Umbrella

Fugo was outside in the chilling rain, knocking on Bruno’s door. He didn’t answer.

“Bucciarati?” he called out.

No answer. Bruno must be away. The golden blond sighed and walked away, heading to Abbacchio’s house to wait for the rain to stop. Or he would’ve if he hadn’t seen Giorno sprinting across the street towards a school.

“Giorno, where are you going?” Fugo shouted.

“Fugo?” the blond called out and ran towards him. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to say the same thing. Why are you going inside that school?”

It was 3:15 PM and a Tuesday.

“It’s a boarding school that I attend,” Giorno answered.

“Oh, right. You attend school.” Fugo was soaking wet. “Can we head inside?”

“Right. Come on.”

They went inside the school and headed to Giorno’s room.

“Wow, your room is small,” Fugo commented. “I guess this is all you need, just a desk and a bed.”

“And a drawer,” Giorno said, looking for some clothes. He tossed a blue outfit and another one in black. “Your clothes are wet. You should change. Do you want to wear the blue or black one?”

His outfits were identical. Each had a boob window and ladybug. However, the black one grabbed his attention because some green colors were on it.

“I’ll wear the black one,” Fugo answered.

“Alright. I’ll let you change clothes first. Hopefully, it will fit.”

Giorno left the room while Fugo changed. The golden blond looked at the mirror in his room, staring for a while.

“Fugo, are you done? How does it fit you?” Giorno asked behind the door.

“It fits, but it feels strange,” he explained. “I’m not used to having my chest exposed. I’ll get out so you can change.”

Fugo stepped out of the room and waited for the other to change. Once he finished changing, the blond had an umbrella in his hand.

“You’re heading outside again?” Fugo questioned.

“Yeah, Bucciarati wanted me to collect the protection money.”

“That reminds me, where is Bucciarati? He’s not at home. Is he doing something?”

“Yeah, he and Mista are guarding someone. I think it might be all day. Why?”

“I got back from tutoring Narancia, and I usually head to Bucciarati’s house to watch TV or await orders.”

“Why not just go home?”

Right, Giorno doesn’t know. Why would he? “Can’t. Homeless.”

“Oh,” he said. “Why not just break in?”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“He’ll understand. If you don’t want to, I could think about something else on the way. For now, let’s just get this out of the way. Stick with me. I don’t have enough room under this umbrella.”

Fugo went with Giorno to collect money from the businesses around Naples. At first, the business owners thought Giorno wanted their money until Fugo explained that he was a new member. They gave them the money afterward. All that was left to do was collect cash from the docks.

“So, is joining the gang isn’t exactly as you thought?” Fugo said, making their way to the docks.

“I know that eventually, we’ll get a dangerous task,” Giorno said. “Are the docks any dangerous?”

“Hmm,” Fugo thought. The rain was pouring harder than usual. “Usually, Bucciarati sends Mista to the docks. Mista told me he got into a fight with a druggie while walking over there. After that, he told me nothing happened.”

“Why doesn’t Bucciarati send you? What about Narancia or Abbacchio?”

“Abbacchio doesn’t fight people. And as for Narancia, Bucciarati wants him to focus on his studies. Wait, you’re in school.”

“Yes, I am. Aren’t you in school too?”

Fugo sighed and explained his past to Giorno. After that, the blond apologized. Since they were talking so much, Giorno spoke about his past also.

“Wow,” Fugo commented. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. Maybe I should’ve been nicer to you.”

“It’s fine. You’re with me now, hanging with me, wearing my clothes.”

Fugo didn’t realize it until now, but being under the umbrella made them look like a couple, causing the golden blond to blush. “True. Still, I wish I could’ve hung out with you sooner and more often. Well, we’re here at the docks. Want me to come with you?”

“Of course! I enjoy spending time with you.”

Then a druggie tackled Giorno, causing the blond to drop his umbrella. The druggie stabbed him multiple times.

“Asshole!” Fugo shouted.

Fugo brought out his stand and pulverized the baster. He ran towards Giorno, kneeling on the wet concrete.

“Giorno!” he panicked. It looked like he had lost a lot of blood. It was hard to tell due to the rain spreading the blood. Assuming the worst, he began crying.

“Fugo…” Giorno struggled to speak.

“Oh god, Giorno!” He sobbed uncontrollably. “I was just getting to know you! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

With Fugo unaware, Golden Experience took one of Fugo’s ladybugs and repaired himself. The blood stopped seeping.

“Fugo, it’s alright,” Giorno said, no longer struggling.

“But it’s not! I should’ve been more aware of my surroundings!”

“Please, get up. You’ll get wet again. I’m already soaking wet from laying on the wet ground.”

“I—” Fugo sniffled and struggled to speak coherently.

Giorno got up to pick up his umbrella, causing the other to stop crying.

“What? Weren’t you just bleeding?” Fugo asked.

The blond helped the Fugo up. “Yeah, but don’t worry about it. Let’s get this done, and we’ll go to Bucciarati’s house.”

After collecting protection money, they went to Bruno’s, and Giorno picked the lock to the door.

“I hope he doesn’t mind,” Fugo commented as Giorno opened the door.

“He’ll understand,” he responded, going in first. “Wow, nice house. You should tell him to make a copy of his key.”

Fugo went inside. They were both in the living room, and the two decided to watch TV until the rain disappeared. Both of them cuddled underneath the blanket Bruno left, keeping themselves warm.

“Hey, Fugo,” Giorno said, looking at him. “Thanks for being with me.”

Fugo stopped watching the TV and looked at the blond. His head did move a little bit, getting closer to Giorno, and the other’s head moved closer too. Their eyes closed, getting ready for the kiss.

And they would’ve kissed until Bruno came into the house unexpectedly, causing the two to get away from each other.

“Fugo, Giorno?” Bruno called out. “What are you two doing here?”

“Well, I had nothing to do after tutoring Narancia,” Fugo explained. “I tried to go here, but you weren’t there. Then I bumped into Giorno and ended up helping him collect the protection money. After that—”

“Sorry,” Giorno interrupted. “I was the one who broke into your house. Fugo had nowhere to go. I was about to leave. Here’s the money, by the way.”

Giorno got off the couch and handed Bruno the money.

“I’ll be on my way,” Giorno said to his capo.

“You can stay,” Bruno told him.

“I would, but I have school tomorrow. That, and I need to return Fugo’s clothes.”

“Giorno!” Fugo got out of the couch and hugged the blond. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you too.”

The blond left.

“You two seem to be getting along quite well,” Bruno commented.