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Pizzeria
Title: Pizzeria
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Narancia, Fugo, Risotto
Pairing(s): Narancia/Fugo
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 520
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: We interrupt plot to bring you a much more important date night.
Notes: Risotto and Narancia broness is important to me.
A restaurant that isn’t filled with the wafting scent of warm bread at the very least isn’t a real Italian restaurant. The smell is comforting and familiar to Fugo, helping him to relax even despite the fact that he is at a restaurant for dinner alone with Narancia.
Pizza places are not necessarily the most romantic of dinner options, but this is still suspiciously resembling a date.
“Congratulations on acing your test,” he says, trying to put that from his mind. “I knew you could do it if you studied hard.”
Narancia grins. “Of course I could! But you helped a ton too.”
“Well, I did what I could,” says Fugo, a bit sheepishly. “Have you decided what you’re going to order?”
“Aaah, it all sounds so good… Can I just get every topping?” asks Narancia.
There are at least twenty toppings on the list. “I’m not sure all that would taste good together,” says Fugo. “Besides, that would be expensive.”
“It’s okay! Risotto gave me enough money to get three whole pizzas, so I can get whatever I want.” Narancia taps his chin. “You think he doesn’t take anybody out to eat and that’s why he’s got so much money?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me.” Fugo doesn’t pry into the private lives of the assassins much, but Risotto seems the reserved type. “But the capos are paid considerably.” He takes a sip of water.
“He needs a wingman,” Narancia says. “To help him get dates. I should pay him back for getting me this one.”
Fugo chokes on his drink. Spluttering, he manages a weak, “Wh-what?”
“Well, I mean-” Narancia gestures vaguely. “We’re at a nice place eating a nice dinner and I like you, and you like me, so it’s a date!”
The waiter chooses this most inopportune moment to appear, with Fugo still red-faced. Narancia places his order of literally every topping on his pizza, and Fugo has to take a moment to remember what he’d decided on.
Once the waiter leaves, Fugo clears his throat. “I- You could have said something if you knew I liked you.”
“It was really obvious though. I figured I didn’t have to say it.” Narancia tilts his head. “Did you think I didn’t like you or something?”
“Well… I wasn’t sure…” Fugo tries to shrink into his seat and make himself invisible. Unfortunately, that’s not actually one of his powers, so all he succeeds at is looking really embarrassed.
Narancia laughs, and it doesn’t help Fugo’s embarrassment at all. “Duh, I like you. You’re smarter than me, but you’re still kind of dense sometimes.”
All Fugo can do is nod. It’s true.
Their pizzas are delicious, even Narancia’s ‘literally every topping’ monstrosity. After they’ve paid, Narancia holds his hand and walks him back to the car, and Fugo can’t help but smile the whole drive back.
The person to greet them at the door is Risotto. “How did it go?” he asks, almost smiling.
“Really well!” says Narancia, face shining with happiness. “Thanks for being my wingman.”
Fugo blushes and covers his face, and now Risotto really does smile. “Any time.”
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Narancia, Fugo, Risotto
Pairing(s): Narancia/Fugo
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 520
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: We interrupt plot to bring you a much more important date night.
Notes: Risotto and Narancia broness is important to me.
A restaurant that isn’t filled with the wafting scent of warm bread at the very least isn’t a real Italian restaurant. The smell is comforting and familiar to Fugo, helping him to relax even despite the fact that he is at a restaurant for dinner alone with Narancia.
Pizza places are not necessarily the most romantic of dinner options, but this is still suspiciously resembling a date.
“Congratulations on acing your test,” he says, trying to put that from his mind. “I knew you could do it if you studied hard.”
Narancia grins. “Of course I could! But you helped a ton too.”
“Well, I did what I could,” says Fugo, a bit sheepishly. “Have you decided what you’re going to order?”
“Aaah, it all sounds so good… Can I just get every topping?” asks Narancia.
There are at least twenty toppings on the list. “I’m not sure all that would taste good together,” says Fugo. “Besides, that would be expensive.”
“It’s okay! Risotto gave me enough money to get three whole pizzas, so I can get whatever I want.” Narancia taps his chin. “You think he doesn’t take anybody out to eat and that’s why he’s got so much money?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me.” Fugo doesn’t pry into the private lives of the assassins much, but Risotto seems the reserved type. “But the capos are paid considerably.” He takes a sip of water.
“He needs a wingman,” Narancia says. “To help him get dates. I should pay him back for getting me this one.”
Fugo chokes on his drink. Spluttering, he manages a weak, “Wh-what?”
“Well, I mean-” Narancia gestures vaguely. “We’re at a nice place eating a nice dinner and I like you, and you like me, so it’s a date!”
The waiter chooses this most inopportune moment to appear, with Fugo still red-faced. Narancia places his order of literally every topping on his pizza, and Fugo has to take a moment to remember what he’d decided on.
Once the waiter leaves, Fugo clears his throat. “I- You could have said something if you knew I liked you.”
“It was really obvious though. I figured I didn’t have to say it.” Narancia tilts his head. “Did you think I didn’t like you or something?”
“Well… I wasn’t sure…” Fugo tries to shrink into his seat and make himself invisible. Unfortunately, that’s not actually one of his powers, so all he succeeds at is looking really embarrassed.
Narancia laughs, and it doesn’t help Fugo’s embarrassment at all. “Duh, I like you. You’re smarter than me, but you’re still kind of dense sometimes.”
All Fugo can do is nod. It’s true.
Their pizzas are delicious, even Narancia’s ‘literally every topping’ monstrosity. After they’ve paid, Narancia holds his hand and walks him back to the car, and Fugo can’t help but smile the whole drive back.
The person to greet them at the door is Risotto. “How did it go?” he asks, almost smiling.
“Really well!” says Narancia, face shining with happiness. “Thanks for being my wingman.”
Fugo blushes and covers his face, and now Risotto really does smile. “Any time.”