"If you need to be mean, be mean to me." The words ring in his head as Fugo blows a puff of smoke into the air. He only smokes when he's missing you, missing your love.

"Tch," The Stand user scoffs, flicking the ashes off the balcony.

He had just blown up at someone and it fills him with the thickest regret. Agony that the smallest things make him so destructive.