JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Fugo x Reader: "Distraction"

You were extremely close with Fugo ever since he brought you and Narancia in off of the streets. He had fed you, kept you warm and safe, taught you everything he knew (or at least tried to). You admired his intelligence and his wisdom, though his quirky aggressiveness was quite charming as well. However, his anger never seemed to turn towards you. When you got a question wrong he would stroke your hair and encourage you to try again, as you sat, ashamed at your stupidity. He assured you that you were actually quite good at your subjects, though you never believed him. Fugo was a genius, you were just the average teenager. And Narancia... he was Narancia.

"Goddamn it you stupid little punk! What the hell are you playing at?" Fugo banged the table angrily with his fist. You let out a small squeak of surprise, but he didn't seem to notice as he grabbed Narancia by the collar. As the cup and saucer on the table began to clatter with the force of his violent shakes, you pulled your notebook away, still frantically scribbling down numbers as you eyed the two boys.

"Well, I don't see how adding fifteen to eleventy-seven or whatever is gonna help me in the long run anyway!" Narancia lunged at Fugo menacingly and the teacup finally toppled to the floor. You casually dodged the splash of hot water, the ringing sound of broken china distracting you from the equation. You just needed a bit more time: carry the one, subtract the ten, and...

Fugo reached for the fork.

"I'm done! DONE!" You shot up from the chair, waving the notebook in Fugo's face before he could stab. He immediately brightened, a childlike smile spreading across his cheeks. Narancia was still crouched for an attack but you helped him take a few deep breaths to calm him down.

You glanced back at Fugo, gauging his reaction as he sat down at the table contentedly. His eyebrows furrowed, and he squinched his nose as if deep in thought. You always did your best not to giggle at the adorable expression that crossed his face whenever he was problem-solving. However, you hoped this didn't mean you had done something stupid to get your answer. You looked down at your feet nervously while Narancia sunk down in his chair. Thankfully Fugo didn't notice when he started making "Volavolavola!" noises as he played with the salt shaker like it was a toy airplane. You rolled your eyes as the grains of salt scattered across the wet table, dirtying his math notebook. But you turned back to Fugo, biting your lip in suspense.

Then you felt the firm hand on your arm. You sighed, were prepared to correct all of your mistakes. However, his expression was uncharacteristically enthusiastic. Fugo leapt up from the chair to pull you into his embrace.

"I-Is it ok?" You stuttered as his fingers tangled through your hair, his other arm resting on your back.

"It's perfect!" He chuckled. Over his shoulder, you caught Narancia sticking his tongue out at you. You glared at him, before hugging Fugo back tightly.

"Ugh!" Narancia moaned. "Get a room, you two!" Your face immediately burned a bright red and you stiffened.

You never should have told Narancia. You gushed all the time about how smart Fugo was, how kind he was, how handsome he was... Okay, Narancia had been the one who had jumped to conclusions. He teased you about how you were "soooo in love" with Fugo, sometimes pushed you into his arms when he walked by (of course, whenever he did this you yell at him just as Fugo did during tutoring sessions). But you didn't deny how much you adored him.

Fugo had pulled back, holding your shoulders at arm's length as he looked at you expectantly. Wait, huh? Had he said something? Had he asked you a question? Dammit you had been so lost in your thoughts...

"What?" The delayed response must have seemed extremely idiotic as Narancia cackled tauntingly. You threw him a dirty glare.

"How about tonight?" Fugo continued, paying no mind to Narancia's childishness.