It was hard trying to return to normal life after the fight with Diavolo. The gang had lost many people: Abbacchio, Bucciarati, and Narancia. People you and Fugo considered friends.

You and Fugo were absent-mindedly hanging out together, but it had gotten to the point where you ran out of things to discuss and were choosing to sit silently. That was until Fugo sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes with his hand. He seemed sad as if his mood had slumped. He wasn't taking the losses well; you knew that much.

After a moment, he noticed you looking at him, and he waved a hand dismissively. "Sorry, don't worry about me."