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Cracking your eyes open to the feeling of something subtly shaking your shoulder a sigh left your lips, your eyes were blurry from just having woken up but you could make out blond hair and green attire.

"Fugo?"

"I went to see if you wanted to help with breakfast but your door was open and I came here to see you and Mista passed out on the couch." Blinking a bit and registering what he was saying you seemingly pieced together the unspoken question as to why the two of you had been sleeping on the couch.

"I couldn't sleep last night and I guess Mista couldn't either so we stayed up chatting." Explaining that you covered your mouth as a yawn slipped though, "But anyways, have you made breakfast yet?" Seeing him shake his head you let out a hum moving aside the blanket you didn't recall grabbing. "Can I still help?"

"Oh, of course." He seemed rather happy at your question, responding almost too quickly.

"Alright, just let me go freshen up real quick then." Watching him give a nod and trail back to the kitchen your gaze moved onto Mista seeing that he was still sound asleep. Shaking your head and getting off the couch you moved the blanket covering you onto him at least providing the man some warmth.

Patting your hands together and moving out into the hall you spotted Bucciarati making his way down the hall, the man's attire and everything perfect as always. "Morning." Humming that out he gave a subtle nod followed by a soft smile.

"Morning to you too. Just wake up?" Pursing your lips at that and raising a brow you paused before the man as did he.

"How could you tell?" Upon asking that he let out a low chuckle, his bob bouncing a bit as he did so.

"You've got bedhead." Simply stating that he watched your face contort into one of embarrassment as you hastily tried to flatten whatever strands were puffed up, the quick movements caused him to laugh once more.

"Don't laugh. That's mean. I bet you probably get bedhead too." Insisting that you unknowingly pouted, hands still running through your hair unable to see exactly what was wrong with it.

"And what makes you so certain about that?" Almost curious as to why you'd insist that, he crossed his arms peering down at you awaiting a response.

"Because you can't just look perfect all the time! There's gotta be some point where your hair or something is messy." Making a few gestures with your hands and moving your gaze up to his own you could make out a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Well if you're that insistent, then you're welcome to check whenever. You know where my room is." His words held a slyness to them and the slight smirk stretched out across his lips threw you for a loop.

Hoo boy. You were not prepared for that response.

"Well, I- uh I mean sure." Failing to properly make a comprehensible sentence you didn't even need to say much for the man to chuckle once more, a short nod being given after and before you knew it he'd continued his way down the hall.

You were definitely flustered.

Quickly shuffling to your room after the encounter, you swapped your pajamas for a set of jean shorts and a sweater as well as briefly tidying your hair. Heading back to the living room you quickly went to work with the task Fugo had given you. Which as simple as it may have been, you were glad to have been helping out.

Merely just enjoying each other's presence, a few choice words from behind caught your attention quickly being followed by the slam of a pan on the stove. Turning back to see what happened you could hear Fugo letting out an array of curses. "Hey you good?" No response was given.

Pausing what you were doing and heading towards the blond you peered around him to see what had happened. Your eyes right away moved to catch the underside of his hand quickly reddening, the contents of the pan were strips of bacon leading you to assume he had burnt himself.

"What happened?" Asking once again you lightly rested a hand on his shoulder right away feeling how tense they were. You knew Fugo had some anger issued but they seemed easy enough to deal with if you were calm and just walked him through whatever had caused the shift in attitude.

Reaching out and flicking off the burner you shifted the pan onto one of the cooler ones to stop the bacon from overcooking, before reaching towards the man's burnt hand taking it softly in your own.

You knew how sensitive burns could be upon first getting them so you just carefully brought him over to the sink. Each movement being watched by purple hues, curious as to what you were going to do yet knowing that with how soft you were moving and treating him that he could trust you.

"If I accidentally hurt you let me know." Stating that then flipping the tap on you stuck your own hand under the water waiting for it to cool down before swiftly moving Fugo's under the chilled water. "Cooling down the burn is the first step so your hand doesn't hurt as much for the rest of the morning."

Explaining a bit about what you were doing to the quiet blond you assumed his lack of words was just him observing what you were doing. How fast you acted made him understand why you were a (L/N), but also made him realize that by being blood related to a family of that status that growing up it must've been hard.

To meet their standards. He knew that all too well.

"Did you always know how to do all this? I mean like first aid stuff?" Murmuring that just by your shoulder you gave a nod in response still focusing on Fugo's hand. You tugged the boy a bit closer having his head practically rest along your shoulder while you kept your hold on his hand.

"Well of course. My family is known for the best medical professionals around and it was always enforced since I was a young age. One could say my parents were trying to mold me into the perfect medic." Mindlessly saying that you nodded to yourself turning his hand over in your own, this time using your thumb to lightly drag across where the burn was. A subtle yet soft warmth dusted over his hand before the water was shut off and you threw a towel into his hands. A smile set out across your features, "Go on, dry your hands."

Merely blinking at you a bit confused at the sudden instructions he dried his hands off with said towel pausing as he got to where the burn was. The supposed to be tender and red skin was practically gone and it appeared like nothing had happened at all. Turning to where you stood he could see your lips curl into a smile, "I'll take over the stove, you cut up some fruits. Just don't stab yourself alright." Saying that and giving a grin you added a quick wink as well before moving to finish whatever Fugo was doing by the stove.

At the smile and wink he could feel his heart rate speed up, you were so caring it was unbelievable. Rolling his eyes at his own thoughts while moving to where you were cutting fruits he shook his head. The entire time he'd been cutting them up his gaze couldn't help but trail towards you then towards his hand. Your grip on it was so delicate while attending to something so small, each step and movement appearing elegant in a way.

The whole interaction just warms his heart.

It made him feel happy and content with the idea that the two of you could cook together in the morning.

Just you and Fugo.

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