno gave him a beaming smile.

Fugo's heart skipped a beat, giving Giorno a beaming smile back. Feeling like he had fucking dinosaurs jumping in his belly.

Out of impulse, Fugo cradled Giorno's face, then kissed him on the forehead.

"You are amazing, Giorno." Fugo spoke, sheepishness threatening to make him wanna run and scream immediately. (scream of happiness, of course.)

Giorno flushed, face all red. "I- Thanks." Face still cupped in Fugo's hands.

Fugo noticed that he was still cupping his face, he removed his hands, "Oh, yeah, u-uh, sorry." Fugo sat, turned his head, looking at his shoes instead.

"D-don't apologize, it's okay."

Giorno turned his head too, suddenly their shoes were very interesting.

Even though the situation seemed awkward, they both had a shy smile on their faces.

"Hey, I was thinking, wanna go watch a movie in my room?" Giorno asked awkwardly, staring at Fugo again.

"Yes."

And they went to Giorno's bedroom. 

Fugo didn't know what movie Giorno picked because, honestly, he wasn't paying attention to it and he was sure that Giorno wasn't paying attention either.

They talked about random things.

They talked about what animal they would be, about how Giorno disliked food with chicken in it, about how Fugo liked to watch the garden through his window, about how they both style their hair.

A lot of things.

"Fun fact, I don't only speak italian." Giorno blurted out between giggles.

"Oh?" Fugo said with surprise, round eyes.

"Wanna know?" Giorno proposed playfully.

"Totally." Fugo was genuinely intrigued about what Giorno was about to say.

"Obviously english." Giorno rolled his eyes in a matter-of-fact mode, a smirk along with it, "And… Japanese!" He made jazz hands to point it out.

Fugo's mouth was open in a little 'o'

"Really? I didn't expect that." Fugo spoke with surprise in his voice. "Giorno, you are full of surprises."

"I guess but you are not exactly an open book too, anyway, I would like you to kiss me." Giorno said in japanese, just to brag a little.

"I don't have an idea of what you've just said but you sound so cool." Fugo snickered.

"Nothing important, I said 'thanks a lot', see? Not so much." Giorno told him casually. "Now, your turn, say something in one of the many languages you speak." Excitement appeared in his tone.

"Okay, okay. Let me think." Fugo leaned his face on one hand, pondering what he could say, "Got it. I really like the way you are and I fancy giving you a kiss right now." Fugo finished with a smug smirk.

Giorno's face was priceless, surprise on his features. Some blush in his cheeks but that may be because of the heat.

"That sounded brilliant, Fugo! So skilled, I envy you." Giorno narrowed his eyes at Fugo but with an amused smile. "Let me guess! it was… german?" Giorno titled his head some, wondering if he got it right.

"It was german indeed." Fugo nodded in response. "If you are interested in what I just have said, I said 'Hi I don't know what to say exactly but here it is some German', kinda boring." Fugo shrugged.

"Stop saying lies! It was amazing, nothing about you is boring, Fugo." Giorno nudged him on the arm lightly.

Fugo nudged him back playfully.

The movie showing on the TV of Giorno's cozy bedroom still played, soundtrack and dialogues making white noise over the two boys' conversation.

The only thing Fugo could pay attention to was Giorno's presence and Giorno's hand on his, pressing his fingers along with Fugo's, a light touch making him feel like nothing else mattered.

Teenage crushes surely are something special.

***

"Thanks a lot for the gift, Golden Experience." Fugo grabbed the gerbera that Golden Experience was offering him as is usual now.

Golden Experience attempted to smile, and… they were close to accomplish it, but it turned out kinda creepy.

Golden Experience popped out of existence immediately after that. Fugo sighed softly, the gerbera today was a yellow one, bright and shiny.

He walked to his room to put it with the others in the vase. With the time, the gerberas were starting to occupy all the space left and there was almost none.

Fugo will need another vase.

Through the window, Fugo could see Bucciarati enjoying the flowers in the garden. Maybe he will go and have a chat with him.

In about less than 2 minutes, Fugo was on the first floor making his way to the garden. "Hi, Bucciarati!" Fugo greeted smiley.

"Fugo! Hey!" Bucciarati waved him in salute. "Come here." A bright smile was on his face. Fugo started walking where Bucciarati was standing.

"Bucciarati, it's a miracle to see you around here." Fugo kind of joked at Bruno, he wasn't exaggerating when he said that seeing Bruno was a miracle. He barely sees him around the house anymore, when he arrives, Fugo is always already asleep and the others too.

"Oh! Well, sorry? I've been super busy these days, you have no idea." Bucciarati said in response to Fugo, a silly grin displayed while explaining.

"Don't be sorry, I didn't mean it like that." Fugo sat on the grass, not caring about getting dirt and grass stains on his clothes. "Being a capo must be pretty tiring." Fugo sighed jokingly.

"Yes, hard work and all that stuff." Bucciarati sat down next to Fugo, looking extremely dreamy.

"I suppose Abbacchio is always helping you with that." The teasing mode in Fugo's voice was noticed by Bucciarati because he turned to stare at him, "Heh, such a sweetheart lately. Do you know the reason why Abbacchio is starting to like being alive? Some days ago, he hugged Giorno out of nowhere. Giorno, a surprise."

"Seriously? He hugged Giorno? Oh, he's acting weird." Bucciarati said as he lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe he's finally starting to warm up to Giorno." He smiled.

"Mmm, maybe. That reminds me, I barely see him around here too." Fugo tried to make Bucciarati give him a clue about if his bet with Giorno was actually happening. "Is he with you?"

"Of course he's with me, not all the time but he's with me, mostly." A faint blush was showing on Bucciarati's bronze skin. "Mista is spending more time with him, tho."

"Surely." Fugo's gaze was on the sky, a clear sunny sky was above him.

Fugo liked when the days were like this, when the sun was there, warming, and not a deadly laser trying to roast everything on Earth. Even though these last days were incredibly hot thanks to summer and its heat waves, today was chill. Wind blows kindly and fresh through him, Fugo hopes it stays that way tomorrow too.

"Speaking of Giorno, how is it going?" Fugo stopped watching the sky when Bucciarati spoke.

"Cool." Fugo stared at Bucciarati, smiling but not saying anything else.

"Just cool?" Bucciarati frowned at him, obviously not satisfied with the answer Fugo gave him.

"Yes." Fugo continued to enjoy the sky above him. It certainly was cool but knowing Bucciarati he was going to ask a lot of details about their friendship and feelings and a lot of that stuff Fugo didn't have the courage right now to talk about with other human beings. 

"Cool. It's okay then, don't deepen the subject." Bucciarati dismissed the topic… or well, kinda, "Albeit, I just noticed that you two get along very well and seem to be very good friends and care for each other."

Fugo rolled his eyes and huffs, "I knew you were going to make me talk about it." Smirking, Fugo threw himself on the grass.

"Only if you want to!" Bucciarati exclaims, trying to excuse himself. "I only said that you two get along very well, that's all! No implications." He laughs quietly.

"Well, yes, we get along very well." Fugo smiles remembering Giorno, (which right now is helping Mista doing breakfast.)

"Giorno talks a lot about you with me." Bucciarati lets out, "He says that you are incredible and loves your company." Bucciarati now is implying something.

Fugo stared at him, narrowing his eyes. "I think the same about him." He carefully says.

"Nice to hear that." Bucciarati smirked smugly at Fugo, like he knew what was happening in Fugo's mind at the sound of Giorno's name.

Maybe Narancia was right, he may not be very subtle when he's around Giorno lately.

But he can't help it, he doesn't even notice when he sees Giorno with "heart eyes" as Narancia said.

It's a good thing that Abbacchio doesn't know about his crush on Giorno because if there's something more annoying than Narancia teasing, it's Abbacchio teasing him because of it.

Fugo shook his head at the thought of it. He hopes Abbacchio hasn't noticed anything.

"Bucciarati, Fugo! Breakfast is ready!" Narancia shouted from inside the kitchen.

"Got it! Thanks!" Fugo screamed back. Bucciarati just responded with a "Thanks Narancia, in a minute."

Narancia peeked his face, a big smile on it and gave them thumbs up from afar.

They heard when Narancia called Abbacchio too, "HEY! ABBACCHIO, WAKE UP!! OR YOU ARE GOING TO BECOME A BIG MEAN ASSHOLE WHEN YOU SEE THAT THERE'S NO BREAKFAST LEFT FOR YOU!!"

Well, actually, the whole neighborhood must have heard Narancia, not only them.

Fugo and Bucciarati winced from it.

Abbacchio didn't take long to bawl out. "SHUT UP! I'M FUCKING GOING NOW. God, you are an annoying little shit!"

"Let's go before Narancia eats our plate." Bucciarati chuckled.

"Right. It smells so good! I swear Mista is gifted with a talent." Fugo could feel himself salivating from the delicious smell of breakfast.

***

They were in Fugo's bedroom this time.

Mista fell asleep on the couch down in the living room while watching TV with them and Narancia was out with Abbacchio buying groceries for the meals.

Bucciarati went… somewhere out too? He just said to the three of them before leaving, "I'm going out to check a thing." But never really specified what he was gonna do.

It was none of their business after all, Bucciarati always knows what he's doing.

So, after all that, Giorno and Fugo were in Fugo's room.

"Giorno, can Golden Experience create human beings?" Fugo asked, quitting his attention from the book he had on his hands.

Giorno stopped reading too and stopped for a moment to think. "I haven't thought about it." Hand on his chin, contemplating the question.

"Well, do you think they are capable of creating humans?" Fugo put his book on the little table next to his bed.

Giorno reflexed the question for a few more seconds and finally he concluded, "I don't think they can." Giorno saw Fugo with thoughtful eyes. "I kind of think that it goes against nature."

Golden Experience took form next to Giorno, with their casual poker gaze and blank eyes. Fugo believed that Golden Experience was gorgeous, even though sometimes their attempts to smile at him looked weird. They were cute, actually.

"This could end in a total failure or in a horrible result, maybe in a good one." Giorno straightened and looked serious. "Let's find out, shall we?" Curiosity shines through his eyes even if his posture was serious.

Fugo was excited to see the result too.

Also, he hopes nothing dangerous comes from this.

Giorno concentrated on Golden Experience but this one seemed to not understand what he was going to do. After a while, they started to move. Giorno opened his eyes to see what Golden Experience was doing with a frown.

Fugo also had a frown, an expectative frown.

"There should not be a problem. I mean, by logic, humans are living beings and animals after all." Fugo added to the silence in the room.

"Yes, but there's one thing that separates us from other animals. It's not the soul, animals have souls too." Giorno pursed his lips, pondering, "I'm not sure what it is, but I have the feeling that this is not going to work, but, if it works I think that would be kinda creepy."

"If you are not sure about this, don't do it, Giorno. I'm not forcing you to do it. It's your choice, always." Fugo said softly at the golden boy.

"No, actually, I'm intrigued about this. If I were alone I would have second thoughts, but you are here with me, making me feel safe." Giorno smiled shyly, feeling suddenly hyper-aware of Fugo's gaze on him.

Silence, Golden Experience glowed radiantly.

Fugo didn't know what to say to those words.

God, he definitely wants to kiss Giorno so bad, it's not fair.

Golden Experience went near the desk in Fugo's room. Doing their work, the desk began to change its form.

Giorno and Fugo watched with wide eyes, waiting for the result.

After some seconds that felt like minutes, the desk turned into some human form but not quite human too., Making tiny noises.

A monkey.

A monkey appeared in front of them. Wide eyes as the ones Giorno and Fugo had in his faces.

Giorno started to laugh, Fugo followed immediately.

"OH MY GOD, A MONKEY?!" Giorno laughed in disbelief, the situation was so funny to him.

Fugo laughed just as loud as the boy next to him. It was funny, but honestly, Giorno's laugh was making him laugh more, it was infectious.

"A failure, I told you so!" Giorno breathed, trying to calm himself. Leaning on Fugo lightly while still chuckling.

Fugo giggled, "Not so bad, it kinda looks like Narancia!" Fugo glanced at the monkey that now was observing the things in the room.

"How can you say that? Fugo! Don't be like that!" Giorno frowned but he was clearly holding on a laugh.

"You wanna laugh!" Fugo poked Giorno's cheek, tensed by the force of trying not to give into laughing.

"I don't! Take it back!" Giorno grabbed a pillow near him, and hit Fugo lightly with it.

"What?" Fugo laughed because this was too funny for him, his belly started to hurt. "I didn't say it in a mean way!"

Giorno smirked and hit Fugo again with the pillow. "Of course" he rolled his eyes, smiling playfully.

"Yes! It's not an ugly monkey! It's cute in its own way!" Fugo took the other pillow left on the bed, just to block Giorno's attacks.

Giorno snickered, "You are crazy!" And the pillow fight began. Fugo hit Giorno with his pillow in response.

Fugo's smile appeared along with two dimples on his cheeks. "No, you are crazy!"

Fugo jumped and tangled himself with Giorno, both boys fighting with pillows. Almost noiseless bangs, chuckles and some shrieks filled the room.

At some point, Fugo ended up on top of Giorno, Giorno laid on the bed smiling at Fugo. The game stopped suddenly.

Fugo dimples were showing and Giorno got distracted with them. Without thinking, Giorno lifted his hand up to Fugo's face, not cupping his face.

Giorno's finger traced one of Fugo's dimples, Pannacotta didn't stop smiling. Stroking Fugo's cheek with the back of his index finger, Giorno breathed deeply, it sounded like a dreamy sigh.

"See? You are crazy." Fugo murmured gently. He looked serious but not quite serious at the same time. Actually, he was taken aback by Giorno's caress. Dimples disappearing for a moment, but it didn't stop Giorno from caressing Fugo's cheek.

Giorno's mouth turned into a tiny shy smile, Fugo couldn't bring himself to feel awkward about it. Warm on his chest spreaded, he felt a lot of things that he couldn't name right in the moment when Giorno was doing this.

Fugo felt like his heart was dancing around, jumping from side to side. The room became warmer than before, neither of them moved.

Click

"Hey Fugo, what's going on?" Without knocking, Mista began to open the door.

Fugo and Giorno sat and composed themselves as if their lives depended on Mista not witnessing the cute display.

"What's all that noise?" With sleepy eyes, Mista took a glance at the room, an adorable frown like he had just been woken up.

The two boys on the bed already had their books opened on a random page, pretending to read.

"Hey Mista, what's up?" Giorno greeted, waving at him. His hair a mess, golden locks out of place.

Fugo was breathing fast but tried to dissimulate. "Oh! Hi, Mista" said Fugo nonchalantly and continued to pretend reading.

"Hi?" Mista responded confused at the scenario, something for him was odd in here. "What were you doing? I heard a lot of noise coming from here." He leaned himself on the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Nothing? We were just talking." Giorno let out, shrugging like he didn't know what Mista was talking.

Were they really that loud? Fugo looked at Mista smiling at them.

"Sure thing." Mista shrugged, giving up and turning to walk out of the room. A weird noise was heard and Mista stopped.

Oh, yeah… the monkey was still there and looked interested in Mista.

The small monkey threw curious glances at Mista. "What the fuck is that?" Mista frowned, processing what the hell a monkey was doing in there.

"A monkey." Fugo rolled his eyes.

"I know that, Fugo." Mista rolled his eyes too, "I meant, what is that doing here?" He pointed to the creature sitting on the floor.

"Ah, yes! Golden Experience!" Giorno called his Stand, this one appeared with their usual posture waiting for orders. "I totally forgot about it." Golden Experience went where the monkey was, pet it a little and turned it back again into a desk.

The Stand disappeared once their work was done. Fugo's desk was once again there and in place.

Giorno grinned at Mista standing near the open door. "An experiment that went wrong. Right, Fugo?"

"Indeed." Both boys watched Mista with mirrored gestures.

"Okay, I will not ask any further details about it." Mista sighed at them, "By the way, I'm going to make dinner because I'm starving. If you are hungry, you are welcome to come downstairs and eat some." Mista offered kindly, giving them his usual warm smile.

"Need help?" Giorno asked.

"I'm alright. Thanks, Giorno." Mista dismissed, "I'll leave you both here doing… whatever you were doing." The gunman shook his head.

"Cool." Fugo just said in response, pretending to still be reading.

"Cool." Mista mocked him playfully, "Oh, right. Fugo, you are reading in the wrong way, your book is backwards." The shit-eating smirk Mista gave Fugo made him feel self-conscious.

Ugh, how did Mista even notice? "Thanks, man." Fugo grumbled.

"No problem, man." Mista chuckled, waving the teens goodbye. The door closed again and the boys were left alone again.

Fugo is pretty sure that Mista knew they were not just reading and something else was going on before he appeared in the room.

He will not ask Mista about his suspicions though.

Giorno must have thought that was funny because he started to laugh, Fugo felt embarrassed but smiled anyway.

When his laugh stopped, Giorno turned to see the vase full of gerbera daisies that Fugo kept near his window. A beaming smile took place on Giorno's pretty face but he said nothing about it.

***

Fugo needs to do something about the gerberas in his room because the vase he's using to keep them will give up at any moment if he continues to put more gerberas in it.

"Abbacchio, a question, do you know if we have any vase available?" Fugo asked the man doing his makeup.

"Fugo, I'm busy." Abbacchio didn't stop putting mascara on his eyelashes.

"I don't care. Do we have?" Fugo insisted, rolling his eyes and stepping in the room.

"Ask Giorno, he's the one that likes being mother nature in his free time." Abbacchio glanced at Fugo through the mirror, sighed heavily. "Check in my bathroom, Bucciarati likes to have plants in the place." Leone continued to apply his mascara.

In the bathroom, Fugo searched for an available vase. Abbacchio was right, some ferns were near the mirror, the bathtub and the sink. It looked pretty. After some more seconds of searching, he found an empty vase.

"There you are." Fugo whispered, taking the empty pot in his hands.

Fugo stepped out of the bathroom, "Thanks, Abbacchio." He kept walking out of the room.

Abbacchio didn't pay him attention, putting his lipstick on. "Sure, whatever."

Now, on his way to his bedroom, he saw out of the corner of his eye a silhouette laying on the library couch. Did Mista fall asleep on the couch again?

Mista needs to take a break from reading the mangas Narancia lends him in the late hours of the night, he's becoming some sort of cheerful zombie.

Fugo frowned and sighed, going to wake up Mista. He's going to oblige him to go to bed, Mista will definitely thank him later.

Entering in the room, he approached the asleep figure. He can't really see Mista's given from this angle, Fugo can only see the back of the couch.

As Fugo got closer to the couch, he saw that the foot clinging on one of the armrests didn't look like Mista's.

Vase in hand, Fugo peeked to see who was sleeping.

Oh.

Oh, it's Giorno.

Giorno Giovanna was sleeping peacefully, not in pajamas but neither dressed like he always did when he had work day. His golden hair was done in a messy braid without the distinctive three loops on his forehead. Face relaxed and his head resting on the armrest with a cushion to be more comfortable. Over him, a blanket was spread covering him, half his face under it. A book was left discarded on the floor.

It was rare to see Giorno like this, he always liked to show off a little to people.

He looked like something out of a dream. How can someone be so fucking gorgeous while sleeping? Fugo's fingers itched with the need to touch Giorno's cheek. Thank God he has some self-control in him.

Quietly, Fugo put the vase on a tiny table next to him. His heart fluttering inside his chest, having a crush is weird.

He couldn't resist admiring Giorno's beautiful being some more, Fugo leaned on the back of the couch, tenderness oozing in his gaze. The boy felt like he was daydreaming

I think that I like you.

In a heartbeat, Giorno opened an eye and smiled in disbelief at Fugo, "You do?"

"AH!" Fugo jumped in surprise, losing his balance and almost falling to the floor "Giorno, I thought you were asleep." Did he really say his thoughts out loud?

Giorno sat on his knees, still on the couch, staring at Fugo. "You do?" Smiling radiantly he leaned closer to Fugo.

Fugo's heart was beating fast and it seemed like all his blood went running up to his face because he felt like it was burning up. Giorno's gaze was intense and Fugo had the urge to look away from those deep green emeralds but at the same time he couldn't stop admiring them.

Face all red, Fugo declared, "Yeah."

Giorno's smile grew bigger, he looked like he was about to burst with excitement. Fugo breathed deeply after that.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't think that I like you, I know that I like you but I wasn't– I didn't put it in the right way 'cause I thought you were sleeping but, yeah." Fugo blurted out so fast that he wasn't sure if Giorno understood a thing he said.

Giorno started to laugh, laugh because this was just too funny and adorable.

"And, God! I wasn't planning to tell you my feelings for you today and definitely not like this,  out of nowhere." Fugo lifted his hands, trying to hide his face.

"Oh?" Giorno raised an eyebrow, curiously, "So, how were you planning to tell me?" Giorno's smile turned soft.

"I was thinking of taking you out on a date, first, then have some sickly-sweet moments together," Fugo bit his lower lip, imagining the scenario "and let it all flow."

Endearing, Giorno found this endearing. Meanwhile, Fugo found this disastrous, messy.

"Fugo." Giorno took Fugo's hands on his, face visible again, "I like you too." The golden boy grinned sweetly.

And with those words, Fugo felt like he was going to pass out thanks to all these feelings-emotions that only Giorno was capable of making him experience.

If some days ago, he felt like his heart was dancing and jumping around inside his chest; right now, he felt like he was about to throw up his heart out and this one would dance in front of Giorno.

Round eyes, smiling brightly. Fugo held Giorno's hands too, squeezing to ground himself. "You like me?"

"Yes, Fugo, I like you a lot." Giorno repeated, everyone knows that Giorno doesn't like to repeat himself but for Fugo he would do it without a thought million times.

His insides a mess thanks to Giorno, Fugo leaned closer to the boy in front of him.

"Soooo." Fugo smirked playfully.

Giorno lifted a brow, smiling happily.

"Can I kiss you?" Fugo asked softly, murmuring just for Giorno, climbing to get on the couch and have a proper sit in front of Giorno.

Both of them were blushing.

"Do you even need to ask?" Giorno chuckled, wrapping Fugo in a hug, leaning each time closer to his face.

Fugo closed his eyes, leaning towards the boy. A chaste kiss, it was just a peck but Fugo could die from excitement.

Opening slowly his eyes, Fugo watched Giorno endearingly, the boy in front of him looking ethereal.

A chaste kiss wasn't enough for him, he needed more. Fugo needed to feel those pretty lips.

So he kissed Giorno again.

Because now he can and, currently, he doesn't have much self-control.

Giorno made a 'mph!', surprised about the sudden contact he wasn't expecting. Fugo smiled in the kiss, it was a mess because Fugo really didn't have that much experience in kissing, but it didn't matter.

Giorno wrapped his arms around Fugo's neck, pulling him closer.

This was better than a dream, Giorno tasted heavenly on his lips and he couldn't think of another thing, just Giorno.

This kiss was tender. Tenderness flowing like water between them. Sweet like first love and full of emotions, full of expectations of happiness, full of everything.

Fugo pulled away from the kiss, wordless, because, what can he say? It's too much for him, too much in a good way. Knowing that Giorno liked him back was something he didn't expect, Giorno is something else and he's just Fugo, he definitely wasn't complaining tho.

"You are incredible, Fugo." Giorno said, caressing his face and admiring Fugo with gentle eyes. Giorno kissed Fugo on the cheek, where one of his dimples was showing.  “Wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Yes.” Fugo answered immediately. Giorno kissed him again, soft and lightly.

This is amazing. Fugo thought, feeling like the luckiest person alive on this Earth.

“But I still have the feeling that I should have told you all this on a date and do it properly.” Fugo shook his head, Giorno deserved more than an accidental confession. “So, let me invite you out on a date, or let’s have dinner.” Fugo smiled at his boyfriend

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll have the opportunity to take me on a date.” Giorno responded at Fugo. “But definitely not this week ‘cause Bucciarati wants me to help him with some jobs there.” Giorno pursed his lips at the thought of it.

“Other day then, I’ll tell you.” Fugo cupped Giorno's face in his hands, staring at Giorno's lips, Fugo wanted to kiss him a little more, but he kind of felt that he had to ask Giorno for permission. "Uh, can I-?"

"Yes." Giorno didn't wait for Fugo to finish the question.

Lips touching again, lightly. Fugo delivered tiny pecks to Giorno, starting from his mouth to his cheeks.

Smiling, Giorno giggled a little. "It tickles."

Fugo grinned at him, stopping the kisses. "I'll stop then."

Giorno nudged him with his shoulder, "I didn't say I wanted you to stop."

"Want me to continue?" Fugo started to run his fingers through the golden locks of his now boyfriend.

Woah! He can call Giorno his boyfriend now. This is wonderful, amazing, ineffable.

"Later, after dinner." Giorno said in a playful tone, kissing Fugo on his nose. "I should apologize for scaring you minutes ago but I don't feel sorry at all."

"You shouldn't say sorry for that, Giorno." Fugo pet Giorno's head, "At first I thought you were Mista and went to wake him up, but it was you and you looked so pretty and I couldn't just wake you up." Fugo sighed at the end of the sentence.

"I just pretended to fall asleep because I thought it was Bucciarati looking for me to kidnap me and help him interrogate some guys." Giorno let himself say, wincing at the thought of 'interrogating' the guys in question.

"Oh, that's why he asked me if I knew where you were." Fugo formulated. "He's out now, tho."

"Yeah, I know that. He may have taken Mista or Narancia." Giorno rested his head on Fugo's shoulder, "I'm not in the mood to beat some dudes up."

"It be like that sometimes." Fugo rested his cheek on top of his boyfriend's head. Giorno laughed softly at him.

"Abbacchio?" Giorno asked

"Still in his room putting his makeup on." Fugo shrugged and closed his eyes a little, enjoying the feeling of golden hair on his cheek.

"Have you ever seen Abbacchio without makeup? I have never seen Abbacchio without makeup, I wonder how he looks like with nothing." Giorno turned his face at Fugo, asking curiously.

"He kind of looks the same, actually." Fugo lifted his face to see Giorno. "But like, more miserable." Fugo grinned devilishly.

"You think Abbacchio is miserable?" Giorno asked, chuckling quietly.

"I don't know, you?" Fugo responded back with a light frown, questioning.

"Mmm, not lately… and definitely not with Bucciarati beside him." Giorno said in thought, hand lightly supporting his chin.

"I have hopes up about him finally being happy with living in this world." Fugo responded, talking the truth.

"I think he's happy living in a world with Bruno Bucciarati in it." Giorno whispered to Fugo, a dreamy smile playing on his lips. Giorno was genuinely happy about them two.

Fugo's heart beated faster, because he gets it now (well, a part of it) with Giorno. Having Giorno right now next to him was enough to inspire him, have a purpose in living.

He hopes Giorno feels the same about it but he's afraid to ask him now in this moment.

"Giorno, they are going to marry, I'm pretty sure, before this year ends." Fugo said, trusting his suspicions.

"Oh, yes, definitely." Giorno took Fugo's hand on his, playing with it. "By the way, about that, our bet; we didn't specify what I will get if I win." Grinning, Giorno spoke.

The smug smirk Giorno was displaying made Fugo laugh. "You are really confident with this." Fugo squeezed Giorno's hand lightly.

"I'm sure I will win." Giorno leaned closer to his face, Fugo could count his eyelashes.

"Okay, soooo… if you win, I'll dress however you want for one day, you choose when." Fugo said slowly because having Giorno this close to his face was not good for his concentration, "If I win, you'll have to dress however I want." Fugo smirked, challenging Giorno, waiting for an answer.

Giorno thought about it for some seconds, "Sounds good to me."

Staring at each other, Fugo forgot what he was going to do until Giorno asked, "–that vase?" Well, he didn't completely hear what Giorno asked but he caught the question.

"Oh, the vase? To put some flowers in my room." Fugo answered calmly.

"Oh?" Giorno let out and didn't say anything else, pulling a barely visible knowing face at him, a small smile on his lips.

And while the boys were smiling at each other in the library, Fugo's room filled with the sweet smell of fresh gerberas daisies. The flowers in the room glowed with colors and getting bigger, as if they knew what was happening with the two teenagers downstairs.

The garden didn't stay back, the bushes and other flowers started to fill with more life than before.

From the window, Abbacchio couldn't believe his eyes when he saw a rosebush turning into dozens of monarch butterflies flying around the other flowers.

***

"Are you both gonna leave us alone?" Narancia asked, alarmed at Bucciarati and Abbacchio standing in front of the door.

"Yes, Narancia. Leone and I are gonna take vacations, we need it." Bucciarati spoke gently at him. "Don't worry though, it's gonna be for five days."  

Mista sighed relieved when he heard Bucciarati saying 'five' instead of 'four', that would have been horrible.  

Abbacchio glanced at him, waiting for Mista to quit his tiny drama.  

"Where are you going? just curious." Fugo asked both men, a little bit confused with the sudden news.  

"Somewhere cool where you all are not annoying us." Abbacchio rolled his eyes, getting a serious gaze from Bucciarati. "Sicilia."  

"Cool." Giorno and Fugo said at the same time, Abbacchio turned to look at them with a frown but said nothing. Both boys stared at each other clearly holding on a giggle.  

"Awesome." Narancia joined them. "Well, have fun!"  

"Thanks, Narancia." Bucciarati smiled kindly at Narancia.

"Oh! So, in that case, I'm in charge now!" Mista exclaimed excited, throwing a fist in the air, laughing cheerfully.  

"If you want to, Mista, yes." Bucciarati snorted.  

"Uuugh!" Fugo and Narancia complained, hunching their shoulders.  

Abbacchio laughed shortly, "Okay, let's go, Bruno. Taxi is here." Grabbing his and Bucciarati's luggage.  

"Sure. I hope nothing bad happens while we are away but I have nothing to worry, you all know how to defend yourselves very well." Bucciarati smiled and turned around to walk out of the room, on the way to the taxi.  

Abbacchio waited for Bruno to go first. "I'll see you all soon. Be safe."  

"Yeah."  

"Sure"  

"No problem."  

"We know."  

"Cool." Abbacchio said and nodded.  

"Don't forget to call us when you get there." Giorno reminded him with a smile, waving back.  

Abbacchio snorted. "Yeah, thanks, Giovanna."  

"Oh, yes! Don't forget to call me if something extraordinary happens!" Mista exclaimed, winking at Abbacchio not so subtly.  

Abbacchio stiffed a little but started walking anyway. "Sure, Mista."  

Narancia waved goodbye at them until the taxi was no longer visible.  

They all got in the house again, closed the door.  

Giorno and Fugo stared at each other as they tried to communicate with their minds and looks if they saw what they saw with Mista winking at Abbacchio.  

They had all day, it was still early.  

That's how now Narancia, Mista, Giorno and Fugo were alone in the big house, enjoying lazy days and going out to have walks through the city.

Today Fugo and Giorno locked themselves in Fugo's room with the intention of watching a movie and having time together.

The 'watching a movie' part turned into a light make out session and the 'having time together' part didn't change.

They haven't told anyone about their relationship, yet. It's not that they are hiding it, really, they were not even trying to hide it from the others (actually, narancia was sure they were something already but haven't asked them for confirmation.)

They haven't told a thing but if the others ask about it, they certainly would not deny it.

Giorno's lips were as soft as always and electric and addictive.

Fugo was under Giorno's grip in a sitting position, not fully straining his legs on his lap but still on Fugo's lap.

Smiling in the middle of one of their kisses, Fugo talked. "Giorno." Trying to get Giorno's attention.

Giorno seemed to ignore him or maybe he didn't even listen and continued kissing Fugo full on the lips. "Giorno-" Fugo called Giorno again to see if this time it worked, it didn't, "Giooornoo."

The boy stopped the kissing for a few seconds and asked "Whaaat?" Starting again the kiss that was interrupted.

Between the tiny kisses Giorno was giving him, Fugo laughed sweetly. "I need to pee."

Giorno, pouting, broke the kissing combo. "Nooo, don't go pee." Trapping Fugo in a tight hug, almost throwing him back on the mattress.

"Giorno, I need to pee, I'm serious!" Fugo repeated, grinning at his boyfriend.

Giorno narrowed his eyes at him, stared at Fugo for almost ten seconds and finally let him go. "Go pee then." Smirking, Giorno gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, stepping aside.

Fugo ran to his bathroom because he didn't want to stop making out with Giorno, but the amount of soda he drank at dinner urged him to stop.

In the next minute, he was flushing the toilet and washing his hands just to be back with Giorno as soon as possible.

Once he stepped out of the tiny room, he glanced at Giorno, still on the bed admiring the flowers in Fugo's room. Did Giorno know that Golden Experience is the one responsible of those?

"I like to have them here." Fugo spoke, changing Giorno's attention to him.

"They are very pretty. Where do you get them?" Giorno asked, green eyes clear and soft.

Oh, so Giorno doesn't know that Golden Experience was giving him flowers out of nowhere.

"Golden Experience gifted me those gerberas." Fugo answered, explaining the situation.

Giorno's brows lifted, almost reaching the loops on his forehead, mouth open from surprise. "Golden Experience?"

"Yes, Giorno, Golden Experience." Fugo answered calmly, wanting to explain the situation.

"Golden Experience has been giving you flowers?? Out of nowhere?? Without me knowing??" Giorno couldn't believe that his own Stand went around the house looking for Fugo just to give him things for weeks now. He started to flush, this was embarrassing.

"It's been almost like, two months since they started." Fugo said, frowning a little. "I thought you knew about it."

"I had no idea Golden Experience could pop out of his own and do whatever he likes without me." Giorno was still surprised, blushing. "Oh my God, this is so embarrassing." Giorno groaned out loud and covered his face with a pillow near him.

Fugo laughed out loud, flustered Giorno is so dramatic and cute. "No, it's not! It's sweet." Fugo walked to the bed, getting closer to Giorno.

Sitting again on the mattress, Fugo waited for Giorno to stop moping. It was funny, actually. Fugo grabbed the pillow covering his boyfriend's face and put it away.

"Hey! It's wonderful!" Fugo chuckled, Giorno was pouting at him with his cheeks less reddened. "At first, they scared the living shit out of me, appearing without a word- or sound-, but after a while, I got used to it and waited for them to give me a flower."

Giorno closed his eyes, he took a breath and opened them again. "They didn't do anything weird, right?" Giorno asked, looking at Fugo.

"No, nothing. Sometimes they would try to smile at me, that was kind of awkward because Golden Experience doesn't know how to do it but they really tried." Fugo snorted, remembering Golden Experience's attempts to smile.

Sitting up again, Giorno took Fugo's hand softly. "That's new, they always have that poker face." Giorno smiled in awe. "My Stand was wooing you on his own." Giorno laughed in disbelief. "Was it working tho?"

Fugo grinned at him, "It was working." Giggling softly, Fugo grabbed Giorno's available hand.

"Huh, that's why you sent me Purple Haze at night." Giorno smiled like he finally solved a puzzle.

Now, what the fuck? Fugo's senses alarmed, Purple Haze? Giorno with Purple Haze? He has never sent Giorno his Stand, much less alone in the night. Actually, he would never dare to let his Stand out when Giorno was there with him.

"Giorno, are you okay? It didn't hurt you or tried to hurt you?" Fugo asked, scanning the boy in front of him in look of wounds. He cupped Giorno's face in his hands.

What if that monster could have almost killed Giorno in one of those nights? He wouldn't live with that, right now, the mere thought of it made Fugo want to cry.

Fugo started to shake, Giorno noticed immediately and cupped Fugo's face back in his hands, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs gently.

God, now he's shaking in front of Giorno, this is no good.

"Fugo, Fugo." Giorno called him, low and tenderly. "Fugo, I'm okay, I'm alright. Purple Haze never tried to hurt me in any way."

"But what if he could have done something to you? And I was not controlling him? That stand- My Stand is such an aberration." Fugo breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, focusing on Giorno's tender touch on his skin.

"Pannacotta," Giorno said his name firmly, landing him to the ground "Purple Haze is not an aberration, neither a monster or a mistake. Purple Haze is just them, Purple Haze is a part of you and you are no mistake."

Fugo opened his eyes wide, processing the words Giorno spoke to him.

"All those nights Purple Haze went to my room were short but meaningful and warm." Giorno kept talking. "They would just keep me some company for the night, making sure I was fine and safe."

Fugo stopped shaking little by little, paying attention to his boyfriend, the hands on his face grounding him.

"I know that Purple Haze would never hurt me even by accident." Giorno smiled, giving him a reassuring kiss on his forehead. "I trust them and I trust you with all my life, Fugo."

Fugo wanted to cry.

He wanted to cry, but not because of sadness or frustration. He wanted to cry because he couldn't believe he was lucky to have Giorno, saying those things to him, so sure of himself. Never doubting Fugo and everything about him.

A teardrop fell, running down his cheek only for Giorno to wipe it with the back of his comforting hand.

Fugo couldn't help but smile, "God, Giorno, you have a way with words."

Giorno began to push Fugo's blond-platinum locks in place endearingly.

Fugo took the hand Giorno was using to put his hair in place, put it on his lips, kissing the back of it sweetly hoping Giorno would catch his feelings.

"I'm in love with you, Giogio." Fugo breathed, whispering the words for Giorno. "I'm so in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Pannacotta." Giorno murmured, leaning his face closer to Fugo. "I'm in love with every part of you." 

Giorno kissed Fugo first.

Fugo kissed back immediately.

Their hearts beating at the same rhythm, as if they were one instead of two.

***

It has been three days since Bucciarati and Abbacchio went on their vacation.

And on this day Narancia confirmed that Giorno and Fugo were in a relationship, without intending to.

They were in the garden, enjoying the breeze and the warm sunlight above them when Giorno had the brilliant idea to attack Fugo in kisses. Fugo gladly let himself surrender in those lovely kisses.

Narancia passed walking by, eating a bag of chips that were surely Mista's.

Fugo allowed himself to drown in the kisses Giorno was giving him, not paying attention to his surroundings when he heard a bag of chips fall to the ground.

Giorno heard it too, stopping the display. He turned his head to where the noise sounded, frowning a little trying to recognize what happened.

Fugo tried to turn his head to see what happened but he was laying on the grass with Giorno on top of him so he couldn't move his head to see.

"What is it?" Fugo mouthed at Giorno, confused.

Giorno smiled at him and turned again to see, "Hi, Narancia!" Giorno greeted loudly at the boy in surprise.

Fugo laughed because of course Narancia would be the one to witness these kinds of situations.

Giorno moved from top of him, allowing him to move freely. "Hey, man!" Fugo shouted at Narancia, this one still don't believing what his eyes saw.

After some seconds in silence, Narancia exclaimed, "PDA? Really?"

"It's not technically PDA, we were alone in here, you just found us." Fugo corrected Narancia with a smug smirk.

"He's right." Giorno had a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly having fun with the current situation.

"Yes, Ghirga. Now, we are kind of busy, sooo…" Fugo tried to dismiss Narancia kindly.

"Okay! I get it!" Narancia jumped. "God, so this is how it's gonna be in this house? Was not Abbacchio and Bucciarati making out around the house enough punishment for me?" Narancia started sulking at nobody in particular, grabbing his bag of potato chips from the floor. "Why do you hate me so much?" Narancia stared at the sky above him, looking for an answer.

"No one hates you, Nara." Giorno said, very entertained with his friend's drama.

"Mhm, thanks, pretty boy." Narancia snorted, turning on his heels to keep walking wherever he was going. He stopped for some seconds, "Oh, yeah! Congratulations on that or whatever, be happy."

"Thanks, dude." Fugo replied, watching Narancia stepping in the house. Giorno just nodded, smiling at him.

"He's very happy for us." Fugo said when Narancia was gone.

"You think that?" Giorno laughed.

"Absolutely." Fugo nodded, "He heard me talk about you for weeks, I think he had high hopes for us. Either way, I personally think he was getting tired of me repeating how amazing you are."

"I feel very flattered right now." Giorno laid on the ground, next to Fugo. "I talked about you a lot with Mista too, and I think I was reaching his limit at hearing me say stuff about you."

"You talked about me with Mista?" Fugo exclaimed, surprised at that, he could not believe that Giorno would chatter about him.

"Of course! I was crushing really hard on you. I don't know if you noticed but it was pretty obvious." Giorno replied with a funny face.

"When it comes about the 'feeling and emotions territory' I'm very oblivious, sorry." Fugo grimaced, putting his head on his forehead.

"You are so cute, Pannacotta, I wanna give you a kiss."

"You don't have to ask them." Fugo leaned closer to Giorno, lips barely touching. "You can kiss me whenever you like." Fugo whispered, still not kissing Giorno.

"Uh, yes?" Giorno teased too. "And I can kiss you wherever I want too?"

Fugo blushed when he caught the double meaning in Giorno's words but didn't overreact. "Mmm, yes."

"Awesome."

And Giorno kissed him on the lips, finally.

Fugo let Giorno lead the kiss, it was pretty soft and slow. Fugo's favorite part of these days since he and Giorno got together were the kisses he shared with his boyfriend.

Before Giorno, Fugo didn't understand why people loved to kiss each other. Honestly, he used to find that kind of gross, sharing saliva with a person.

Now he knows why and there's no way in hell that he is complaining.

Everything in their kiss was normal until Giorno tangled his hand in Fugo's hair, pulling him closer. Fugo gasped at that and Giorno took advantage of that and slipped a bit of tongue.

Fugo opened his eyes startled, still allowing Giorno to do whatever magic he was doing with his mouth. He closed his eyes back almost immediately.

Fugo noticed that Giorno had more experience in this area than him.

Okay, so now this was getting a little bit more intense, Fugo was enjoying it a lot but at the same time he didn’t know very well what to do with this. Out of mere instinct, Fugo put his hands on Giorno’s stomach, one playing with the hem of the navy blue shirt Giorno wore and the other caressing his side.

Giorno groaned slightly at that, Fugo bit softly at Giorno's lower lip and kissed him again. Giorno gasped and... Alright, well, it’s time to stop before this ends in something lewd.

Fugo broke the kiss, gasping for air. Giorno made a tiny annoyed sound, missing Fugo’s lips and touch. He took a glance at Giorno, he had his lips all red and shiny from what they had just done.

Fugo wanted to kiss him again but he needed to cool down a little bit.

He was still amazed though, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" Fugo sat straight, collecting himself from that kiss.

Giorno never left the grass, breathing fast and clearly trying to collect himself too. "I don't know, really, I just wanted to do that. I have never tried it with someone before." Eyes glued on Fugo.

"Cool." Fugo turned his gaze at the space in front of him, processing his feelings, experiencing the party inside his belly and chest.

"We should do that again." Giorno let out, smiling sheepishly at nothing in particular.

"Oh my God, absolutely." Fugo stared at Giorno again. He wanted to laugh in excitement. "Not now though, after dinner."

"Roger that." Giorno finally sat, crossing his legs and rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Wanna tell me another thing I don’t know about you?, besides you could kiss like that?” Fugo smirked playfully at Giorno, nudging him lightly.

“Mmm.” Giorno started to ponder what he could say that Fugo didn't know yet.

Fugo knows a lot of things about him; he knows that he doesn’t like chicken in food, he knows he speaks japanese, he knows his favorite colors are pink and blue, Fugo knows his favorite musician is Jeff Beck and of course Fugo knows he loves chocolate, pudding and octopus salad.

“Oh, yes, there’s one thing.” Giorno finished wondering and turned to make eye contact with Fugo.

“Yeah? Surprise me!” Fugo smiled in expectation of what Giorno would say to him.

“I’m not Italian,” Giorno started, Fugo raised his brows, “I’m Japanese.”

“Woah… now the speaking japanese makes a lot of sense.” Fugo said, amazed with the information Giorno gave him. “I am kind of ashamed because I didn’t ask you where you were from before and you are my boyfriend.” Fugo winced, flushing a little.

“It doesn’t matter, Fugo.” Giorno reassured Fugo, smiling. “We have a lot of time to know each other, you know?”

Fugo stopped blushing from his shame, looking in Giorno’s eyes, he saw hopes and expectations. He was sure that Giorno saw the same thing in his eyes.

“I hope we have a lot of time, Giorno.” Fugo replied back, thinking about all the stuff that can go wrong in their jobs, being a Passione soldato was not exactly something safe in any way.

“I’m sure we’ll have the time, Fugo.”  Giorno kissed his cheek, Fugo smiled because he really can't stop smiling when he's near Giorno, it's impossible. "I love your smile." Giorno added.

"Oh! don't say those things, you make me blush." Fugo jokes, grinning at his boyfriend, his both dimples appearing.

"Why? It's true, I like all of you." Giorno pouted, following Fugo's playful tone. "Especially those beautiful dimples of yours." Giorno kissed Fugo's dimpled smile again.

Fugo felt his brain go all 'idiot in love' mode. "I'm flattered, especially 'cause the compliment comes from you." Fugo delivered tiny kisses on Giorno's forehead. "You are like, the epitome of beauty."

"Oh?" Giorno let out for Fugo to elaborate.

"Mhm." Fugo nodded, affirming his statement. "Everyone agrees with me on that."

"I think Abbacchio doesn't tho, he would kill himself first before agreeing with you on that." Giorno commented, taking his hand.

"Nope, he agrees because I say so." Fugo grabbed Giorno's hand too. "Enjoy the compliment.

"I'm enjoying it." Giorno said, squeezing his hand. "Now, it’s your turn, tell me something I don't know about you."

Fugo thought about what to say. "I have two older brothers, I'm the youngest of them all." Fugo said nonchalant.

Giorno looked surprised at that, “Wow, I really didn’t expect you to have brothers. You never talk about them.”

“Well, it’s just that we don’t talk a lot, it is not their fault though. After what happened with the incident, my parents cut me off of their lives and forced them to do the same with me, otherwise they would disinherit them too.” Fugo shrugged, talking like it was the most common thing for parents to do, like it wasn’t fucked up.

Giorno felt terrible, he wished that those people who called themselves ‘parents’ were having a hell of a life, because doing that was horrible. It was inhuman the way they abandoned Fugo to his own luck, not caring about him, not even trying to understand him as a human and why he acted the way he acted, they way they didn’t trust him.

It made Giorno’s heart ache, ever since he knew about Fugo’s past, Giorno wished he could turn back time and help Fugo.

And since Fugo learned about Giorno’s past, he also wished that he could do something about it.

Both boys were in need of someone.

Thankfully, God sometimes is merciful and sends help in the form of angels, angels like Bucciarati or that mysterious man who watched over Giorno.

Giorno couldn’t help but hug Fugo, hug him tightly, hoping that Fugo could notice how much he cared about him and as long as he’s alive he will fight for him, watch for him and care for him.

Fugo returned the hug just as tightly. Breathing in the comforting smell of Giorno's hair and feeling the warmth that irradiated his body. Words were not needed in the moment.

***

While they were hugging in the living room, Giorno decided to tell Fugo another thing he didn’t know about him. “Remember that time in this living room when I interrupted you while you were reading ‘The little prince’?” Giorno started, not breaking the hug.

Music was playing softly on the radio Mista left on before hurrying up to do some crazy shit with Narancia outside.

“You didn’t interrupt me but yes, I remember it very well.” Fugo smiled sweetly, flashbacks of those days when he didn’t even think he had feelings for Giorno, not knowing what was waiting for him.

“So you definitely remember what you said to me.” Giorno grinned warmly, he was not still facing Fugo but this one knew Giorno was smiling. “Well, I’m sorry to ruin it to you but I have bad news.”

Fugo faced Giorno, a smirk on his face expecting what Giorno had to say.

“When I was a kid, I was not blond.” Giorno spitted out, waiting for his boyfriend’s reaction. “So, I wasn’t a little prince as you thought.”

Open-mouthed, Fugo frowned in confusion. What does that even mean? How comes that Giorno was not a natural blond? Oh God, that couldn’t be right, right?

“What?” Fugo whispered loudly, still in shock, trying to process the information.

Giorno nodded, he wanted to laugh because Fugo looked like an adorable idiot right now. “As a kid, I had black hair, like, super black. To be honest, let’s not go that far, I had black hair until a year ago ” Giorno kept talking, Fugo just listened carefully. “I also had an ugly bowl cut and all.” Giorno’s perfect teeth showed in a playful smile.

“So you dye your hair?” Fugo asked, feeling curious.

“No, I don’t either.” Giorno answered.

“And how then? Did you perform magic or something?” Fugo was amazed because he was sure that Giorno was blond since he was a baby.

“Sort of.” Giorno started to explain Fugo. “A little before Golden Experience manifested, one day I woke up and my hair was starting to grow blond, at first I thought the boys in the boarding school changed my shampoo to dye-stuff, but it just kept growing blonde.”

“Did you still have your bowl cut?” Fugo chuckled lightly, his hand left Giorno’s. He started to stroke the golden hair.

“Oh, absolutely not!” Giorno exclaimed, cringing from the memories of his old hairstyle. “That thing was long gone! I had my hair a little bit shorter than how I have it now, but it was still kind of long.”

“You had bicolor hair.” Fugo grinned from ear to ear.

“Thanks to my dad, i guess.” Giorno said, closing his eyes. “After a while, when it had a fair amount of blonde, I cut out the black part.” Giorno let himself relax on Fugo’s touch, feeling his hand gently massaging his head. “It was awkward to have half of my hair black and the other half blond.”

“You with short hair, that must be pretty cute.” Fugo wondered, picturing Giorno with short hair, curls short and his golden hair difficult to tame.

“It was not bad, but I prefer my hair this way.” Giorno opened his eyes, not fully but enough to peek a glance of his boyfriend.

“You are lovely, it doesn’t matter what hairstyle or outfit you are wearing.” Fugo gave Giorno a quick kiss on the lips.

"I like when you praise me." Giorno confessed without feeling selfish about it.

"I like to praise you." Fugo replied happily. "I could do it all day, you know?"

"I believe you." Giorno let out a giggle. "I also like to praise you. You are very handsome, pretty boy."

Fugo blushed, the tips of his ears went red. "Everytime you say things like that to me I can't help but blush." Fugo said.

"It's fun to make you blush, it suits you." Giorno answered, caressing Fugo's face with the back of his hand. "It goes with your normal outfit and all!" His hand left his face and went to his hair, stroking the platinum-blond strands softly.

The song that was playing ended and another one started, filling the momentary silence that surrounded both boys.

Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain.

Giorno stopped petting Fugo, his eyes went wide and a short sigh of excitement was heard. Fugo looked at him, waiting for Giorno to say something.

Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain.

"Hey! I love this song!" Giorno jumped from the couch they were laying on and hurried up to turn the volume up.

Giorno's feet tapped along the rhythm. Moving his feet happily, Giorno turned again to see Fugo, walking where his boyfriend was.

Fugo looked at him with an incredible gaze. Giorno was dancing, clearly enjoying the song playing on the radio.

Giorno extended an arm to Fugo, waiting for this one to take his hand and dance with him. "May I have this dance?" Giorno asked flirtatiously, his green eyes glowed, looking at him playfully.

Fugo laughed at that because that was ridiculous, Giorno is funny, no doubt. Fugo stared at him, smirking smugly and pretended to give Giorno's invitation a second thought.

The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here.

"Come on!" Giorno exclaimed while dancing.

Fugo took his hand and stood up in front of Giorno.

Giorno let his hand free and moved his arms, his legs and all his body, following the beat of the song.

Fugo didn't know how to start dancing, he wasn't used to dance a lot and the only thing he knew was to dance in slow tempo, he didn't let himself move freely too much. (unless you count the moments when mista, narancia and him danced to their choreographed moves. still, it was all narancia and mista's lead at the end, fugo would just follow them.)

Giorno was feeling the moment tho, dancing without shame and having a lot of fun, it was wonderful. "Fugo! Dance with me!" Giorno smiled.

My sunny one shines so sincere.

Fugo began to dance, kind of awkwardly at first but it didn't take long for him to gain confidence and jump around along Giorno.

It was so good to dance like this, dance along with someone you cherish and have fun with.

Sunny, one so true, I love you.

The disco beat sounded loudly, but their spontaneous laughs would sound louder.

Sunny, thank you for the sunshine, okay.

Fugo took Giorno's arm to bring him closer, they started to twist together.

Sunny, thank you for the love you've brought my way.

Spinning around, Fugo felt like the luckiest being alive, with Giorno's hand on his.

You gave to me your all and all.

"Giorno!"

And now I feel ten feet tall.

"Hi, Fugo." With a bright smile, Giorno looked at him all radiantly.

My life was torn like a wind-blown sand.

"Can you come closer?"

And a rock was formed when you held my hand.  

Giorno didn't answer but went next to Fugo. Fugo stopped dancing for a little.

Waiting for Fugo to do something, Giorno stopped dancing too, his grin never leaving.

Fugo grabbed his shoulders lightly and leaned.

Sunny, one so true, I love you.

He kissed Giorno full on the lips, like he might die if he didn't do it.

Giorno sighed sweetly in the middle of the kiss, cupping his cheeks endearingly.

Forgetting the song, they were only paying attention to their lips, the song on the radio becoming white noise over their kiss.

You are my sweet complete desire.

Fugo hugged Giorno as if his life depended on it. (and, to be honest with himself, it kind of did.)

I love you…

At one moment, he started dragging Giorno to the couch, where they fell hard but it didn't matter.

I love you…

And the music started to fade away.

I love you.

But their hearts shared the beat in their chests, creating a song on their own.

***

"Narancia!" Mista shouted in shock, the volumes of 'Pink Dark Boy' falling from his arms to the floor.

"Wha–" Narancia rolled his eyes, going to where Mista was, "–aaaaat?!" The boy cried out when he caught sight of the volumes on the floor next to Mista's feet.

"Narancia!" Mista called him again, open-mouthed. "I have just seen Fugo and Giorno making out in the living room!" Mista whispered loudly at Narancia, still surprised about it.

"God! That's all?! Just because of that you threw my volumes to the floor?!" Narancia kneeled down to grab the discarded manga volumes on the ground.

"Oh yes, sorry about that– wait! Don't change the topic!" Mista kept going. "Did you know about those two?"

"Mmm, Fugo kept talking to me about his crush on Giorno and that stuff but I genuinely didn't think they would go for it so soon." Narancia said unconcernedly, finishing up recollecting his things.

"Giorno would tell me a lot of things about Fugo, he never confirmed to me that he had a crush on him tho." Mista crossed his arms, leaning on the wall near him.

"Yesterday I bumped into them kissing and cuddling in the garden. That's how I found out, those dumbasses weren't planning on telling us soon." Narancia snorted. "It was cute, actually, they were having a good time." He put the volumes safely on a cafe table.

"Ouch? I thought Giorno considered me his best friend." Mista faked pain, covering his eyes like he was about to cry of sadness.

"That's tough, man." Narancia shrugged, sitting on a chair across the terrace.

"Heh, who would have thought?" Mista smirked satisfied. "I was pretty sure that Fugo didn't give a shit about people and romantic love."

"He certainly didn't give a shit before Giorno appeared." Narancia added to Mista's statement.

"Well, yeah, you have a big ass point." Mista threw himself on a chair facing Narancia. "Who wouldn't give a shit after Giorno? The dude is like a monument to beauty in this world."

"I know, right?" Narancia lifted his arms up, exclaiming. "Even I have a tiny crush on him!"

"Don't blame you." Mista sighed, agreeing with Narancia. "Fugo is a lucky boy."

"Sure thing." Narancia nodded at him. "But, hey! Fugo is very handsome too! Let's recognize that."

"Fugo is pretty, yeah! But like, compared to Giorno, he looks more terrenal." Mista replied loudly.

"Pretty boys, ugh, I'm so jealous." Narancia sighed heavily, wishing he were in that level of prettiness.

"Hey, man, don't feel bad. You are handsome too! In your own way." Mista reassured him.

"C'mon, dude! Last mission, some guy mistook me with a girl." Narancia said, cringing from the memory of it. "He said, and I quote: 'Is the lady here waiting for someone?' when I was waiting for you to show up from beating those guys up."

Mista laughed at that, poor Narancia. "See? Girls are pretty!"

"Ha ha. Fuck off, Mista." Faking a laugh, Narancia showed Mista his middle finger, clearly annoyed.

"Yes, Mista, fuck off!" A little voice shouted out of nowhere, it was number three that popped up.

It was Narancia's turn to laugh, number three hurried to where he was sitting and gave him a high-five.

"This asshole, it's my Stand! Did you see? They are supposed to stand up for me." Mista let out an irritated groan, it was unbelievable.

"Whatever you say, idiot, we don't claim you." Number three responded, mocking him.

"You guys are awesome, wanna ride Aerosmith?" Narancia offered with a grin.

"This is why number five is my baby." Mista whispered, exasperated with the little creature floating next to Narancia's head.

"Yes!" All the pistols appeared floating in the air, excited about riding the plane. Number five gave him a pitiful look and went with the others, shouting 'sooorryyy!' to him.

"You kind of deserved that, you let my precious 'Pink Dark Boy' volumes fall horribly to the floor." Narancia glanced at the pile of it on the table in front of him.

Mista rolled his eyes at him and took the volume he was currently reading. "Stop bitching about it! It did not happen shit to them."

"You stop bitching about it, you don't pay for them, I pay for them." Narancia replied back.

"Mhm, yeah, sure, whatever." Mista snarled.

And while he tried to focus on reading the manga he had on his hands, Mista saw a rosebush flower in the middle of the garden.

***

"Giorno." Fugo ran into the kitchen, looking for his boyfriend, today was their last day without Abbacchio and Bucciarati.

There was someone (or something) else in the room with Giorno, but Fugo couldn't place what was with him.

Giorno turned around to greet Fugo with a beaming smile, a cup of coffee on his hand, leaning on the sink.

Oh no…

"Hi, Fugo." Giorno said sweetly at him.

"Purple Haze!" Fugo tried to call his Stand back where he should be, inside of him or wherever Stands go when they are not outside.

Purple Haze was standing next to Giorno, a little bit far away from him since Fugo entered the room. Keeping his distance carefully.

"Disappear." Fugo commanded at the purple being in the room.

Giorno had a pout on his face, worried and sad about this. "Fugo, it's okay. Let them stay." Giorno started walking where Fugo was, calming him down.

"No, Giorno, I can't let that hideous thing stay." Fugo growled at his own Stand, feeling his blood start to boil just from the mere sight of it. "You see, it's a hazard."

"Pannacotta, they are fine." Giorno repeated at his boyfriend, putting his hand on his shoulder, trying to ground Fugo. "They are okay, they are not doing anything bad, just keeping me some company."

Even though Giorno said it was okay to have that thing in here, Fugo couldn't help but feel worried and angry. Worried because of Giorno; and angry because, after he found out that it visited Giorno, he told it that it shouldn't go near Giorno anymore.

What made things worse was that Purple Haze didn't seem to obey his instructions. (and the Stand looked pained everytime fugo talked about them so badly.)

Fugo didn't notice it, he thought his Stand wasn't able to be sentient. He was so wrong.

"Obey." Fugo snarled at the Stand that started to hunch and fall slowly to the floor, cornering himself. They curled in his usual fetal position, growling and buffing, trembling.

"Pannacotta." Giorno called Fugo back, making him look at his eyes. "Let them stay, they are not a hazard, especially with me."

Fugo kept challenging Purple Haze to follow his orders but it failed and that made him feel angrier with it.

Giorno began to walk his way to where Purple Haze was curling on the floor. Slowly and firm, confident about his movements, without a drop of fear.

Fugo reached for Giorno's arm, to stop him from what he was doing. With pleading eyes, Fugo started to say, "Giogio, please, don't go near it."

Giorno smiled at him, with a soft touch, he freed himself from Fugo's grip.

Purple Haze lifted his face up everytime Giorno came closer, the growls decreased slowly and the buffing became quiet breaths. Fugo feared but trusted Giorno.

Giorno kneeled at eye-level, he reached out a hand for Purple Haze, carefully cupping their face. Purple Haze let themselves rest their face on Giorno's warm hand. "I'm sorry, he doesn't mean all that." Giorno whispered at the Stand, Fugo could feel the touch of an invisible hand cupping his cheek too.

Without noticing, Purple Haze and Fugo mirrored their head movements.

Giorno caressed Purple Haze's arm with his other hand. "You did nothing wrong, thank you."

Fugo shivered at the phantom sensation of a hand running up his arm.

Giorno touched Purple Haze's forehead and kissed them on it. Invisible lips kissed Fugo's forehead.

And just like that, little by little, Purple Haze disappeared and went back where they rests inside Fugo. 

Giorno stood up again and went with Fugo. "Don't treat yourself like a monster. Even if you can't notice it, they feel sad too when you talk to them like that." Giorno said sadly.

Making eye contact, Giorno decided to hug Fugo tightly.

"Sorry." Fugo replied as a whisper, returning the hug.

Giorno said nothing at that and kissed his cheek lovingly.

Fugo knows Giorno cares about him a lot and he definitely feels that it makes him sad everytime these things happen.

After a comforting silence surrounded them, Giorno pulled back slightly to watch Fugo. His fingers traveled to where Fugo's bangs rested on his face, pulling them back. "Was there something you wanted to say?"

"Yes, I was about to tell you that we'll have a date." Fugo smiled, his gaze never leaving Giorno's eyes.

"Oh!" Giorno grinned brightly, his teeth showing. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"I owe you one, remember?" Fugo gave Giorno a peck on the lips. "So, I'm informing you."

"Great." Giorno replied happily. "At what time?"

"In an hour," Fugo took his boyfriend's hand and played with it. "So you have time to dress up. I mean, you could go out like this and look absolutely stunning but I know you wouldn't like to go on a date dressing as usual."

"You never miss, Fugo." Giorno laughed, returning a peck back on Fugo's lips.

"I try." Fugo smirked in response to that. "Also, I have a surprise for you."

Giorno's face beamed at that, excitement in his eyes. "Oh, really?!"

"Yes." Fugo nodded, enjoying his boyfriend's enthusiasm. "I know you like to dress cute and formal but don't wear too tight, by the way. We'll move a lot so I recommend wearing something light and comfy."

"Where are you planning on taking me?" Giorno asked curiously, wanting to tease him.

"I think you will enjoy it." Fugo didn't answer his question with a playful smirk.

"Okay, then, see you in an hour." Giorno bit his lower lip lightly and went jogging upstairs to his room.

And Fugo was left alone in the kitchen, Giorno's cup of coffee forgotten on the sink. He took it, it was still warm.

He drank a sip and…aagh.

Too much sugar for his taste, of course Giorno would take his coffee like this. Fugo sighed dreamy, he will make himself an espresso instead.

***

God bless Narancia and his bro-code, he truly gained the title of being his best friend.

"Sure, man, anytime." Narancia said to him fifteen minutes before Fugo and Giorno's date after shopping for the food and things for the picnic he had in mind. "But, you owe me one though." Narancia grinned devilishly at Fugo.

"Did you really have to ruin it like that, dude?" Fugo groaned, he began to regret thanking Ghirga for helping with this. Narancia shrugged in response, "Okay, whatever."

Narancia pat Fugo on his shoulder, reassuring. "Everything is gonna be amazing, don't worry." Narancia smiled positively about it.

"I hope so, yeah." Fugo sighed quietly, wishing the best for them today. "By the way, how do I know there will still be a picnic in the park and somebody didn't just decide to steal the stuff?" Fugo raised a brow, questioningly.

"Hey! I'm not an idiot." Narancia frowned like he was offended at that. "I paid some rad kids to watch over your shit, they are cool little creatures." Narancia said proudly.

"Did you really leave my stuff in the watch of some gremlins?" Fugo replied, he couldn't believe Narancia would do something so dumb.

"I got you, man" Narancia started walking to his room. "Good luck with that."

Fugo was left alone in the living room, still deciding if Narancia did something right or if he screwed it up. He listened to Narancia say from afar to someone, "You are gonna make Fugo froze." As the low voice of Giorno responded "Mmm, you think so? Thanks." And a little chuckle.

"I'm ready!" Giorno shouted as he came downstairs.

Fugo was already dressed for the date too.

Giorno walked towards Fugo, all wonderful. "Aha! You look handsome." Giorno gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Fugo blushed at that because he can’t really help it.

Fugo's outfit consisted of a cool neon green t-shirt tucked from the front and some of the back of stylized ochre tartan pants. He wore pink sneakers that went very well with his clothes. His hair was in his typical hairstyle and his earrings were two metal red strawberries.

“Not as you.” Fugo smiled like a fool because Giorno always looks like he came down from heaven.

Giorno followed his advice of going light with his outfit. He wore a deep gray denim overall with an animal print short sleeved T-shirt under it, his hair was in his usual style but with his back hair loose, he had a pair of black short boots and his earrings were two little golden ladybugs. Giorno even had mascara and lipgloss on.

Obviously, Fugo was mesmerized.

“I kinda feel like I stole Mista’s style by wearing this shirt.” Giorno pointed at his shirt, biting his lip lightly, waiting for Fugo to say something.

"Not at all, Mista has a weird sense of fashion." Fugo snorted, (it was funny considering that he usually wore suits with holes in them for 'fashion'.) "You look heaven-like." Fugo lifted his hand and caressed Giorno's nose with the back of it.

"Uuh, I like that." Giorno giggled, feeling smug.

"Amazing." Fugo kissed his nose. He turned to search something behind him. "Oh!" Fugo jumped, remembering about the surprise, he turned.

Giorno peeked, trying to see what Fugo was doing. Not even five seconds passed and Fugo already had a box wrapped in pink shiny paper. It looked cute and kind of big, he showed it to Giorno.

"This is my surprise for you." Fugo said sheepishly and expectant, a smile played on his lips. "I suggest that you don't unwrap it now, wait until we get to the place of the date."

"Sounds interesting." Giorno took the box Fugo was offering to him. "Just let me do something." The box became a cute pink robin that posed itself on Giorno's shoulder. "It's lighter like that." Giorno smirked and the pink robin sang like he was agreeing with Giorno.

Fugo nodded and took Giorno's hand. "Okay, let's go." And both boys left the house, hand on hand, on his way to their date.

After 10 minutes walking carelessly, talking about a shitload of things and holding hands, they arrived at the park where Fugo prepared the picnic.

Once they arrived, Fugo freed Giorno’s hand. “It’s a nice day to have a picnic, don’t you think?” Fugo said, turning to see Giorno enjoying the sun’s warmth.

“Surely.” Giorno grinned and followed Fugo’s lead to where he had set up the picnic. The pink robin followed both of them too.

They arrived where the picnic was set up and Fugo let out a relieved sigh when he saw that the stuff was intact and nothing was stealed. “Take a seat, please.” Fugo pointed with his hands, lighthearted.

Giorno smirked at that, Fugo is so cute when he’s playful. He sat on the wide cloth that was spread on the grass.

Fugo was about to sit next to Giorno when he heard a shout.

"YOU! DON'T SIT THERE!" A boy shouted from the distance, running to where Fugo and Giorno were. Another three boys and a girl joined.

Fugo frowned at them, Giorno turned to look at him and then at the kids. "Is there someth–" he started to say but the same boy that shouted interrupted him.

"This place is for someone." The child had a mop of hair, brown curls all over his head, freckles and he was missing a front tooth, he must be about 6 years old. "You are the third person trying to steal the food."

"I'm that someone." Fugo said, explaining the situation to them. Giorno was suppressing a laugh at the scene.

"Are you Pannacotta Fugo?" The boy with the curls said, raising a brow questioningly.

"Yes, I'm Pannacotta Fugo." Fugo stood straight, lifting his chin trying to look intimidating.

The children obviously didn't seem to be intimidated by him.

"Mmm, and how do we know you are saying the truth?" The girl spoke, judging him, putting her arms on her sides and leaning towards him. She had bright red hair and big brown eyes. She also had a lot of band-aids on her legs and arms, she must be very sportive.

"He's saying the truth." Giorno backed him up, just trying to help him.

"Mmm, and how do we know you are telling the truth too?" Another boy, with shaved barely visible black hair asked, this one had an adhesive pad on his cheek.

"Yeah!" The other kids agreed to that.

"What happened to your cheek?" Fugo asked, raising a brow.

"Fell off from my bicycle two days ago, is gross, wanna see?" The boy offered with an encouraging smile.

"Um, no thanks?" Fugo replied back.

"Show us an identification to confirm to us that you are him." The girl asked him.

And that was bad, he didn't have a real ID because he was still a minor and neither a school identification because he wasn't a student either. He can't show his false ID either, it didn't even have his name on it.

God, these kids Narancia paid were really persistent. He had to admit that they did his job well.

"Uhm, you'll see, I don't have an ID 'cause I'm still a minor." Fugo cringed at that. Jeez, this wasn't cool and he was pretty sure Giorno must be wanting to laugh.

The kids began to think about what other thing they could ask them to confirm his identity.

"The dumbass who paid you, his name is Narancia, he's my friend." Fugo said, hoping that would be enough answer.

"That doesn't mean anything, there are a lot of Narancias around here." Another boy replied, crossing his arms and leaning his weight on one leg. This boy had hazel eyes and had red hair too, he must be the girl's brother but this one didn't have band-aids all over his extremities.

"There really are not." Fugo deadpanned at that, what kind of bullshit was that? Fugo bets that Narancia is the only idiot that has that name.

Giorno let out a little chuckle at that, this was just too funny for him.

"So tell us how this Narancia is." the boy with the curly mop of hair spoke again.

"He's a loser that has black hair and dresses with black clothes, he has wrapped around his waist a thing that looks like a skirt but it's not really a skirt. He has purple eyes and talks very loud." Fugo explained, rolling his eyes and moving his hands around his face and body to point out Narancia's features.

"Guys, he's the one." A boy with beige blonde hair whispered loud enough for them to hear.

"Can I enjoy the picnic with my boyfriend in peace now?" Fugo asked, kinda annoyed with the gremlins that were in front of him. Taking a deep breath to not lose control.

"Since the moment you said you were Pannacotta Fugo you could, actually" The boy with curly hair clarified, smiling devilishly.

"What?" Fugo asked, this was unbelievable.

"Hahaha, yeah!" The girl laughed out loud, Giorno laughed too because her laugh was contagious.

Fugo stayed in silence, processing all this.

"You must have seen your face, it was priceless." The blonde kid cracked his voice because of his laugh.

"Narancia said: 'Just ask him his name– which is Pannacotta Fugo– and see if he's with another teen, he is his boyfriend. You can mess with him a little, he's blonde and looks like an idiot. If you ask him about me, he will definitely say that I'm an idiot but he's the only idiot here. Have fifty bucks, buy an ice cream or something.'" The boy that led the group quoted Narancia effortlessly.

Of course Narancia would say all those things, what a jerk.

"Where are your mothers by the way?" Fugo asked, a little bit irritated by how these kids played with him. He had a date to start.

"Somewhere over there." All the children pointed at the same point behind them without turning to see what they were exactly pointing at.

"Go with them, as you can see I have a date with my boyfriend." Fugo rolled his eyes, Giorno smiled endearingly.

"Your boyfriend is very pretty." The ginger girl commented.

"I know, right?" Fugo smiled dreamy at that, forgetting for a moment his irritation.

"Very pretty, how did you get a boyfriend that pretty?" The child with the adhesive pad on his cheek asked.

"I think by pure luck, he's amazing." Fugo answered proudly to say that Giorno was his boyfriend.

"You are incredible, Fugo, it wasn't luck." Giorno spoke, giving Fugo credit. "It was impossible for me not to have a big crush on you."

"Uugghh! Love, gross." The girl faked a gag when she listened to Giorno's affectionate words.

"I think it's sweet." Her brother replied, turning to stare at his sister. The girl nudged him a little bit hard on the shoulder 'ew'.

"Okay, we'll leave you both alone now. Our job here is done, guys." Curly Hair said very loudly. "We deserve ice cream. Let's go before they start kissing." He stuck his tongue out and started to run.

"Have a great day!" Blondie shouted as he ran with the other kids. "Ciaoooo."

"Thanks!" Giorno shouted back with a smile, waving goodbye to the kids.

"Kids are weird." Fugo said as he sat next to his boyfriend, getting comfy. "I'm definitely not going to have children."

"Kids can be annoying but those were fun, a lot." Giorno smirked at Fugo.

Fugo let out an 'ugh' and rolled his eyes, "Fun for you, they were stealing our date time." Fugo responded, it was funny now that they were not here with them. "Little shits." Fugo laughed after a moment, Giorno followed.

"This date hasn't even begun and I have already busted a laugh." Giorno narrowed his eyes.

"I hope you like the food I brought." Fugo checked the basket with the supplies and started to bring out the food. "The menu today is: pudding, fresh bread, strawberry jam, orange juice, a little bit of wine that I stole from Abbacchio's secret collection– which it's gonna cost my life later but it doesn't matter 'cause I'm gonna share it with you." Fugo listed the things he brought and bought as he organized them. Giorno laughed and watched Fugo speak.

"Sounds amazing to me." Giorno said, approving the things that Fugo was offering.

"Remember those glorious hamburgers Mista invited us after a mission, those that made Narancia cry?" Fugo asked at Giorno, with excitement in his eyes.

Giorno's eyes had a glint too, his face brightening as he remembered. "Absolutely! Did you buy them?" Giorno smiled.

Fugo nodded, confirming Giorno that, yes, he bought them. "Oh my God, you are making me, like, the happiest teenager alive right now, just so you know." Giorno leaned and gave Fugo a kiss on the forehead.

"I really hope so, you are making me happy too." Fugo chuckled softly.

The pink robin sang over them, posing itself on the branch of a tree over them.

Both boys started to eat their stuff and share kisses from time to time. There was a fresh breeze and a nice shadow covered them, keeping them safe from the sun rays and still letting some sunlight pass.

Even though it was still summer, it was less hot than the other days. It was pleasantly warm.

"And that's how Mista got bald, temporarily." Fugo finished telling the story about how Mista tried to bleach his hair and it got all wrong and had to shave.

"So, when I arrived, Mista was bald?" Giorno was laughing, bald Mista is something he didn't imagine but now that he pictures it, it seems pretty ridiculous.

"Mhm." Fugo nodded, tightening his lips suppressing a laugh, his dimples showing meanwhile.

"Don't let him know that I told you, please. He will try to make my life miserable for days." Fugo pleaded at Giorno.

"The story is safe with me, don't worry." Giorno poked Fugo's dimpled cheek lightly.

He saw the little bird that Giorno created and remembered about what was next.

"I think it would be pretty cool if you saw your surprise." Fugo said, remembering Giorno about his gift.

"I'm very curious about it." Giorno jumped and the bird flew to his lap. Fugo saw how the bird turned into the wrapped box again.

"I hope you like it." Fugo bit his lower lip, waiting for Giorno to unwrap the gift.

Giorno removed the wrapping and contemplated the black box, "Are these shoes?" He smirked at Fugo.

"Yes but actually no." Fugo shrugged, not fully answering Giorno. "Go on, open it."

Giorno raised a brow at him and opened the box, his eyes got very round and his mouth became a little 'o'.

"Do you like it?"

Giorno took the new quad skates, he admired them for some time. The quad skates were made of white leather, it had pastel blue wheels and pastel pink shoelaces. They looked wonderful and Giorno let Fugo know.

"These are incredible, Fugo." Giorno put them aside and hugged Fugo, Fugo chuckled and hugged him back.

Giorno kissed him full on the lips, Fugo's world started to spin and Giorno was the only one making him not fully lose his balance.

"I'm glad you liked them." Fugo said when he pulled back from the kiss. "I saved up my money for those, it's honest work." He gave Giorno a cheeky smirk.

Giorno kissed him again quickly. "Thank you, Panni. I love them."

Fugo snorted at the nickname, Giorno raised a brow but never stopped his smile. "It's just that it has been so long since someone called me that."

"I think it is very cute. It suits you." Giorno sat straight again.

"I'll let you call me that." Fugo responded.

"Fugo, there's one problem with quad skates. I don't know how to skate, I have never tried." Giorno nibbled his lower lip, a little bit embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I got you." Fugo kneeled and turned, he took from a cloth bag his own. "I'm gonna teach you." He grinned at Giorno.

"I didn't know you could skate." Giorno said open-mouthed. "I have never seen you rollerblading."

"Now you learned something new about me." Fugo showed him a smug smirk. "Put your skates on."

Fugo put his on and waited for Giorno to finish. He kneeled to tie Giorno's shoelaces, just because he wanted to. Giorno blushed a little.

Once Giorno finished to put them on, Fugo stood up and offered Giorno a hand to lift himself up.

"Wait." Giorno said, bending to touch the basket with things and turn it into a honey/golden cocker spaniel dog. "Just to be careful." He turned again to see Fugo with a smile. The cocker spaniel sat comfy on the cloth and watched Giorno with happy eyes. He let him a little.

They started walking his way to the concrete where other people were skating and riding their bikes. Fugo grabbed Giorno by the arm all the time so he didn't fall.

On the concrete track, they searched for a big space where they could be without running into the others minding their own business.

"Okay, basics." Fugo started, he bent to point out the quad skates parts. "The skates have a lot of stuff but the most basic things you will use are: the boots, the wheels and the toe stops, this one is to stop rolling when you want to." Fugo explained, pointing with his finger every piece.

Giorno paid attention very closely to all the basics Fugo was explaining to him: how he was going to stop, roll and do all the stuff you do when you skate. He gave examples and Giorno watched in awe how Fugo made it look so easy.

"Now, it's your turn." Fugo stopped skating once he was in front of Giorno again. "Try to do it." He took his arm and held him securely. "Don't worry to trip on, I'm not going to let you fall."

Giorno felt his heart dance joyfully and couldn't resist to kiss Fugo's dimpled cheek. "I know."

"Be careful." Fugo warned and started to skate with him.

Giorno was a pretty quick learner, it didn't take long for him to start skating on his own without Fugo's arms support. Fugo felt very proud of him.

"This is very fun!" Giorno shouted once he took more confidence in rollerblading.

"Yes, it is!" Fugo rolled over where his boyfriend was.

Giorno took his hand and they began to wander along the concrete track. "How did you learn to skate?" Giorno asked Fugo.

"My grandma gave me a pair for my birthday. One of my older brothers offered to teach me and that's how I learned. It was a pretty fun thing to do when my parents weren't keeping me captive in the house learning stuff." Fugo snorted, a soft smile escaped at the thought of those days.

"It must be fun to grow up with brothers." Giorno stared at him with attentive eyes.

"Yes, it was cool." Fugo nodded, not deepening the subject. "You don't see me skating 'cause I don't have time to do it, now I have someone to do it with." Fugo glanced at Giorno lovingly.

"Thanks for teaching me, you are a very good teacher." Giorno squeezed his hand. "Even if Narancia says otherwise, he thinks you are pretty shit." Giorno snorted.

Fugo huffed, "It's just that Narancia takes so long to learn stuff like math and I get irritated. Sometimes I feel bad about how I yell at him, you know?" Fugo winced at the end of the sentence.

"I know, and more importantly, he knows. Narancia rarely gets sad about things like that." Giorno turned again to watch the road.

"Yes, no hard feelings." Fugo snorted. "Hey, do you still have space left in your stomach for an ice cream?" Fugo spoke, pointing with his head at the ice cream shop near them.

"For ice cream? Always."

Fugo guided him to the shop. Not letting Giorno's hand free until they arrived.

"Giogio, about our things, are you sure we are going to find our shoes still there?" Fugo asked as they waited in the line.

"Sure, don't worry about it." Giorno shrugged carelessly. "The dog that I left there is watching our shoes too."

"It is a beautiful dog, don't you think someone might rather steal him?" Fugo lifted his eyebrows at his boyfriend.

"He's definitely not going to be stolen from us." Giorno chuckled, reassuring Fugo.

It was their turn in the line, they ordered their ice creams and left the place, easily skating his way to where they left the honey/golden dog and their things.

"Coconut and vanilla, sounds good. May I have a taste?" Giorno asked Fugo with interested eyes.

Fugo let him steal a bite, "It's delicious." Giorno said finally.

"I know. Let me have a bite from yours?" Fugo requested back. Giorno nodded immediately and offered the ice cream to him.

Fugo stole him a kiss on the lips and pulled back after he felt it was enough. A smug smirk was showing on his lips.

Giorno had a smirk equally smug as Fugo's. "You smooth pretty boy."  He licked his ice cream.

"Strawberry and chocolate, it tastes heavenly." Fugo changed his smirk to an innocent smile.

Giorno shook his head and kept rolling their way to their place.

"Imagine being lactose intolerant and not being able to enjoy ice cream, that would be awful!" Giorno exclaimed.

"Abbacchio is lactose intolerant." Fugo added very helpfully.

"What a loser." Giorno snorted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Fugo laughed at that and Giorno followed him.

"Look who's back." Giorno pointed at the kids that they met about three hours ago.

They stepped into the grass and walked where the kids were petting the dog.

"Hi again." Fugo greeted them, more relaxed than before.

The children jumped in surprise when they listened Fugo's voice, as if they were caught doing something wrong. It didn't last.

"Is she your dog?" The girl with the bunch of band-aids asked, not taking her eyes off of the dog which was swaying his tail happily at the attention.

"Yes, he's mine." Giorno answered kindly, the girl opened her mouth at the realization that she dog was a he.

"He's super beautiful." Her brother spoke, petting the dog too. "I remembered that you both don't know our names!" The red haired boy exclaimed at the teenagers in front of them.

"There's no need to–" Fugo tried to say but he was interrupted again.

"I'm Rogelio, she is my twin sister Rebeca." The boy that now had a name talked. Rebeca waved hello at them.

"I'm Gabriel." The boy with the short hair and an adhesive pad on his cheek said, stopping to look at Fugo and Giorno in their eyes.

"Miguel, nice to meet you." The blonde boy introduced himself and continued to play with the dog. Giorno nodded.

"My name is Pablo." Curly Hair greeted.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm Giorno and this is my boyfriend, Fugo." Giorno returned the kindness and continued to eat his ice cream.

They all smiled brightly at him. "Narancia was right, these kids are fun." Fugo whispered at Giorno.

Giorno nodded and raised his eyebrows, agreeing with Fugo.

"What's your name?" Rogelio talked to the cute cocker spaniel as if he would understand him. "Angelito?" He giggled along with his twin sister, covering their lips.

"What's his name?" Miguel asked Giorno with curiosity.

Giorno turned to look at Fugo, trying to come up with a name for the dog. "Uuh–"

Fugo closed his eyes thinking of a name, Giorno was faster.

"His name is Leo." He replied with a smile and a brow up, waiting for the children to say something.

"Hi, Leo!" Gabriel and Pablo started to say the golden creature.

"Leoncio." Rebeca came up with a longer name. "Sounds epic."

"Yes, it suits him." Rogelio nodded in approval, crossing his arms, looking all serious as a kid can look.

"Can I take him home?" Miguel asked with hope in his eyes.

"You can't ask his owner if you can take his dog away, genius." Rogelio nudged Miguel a little bit hard on the arm. 'Ouch' he let out quietly.

Giorno sniggered endearingly.

The date was incredible.

When both boys arrived home at dusk, they wished each other goodnight for almost thirty minutes because they got distracted by a quick making out session in the living room. After that, they parted ways to their respective rooms.

Between Fugo going to the bathroom and putting his pajamas on, Golden Experience appeared and left Fugo a precious dahlia along with gerberas on his bed.

It definitely was a special occasion.

***

It was breakfast when Bucciarati and Abbacchio arrived at the house from their vacation week.

"We are home!" Bucciarati announced the arrival, all the boys that were in the kitchen ran to the entry.

"Hello!" Mista greeted almost shouting from excitement while Narancia exclaimed, "We missed you!"

"Don't tell us lies, Narancia." Abbacchio snorted and let himself be hugged by Narancia.

"I'm not telling lies!" Narancia faked feeling offended by Abbacchio's suggestion.

Fugo and Giorno were stealing glances to the hands of the pair in front of them, in the search of a ring.

"Nice to see you again." Fugo talked with a little bit of hurry while trying to beat Giorno on spotting the engagement ring.

"Good to have you back." Giorno said with the same tone as Fugo.

"Hi?" Bucciarati frowned in confusion at both blonds. Abbacchio had the same face as Bucciarati.

Fugo and Giorno smiled brightly at them at the same time.

"So, any news? How was it?" Mista asked kindly, eyes with expectations of something.

"Yes! Any good news?" Giorno and Fugo asked. Narancia was nodding in the background.

Bucciarati and Abbacchio had confused faces with the attitude of these boys. They decided to ignore it.

"Yes? We actually have something to tell you." Bruno started, turning to see Abbacchio.

Abbacchio looked like a new man, full of life. He gave Bruno a cheeky smile and said:

"We are getting married." In his typical deep voice.

"Ha ha! I told you" Fugo jumped and faced Giorno, pointing him with his fingers.

"Awesomeeee!" Narancia shouted in celebration.

"I know, Pannacotta, don't shout victory so soon tho." Giorno crossed his arms, leaning towards Fugo with a challenging smile.

Mista tackled Bucciarati and Abbacchio in a crushing hug.

"Whaat–?" Bucciarati didn't understand all the display in front of him. Both men let themselves be carried away by this strange scenario.

After all the boys congratulated them for the engagement. Giorno and Fugo obviously asked the question about the proposal, they had a bet ongoing.

"Yes, who proposed who?" Narancia replicated the question with both eyebrows raised.

"Funny question." Abbacchio snorted, he began to walk to the kitchen.

Bucciarati grinned and blushed a little bit. "We both did it." He said following his fiance to the kitchen.

"No way." Fugo let out, frowning because that meant he didn't win.

"Yes, not going into details but when I turned to show him the ring, he had a ring on his hands too." Abbacchio explained, his voice sounding afar from the kitchen.

Giorno turned to see Fugo with a shit-eating smirk on his lips, leaning on one leg and feeling absolutely smug about this.

"Ha! I told you not to claim victory yet." Giorno teased, poking his tongue out at Fugo.

"Why do you look so happy? You didn't win either!” Fugo snorted at his boyfriend, raising a brow.

“I’m not happy, I’m just smug.” Giorno shrugged.

He’s so cute, Fugo wants to kiss his show-off smile away. “Okay, then.” Fugo lifted his hands in surrender. “Neither of us won.”

“I heard you guys were talking about ‘winning’, did you guys bet on who was gonna to propose first?” Mista interrupted them, getting closer to where both boys were standing.

Fugo nodded in affirmation. “Yes.” Giorno answered.

“Neither of you won, losers.” Mista laughed in mockery, it was funny for him. “What was the condition?”

“The loser would wear whatever the other wanted for a day.” Fugo replied, stealing a glance at Giorno’s beautiful face.

“OH! But you guys have to fulfill that either way.” Narancia appeared from behind.

“I’m starting to regret telling you about this.” Fugo sighed, Mista had a devilishly grin stuck on his face.

“Too late, you both are going to dress how Narancia and I wish.” Mista declared, giving Narancia a high-five.

“We never agreed on that.” Giorno said, not irritated with Mista and Narancia.

“We are not gonna stop pestering you both if you don’t accept this.” Narancia replied, hugging Fugo with one arm across his shoulders.

“What he said.” Mista pointed at Narancia with his thumb.

“Okay, just because we are cool.” Giorno chuckled, surrendering to his friends.

“Losers are not cool.” Narancia teased him lightheartedly. Giorno stuck his tongue out for him.

“Hey! Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that.” Fugo told Narancia off, nudging him lightly.

“Well, then, you are the only loser kind of loser here.” Narancia said, returning the nudging.

“How long has it been that you became boyfriends?” Mista asked curiously, his arms still crossed. “You guys never told me! I was sad when I found out on my own.” Mista faked a sad puppy face, throwing it directly at Giorno especially.

“About a month and a week.” Giorno smiled brightly at Mista, clearly ignoring the puppy face.

“ALL THAT LONG?” Mista shouted, all of them cringing from the sudden burst of voice on their ears.

“Dude!” Narancia complained, covering his ears.

“Sorry.” Mista muttered, looking a little bit embarrassed about it. “Does Bucciarati know?”

“He was the first one, actually.” Fugo bit his lip, shrugging at Mista as a way of saying ‘sorry bro.’ Back, when it was said that they 'haven't told anyone', it was kind of innacurate.

Mista put his hand on his chest, as if his heart hurted from the betrayal. Giorno laughed at him.

After joining breakfast again with Bucciarati and Abbacchio. Giorno and Fugo made their way to the gorgeous garden in the back of the house and laid there, easy and joyful about having each other’s company.

“It’s not too soon to say that I really want to spend a lot of my life’s time with you?” Giorno told Fugo, his head resting on his chest, hearing how Fugo’s heart beated faster after the question.

“I don’t think it is too soon.” Fugo said, feeling his brain turning to ooze from the emotions. “I want to spend a lot of my time with you too, GioGio.” He felt Giorno smile.

Giorno lifted his face and leaned closer to his face, Fugo leaned too.

And with the sun warming them up, the sweet smell of beautiful flowers surrounding the place and birds singing cheerfully, they kissed each other blissfully.