A Hard Day's Night
The next day Fugo went on with his same morning routine until it was time to take the bus and go to school. There he met his friends as usual before heading to class. The first thing he noticed was that Giorno wasn't there.
Giorno was not present.
An odd feeling crept inside his stomach.
He sat down in the back of the class, as per usual because life goes on without Giovanna. At some point the teacher talked about a project with a partner. He wasn't sure, he wasn't listening much today. He snapped out of his daydreaming when he heard his name being called out by the teacher, "And Sheila... Since Giorno isn't here today you're partnering up with Fugo."
They both sighed audibly.
Sheila turned around and glared at him, wordlessly telling him to move in Giorno's seat but Fugo stayed put, raising a brow, challenging her before the teacher spoke up, "Fugo move next to Sheila you two are acting like a couple of children."
And suddenly, Sheila's face morfed into something disgusting and unusual... A smug smile... Ew.
Fugo made a face before grabbing his stuff and moving in Giorno's empty seat. He then spoke up, "There. Happy?" She just smiled once more and nodded. They started working on the project. Sheila had a very logical way of thinking and Fugo felt a soft feeling of admiration go through him. It was a physics project and it was going to be long. He could indulge her a little more...
The hour passed really fast and they worked well but Fugo noticed her eyes always darting to a certain spot in the room. He followed her gaze and it fell on Trish Una. Now Trish was very famous for not talking to many people and also for being extremely beautiful. She rejected every boy that asked her out. Something clicked in Fugo's brain and his face broke into a grin as he leaned close to Sheila's ear to whisper, "Aiming high, now, are we?"
Sheila immediately snapped out of it and started hitting Fugo as the boy desperately tried to avoid getting slapped as much as possible by covering his head with his arms while cackling.
The next days, Giorno wasn't there much either and Fugo found himself sitting next to Sheila often. She was nice company. Didn't stop his mind from wondering if Giorno was doing okay. He hopes he isn't, of course.
Finally, after three days, Giorno came back. He looked really disheveled with a red nose and a scarf wrapped around his neck. Ah. So it was a cold. Sheila immediately smiled when she saw him and Giorno smiled back, sniffling.
And god damnit why was Giorno still looking so pretty while being sick. It's not fair. The color that was present on the boy's face because of the sickness made him look even more like an angel. His, let's be honest, not very well-kept hair made him look more natural and strangely all the more charling.
Fugo needed to punch something.
At the end of the day, Fugo walked to the bus station and saw Giorno close behind. He took off his air buds and turned to him and, surprisingly, met Giorno's gaze who was already looking at him.
Fugo cleared his throat before speaking up, "Don't see you at the bus stop often."
Giorno scratched the back of his head, "Yeah uhm my mom can't pick me out today and my bike broke."
Fugo nods and fidgets in place.
"You had a bad cold?"
Giorno chuckled, angelic sound, and answered, "You can say that, yeah." Then they got back to comfortable silence. It was the first time they talked. Ever. And somehow Fugo has never been happier.
Fugo also noticed Giorno's headphones that he probably pulled off at some point while they were talking still playing it's loud music.
"That's some pretty hardcore song you got there"
Giorno's eyes lit up as he looked at Fugo straight in the eyes with a hopeful smile, "You wanna listen?"
How could Fugo say no?
"Sure." Fugo said with a small smile of his own. Giorno took off his headphones and placed it gently on the dirty blonde's hair. Fugo did not know what possesed him but he slowly brushed his fingers against the one's that was putting on the headphones on his head right now. The soft instant soon got ruined by Giorno's music blasting in his ears. It was more screams than actual words, the instruments were everywhere and it was overall a very unexpected facet of the blonde boy. Fugo then saw his bus coming from the distance and sighed as he took the headphones off, "I have to go..."
Giorno looked down for a bit, "Oh... Well did you... Like it?"
Fugo shrugged and smirked, "Not my style but cool, I suppose."
Giorno grinned and only then did Fugo notice the guy's subtle bunny teeth. Oh my god.
He sat on one of the bus's seat with a whole concert happening in his stomach and everywhere in his body.
Louder than Giorno's songs.