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Lingering before the large kitchen island you let out a hum looking over the calendar that rested before you. The week and weekend seemed to have flown by and it felt like only yesterday you'd gone out with Trish and Narancia, but that was farther away than you initially assumed.

Breathing out a sigh and moving to see if anyone had written anything for next month on the calendar, the sound of the main doors opening captured your attention. Slipping out of the kitchen and peaking into the hallway leading to said door your eyes fell upon Giorno and Mista. "Oh you guys are back. Nice, how was wherever you both went?" Not wanting to ask too much about what they were doing you eyed the two.

"Nothing too eventful, but everything worked out." Being the first to speak up Giorno gave a hum, a briefcase was held in one of his hands while a subtle glow took over his expression. "What about everything here? How's everyone been?"

"Pretty good. Everyone's been pretty good. I mean the place is still standing." Nodding your head to that your eyes trailed towards Mista who was currently stretching out his arms behind the blond, following the action with an overly loud groan.

His dark hues fell upon you while a slight huff left his lips, "Still not wearing pants for PJ's?" At the comment you flushed slightly scowling at the gunslinger.

"We've been over this, they're just really short shorts." Briefly raising the shirt to show the shorts you once again huffed crossing your arms, "It's too hot to wear sweatpants to bed."

"Sorry I don't think I saw the shorts. Mind showing me again?" The grin that took over his expression right away caused your face to heat up some more and a sort of 'help' look was flashed towards Giorno who himself seemed to be holding in a chuckle.

"With that tone of voice and look hell no." Shaking your head quickly in response you turned your attention towards Giorno quickly switching the conversation. "Do you need help with anything?"

"If you don't mind, there's a few bags in the car that need to be brought inside. Mista and I have to go over a few things before we can grab them, but if you could help that would be appreciated." Nodding right away what he'd said you moved to slip on some shoes.

"Oh yeah of course and you just need them inside or do you need them in a specific place?"

"Just inside should be fine." He appreciated how quickly you were to help with such a trivial task, but the task itself was also kind of like a little surprise.

Craning the front door open and making your way towards the car you paused having caught sight of something in the back seat.

Well, someone.

Slowing your pace down and gradually nearing the window you could make out all too familiar strawberry blond hair as well as bits of green clothing. "Fugo?" The name left your lips almost hesitantly as you tried to get a better look. But it seemed as though fate had different plans as the door was quickly flung open, window slapping against your face like a crisp slap while your butt made contact with the cement driveway.

"Oh! I'm so sorry I didn't see anyone there!" Quickly closing the door and extending a hand out his vibrant purple hues shined with familiarity, they glazed over your form briefly before he spoke once more. "(Y/N)?"

"The one and only." Giving a faint laugh at the fact he hadn't recognized you at first, you took his outstretched hand in your own using it to hoist yourself up. "And it's fine. I mean I was standing too close to the door to begin with but Giorno didn't mention anything about someone being in said car."

"Unless you were the bags I'm supposed to carry inside? Because I mean I don't know if I can carr-" You were cut off quickly having been pulled into a sudden hug, the action of which shocked you since Fugo never struck you as someone who was touchy feely.

Not knowing exactly what to do, you did the best you could at returning the gesture before the blond quickly pulled back, a red hue dusted over his face. "Sorry, sorry just- it's been awhile." Rubbing the back of his neck in an embarrassed manner he looked off to the side.

Realizing that it probably seemed like you weren't happy to see the blond you right away flashed him a bright smile, "Oh no that's perfectly fine. It has been a while hasn't it." Stepping around the blond and briefly patting his shoulder you hummed, "But like I said before if you're the bag I'm supposed to bring inside I don't think I can carry you."

Letting out a brief airy chuckle at your comment he watched you pop open the trunk of the car tugging out two of the three bags tucked within. Trailing over himself he reached over one of your shoulder pulling out the last bag, "I'm definitely not the bag."

"Good." Laughter quickly followed after the one word you said as you hoisted both bags into your hands assuming that Fugo could take the last one and close the trunk.

Hauling the two bags inside and pausing by the door to make sure the blond was following you made sure to keep a slow pace upon walking in. "I'm pretty sure everyone else is still asleep." Humming that out and shooting your gaze over towards the wall clock it read 7:30. Early but not too early.

"You still wake up early?" Having caught up to where you were Fugo leaned slightly into your line of sight before shifting himself to stand parallel to you.

"Of course. It's my grace period before getting pestered." Answering with that you could faintly catch Fugo let out a sigh, the subtly upward tilt of the corner of his lips let you know he was perhaps reminiscing. "Because I guess every day is pester (Y/N) day now."

A laugh left through his lips upon hearing that and he could honestly picture how close the group must've gotten over the time spent together. But that thought also made him feel guilty for not having tagged along, though it wouldn't have benefitted anyone anymore than it should have.

"You all must've gotten pretty close then huh?" Seeing you give a nod at his statement he could see how you eyes somewhat glimmered upon thinking back to how everyone was now.

"Like a big family, I mean we do get into arguments of course but where's the fun in having a perfect team?" Inputting that and swaying in place to nudge the blond with your elbow a hum left your lips. "What about you though? What and how have you been?"

Taking in your question and pondering over how to respond he swayed with each step for a moment, head swimming with answers before finally opening his mouth to speak. "Stressed and busy, very busy."

Bobbing your head to let him know that you'd been listening to, the two of you stood by the entryway hallway, the interesting thing about it was the fact that it was one of the longer hallways in the whole manor.

"Sounds like you have been very very busy. But I'm sure you can relax a bit now right?" Assuming that because of the bags that Fugo would be staying for a bit you gave a somewhat hopeful look. It would be nice for the blond to rejoin the group and stay for good.

"Hopefully I can," Beginning with that he turned to face you, a warm smile decorated his features.

"I mean I'm here to stay now and I don't plan on staying behind anymore."

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Fugo @ Y/N:

Ya'll would not BELIVE how many people were asking me when and if Fugo was coming back- well HERE YOU ARE, our precious strawberry boy is back!