"Enough teasing—damn idiots!" his hands trembled, face flushed red with embarrassment.

Narancia and Mista had been teasing him for weeks. It'd gotten so bad, that Abbacchio would chime in and make a snarky comment with the straightest face, getting a rise out of the enraged boy with ease.

Hell, even Bruno couldn't hide the faint grin that formed on his lips when asked for his opinion. And when Giorno joined in, he genuinely thought you two were dating.

Ever since you had joined the group a few weeks ago, you'd gotten the closest to Pannacotta Fugo. You always sat beside each other at the table, chatting nonstop. You agreed on nearly everything—and when you didn’t, you’d calmly and thoughtfully explain your take. Fugo liked that. A lot.

Now, the teasing had turned toward you.

Just the other day, you scolded Narancia for not studying, bringing up what Fugo would’ve said. Narancia groaned, slumping in his seat. "Jeez, you just love acting like his counterpart, don’t you? Just date already,” he muttered, reluctantly scribbling in his notebook with annoyance.

Date?...

Oh, everyone knew how it was now. The cat was out of the bag, it was obvious.

You seemed to get quiet again, shyer around Fugo, and it made him worried. Was he doing something wrong? Did you know he was harboring feelings?

So finally, when you came out of the bathroom alone, he was waiting. His hand caught your wrist gently, pulling you aside.

“Hey, why’re you acting so distant?” he asked, eyes narrowed in frustration. “Are they teasing you too much? Did I… do something?”