A Walk in the Park

It was a sunny, breezy morning at the cafe. Fugo and Giorno sat outside, drinking their coffee.

“Are you sure I’m allowed to have a drink while guarding you?” Fugo asked, holding his cappuccino. “Anything could happen.”

“Of course, Panna,” Giorno said. He had a strawberry drink. “Don’t worry so much.”

Somehow, what Giorno said did the opposite effect. Fugo’s legs fidgeted, and his eyes darted around.

“Let’s go for a walk in the park,” Giorno suggested.

“You want to be out in the open?”

“It’ll be nice and relaxing.”

“This sounds like a date.”

Giorno smiled and grabbed his hand. “Yeah, it’s a date.”

They walked to the park together and wandered around. The leaves had changed to warm colors, and a few pedestrians walked by. One of them was a group of girls who looked at them, blushing. Giorno hugged the Fugo’s arm.

Mine, Giorno said internally.

The girls frowned slightly and continued walking.

“We should have more days like this,” commented Giorno.

“Hey, Giogio, why do you like me?”

“You’re attractive and smart, and you’re also blond.”

Fugo giggled. “Because I’m blond?”

“Yeah.”

“Giogio, could we sit somewhere? My legs are getting tired.”

“Of course.”

A bench was nearby. The two sat down close to each other, and Fugo’s fingers intertwined with Giorno’s.

“I needed that walk,” the golden blond said. “Back at the cafe, all I could think about was protecting you.”

“You know I can handle myself.” The boss placed a hand on his cheek, his thumb caressing the scar near his mouth, causing Fugo to look away shyly. “Maybe I should’ve said ‘Let’s go on a date to the cafe!’ instead of ‘Want to grab some coffee?’”

“Uh, yeah.” His face turned pink.

Giorno drew Fugo’s face closer to his by pulling his tie, but later they heard a gunshot from far away. Fugo toppled over him, protecting him. His eyes darted around for any enemies.

“What going on?” Giorno asked.

“Don’t know. I don’t see the shooter.”

“The shot was far away. I don’t think I was the target.”

Fugo faced Giorno, who was still under him. Their faces were so close; they were inches away from their lips touching. The golden blond’s heart beat fast, and a sweat bead traveled down his face.

“C-can I kiss you?” Fugo asked.

The other blushed. “Yeah, I was hoping for a kiss.”

Fugo leaned in for a kiss, and the both of them closed their eyes. They kissed, and Giorno’s lips were soft and tasted like strawberries. Then he withdrew suddenly, looking at his boss’s expression. Giorno's lips pouted, then, suddenly, he grabbed his tie, yanking him to his lips. It hurt, but Fugo liked it. Their lips parted again.

“I always wanted to do that,” Giorno said. “I didn’t yank you too hard, did I?”

“Oh, no. I don’t mind if you did it again.”

The blond giggled playfully. “We should get going. You want to keep walking around the park or head home?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

“Very well, let’s keep walking around.”