This Fugo story will start with you two attending the same university and it goes on from there. This has no lemon in it, the only warning is that you witness one of the most horrifying things in Fugo's life. Which means the warning is...yes...dark themed.

I know a lot of people don't like Fugo, but I love him and I feel so much sympathy for him. He's been through so much and it's heart breaking. He was pressured to get good grades, and probably get a good job and wife as well. Then, he almost got sexually assaulted by that bastard who is clearly not a good husband. He deserved the beating that Fugo gave him, but Fugo did deserve to go to prison for murder. If I was in his shoes, I would have probably done the same thing too. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Anyways, Yes, you live some of his past, which is why I said you start out at the university. That's the first time you and Fugo met each other.

Here's some Fugo with his stand and by himself!

I personally like the manga version colors, I don't know why but I just do. Anyways, enjoy the story.

(Y/C/P) = Your College Profession

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Second POV

This is your first day at the university, being almost 13 years old and a "smart as a whip" kid. You're really nervous, of course, being dressed into something formal because you're wanting to go into (Y/C/P) and you were raised with formal clothes.

Like Fugo, who would change your life forever, you had strict parents. They wanted you to make their family name respected. You didn't try to kill your parents though but you did just cry so much at night and you'd have to use makeup to cover the baggy eyes from hardly any sleep. Your mother wanted you to be like her, just looking presentable for a rich Italian kid, marry him, and give her a gorgeous grandchild. Your father just wanted to see you get good grades and act like a whore. He even said that to you, in person, in your face. He even gives you sexually appealing clothes so a man might steal you away and make sure the only job you get is being his housewife. Like that would happen because fuck your parents, they don't run your life(if your actual parents are actual assholes, like so much asshole, then yeah, otherwise, honor and love thy mother and father;The Ten Commandments! Amen!).

God, do they want you to get a good career, or do they want to make you into a stripper?

You're in the library, looking for a book on poems, since you were so interested in poetry from Literature class. That's when you heard two voices from the other side of the bookshelf. You sneakily move one book to the other to see what was going on....

Your eyes widen at the scene that's right there before your eyes. One of the professors, your professors to be exact, "flirting" with a young boy. You see some kind of drool about to come out from his mouth and his lips real close to the boy's ear.

Then, his eyes see you.
That's when you panic.

You quickly put the book back and before you could get away, the professor puts his hands on either side of your head. All you can do is panic even more, knowing the worst is going to happen. His deep chuckle close to your ear as he moves his hand under your clothing makes you yelp loudly and quickly put your thighs together but that doesn't help at all...his hand is already groping you. Then, like God answered your prayers, the young boy rushes over to the both of you, screaming and yelling at the professor.

"STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP, STOP!!!!" His hardback book on the judicial branch of the U.S.A smacks the back of the professor's head so hard, the professor grunts loudly and falls on the floor. You don't know what to say, what to feel, or even think about. All you can do is watch as the young boy smacks the guy with the book, still yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I LOOKED UP TO YOU! I WASTED MY LIFE HERE LEARNING FROM YOU SONS OF BITCHES AND YOU TRIED TO ASSAULT ME AND MOLEST THIS GIRL WHO DID NOTHING WRONG TO YOUR PEDOPHILE ASSHOLE!! YOU FUCKING FUCK!! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!" (I'm sorry for the storm of curses but it's either him or Abbacchio that would also curse up a storm like Ghiacco)

He pants heavily as he takes one last swing at the man's now broken face and lets the book drop from his hands. You tremble and quake under his blank gaze that he has on when he turns around to look at you. He slowly goes over to you, and chuckles awkwardly.

"Sorry about that."
He grows super worried when you look at him like you're about to vomit, especially from the blood of the dead professor and what he would have done if Fugo didn't save you. You're not really...stomach settling about anything horrific so you do have a sensitive stomach somewhat.

Immediately, you can't hold it anymore and all of a sudden, you retch and nausea overcomes you. Fugo holds your hair back and rubs your back slowly as you take your moments to vomit all over the carpet and cough with tears going down your face. It was horrible.

A few minutes after some awkward introductions, the police came in to arrest Fugo and a lawyer that was paid by your family rushed over to you and asked if you were Alright. Well guess what? You didn't go to Fugo's trial because his parents used their money to clear him of all charges and you never saw him again at the university.

You completed your studies a year later and now worked as Dr. [Y/L/N]. The lawyer that was paid? He was forced on you, but you were messed up. All of those years at the university, going on dates that bored the hell out of you, molded you into a woman who never got help. You were forced to marry him, but you said no. That was it for you and your family. You walked away from being the heir to their 400 million dollar fortune, did things your way, and you were an alcoholic. Your money was wasted on bottles and bottles of fancy wines, and expensive whiskey.

One day, you were out and about at night, drunk as hell with a bottle of Jägermeister in hand, your hair just messy and everywhere from the dancing and men trying to get you to their cars. You were on the verge of blacking out from too much alcohol and you knew it as you tripped over a cracked sidewalk piece and landed face flat on the ground. Your nose was bloody and stained your clothing and the sidewalk. The last thing you saw that night was Fugo rushing over to you in a panic with two other people, one of them wearing a blue sweater and tiger printed like pants and the other wearing a orange hairband and a one-piece outfit with an orange skirt.

That morning is present day and boy were you lucky that you didn't have alcohol poisoning. You looked around and saw Fugo at the other side of the double bed that you slept on. Of course, you knew it was Fugo. He has the same hair and the same kind of style from a couple of years ago.

You were flustered to see his sleeping body beside you, especially since he's topless. You were curious to wonder if he was fully naked so you lifted the heavy blanket that was on the both of you and sighed in relief, thanking god that he wasn't. He was in mint colored pj pants and the hem of his boxer briefs were showing, and yes, you knew he was wearing those because you know what they look like. I mean women are just as dirty as men right?

You bite your lip gently and put your hand on his arm, looking at his face...

"AHHHH!"
You scream as you jolt back a bit. He flinches and yelps a bit, blushing lightly as he looks away.

In secret, he couldn't stop thinking about you, and missed you all this time after he quit university. He would've stayed but he was afraid you wouldn't talk to him anymore. Now that he's in the Mafia and has all these friends, he was waiting for that moment when you two would meet again.

Last Night...

Narancia and Mista help Fugo carry your unconscious body to the gang's little hideout. Narancia looks at the bottle of Jägermeister that you're holding weakly and quickly grabs it before it could break on the concrete.

"Hey, Mista? What's this?"
Narancia looks at Mista, cocking his head slightly.

The curious, precious boy of just 17 knows only the basic things in life, basic things in mathematics, and extreme things dealing with combat. Mista, the perverted 18 year old, a natural gunslinger, a natural joker, and a beautiful man with his fear of the number 4, knows more than Narancia but less than smartass Pannacotta Fugo.

Mista grabs the bottle and looks at the brand name, squinting his eyes a little to see if his brain isn't messing up his vision.

"Well, it's a German brand...since when does... Vager...mister..."
Fugo sighs in annoyance and looks at the brand name as well then smacks Mista in the back of the head.
"It's Jägermeister, dumbass. And stop looking at the bottle, for fuck's sake! [Y/N] might have alcohol poisoning! Although, it was marketed as a cough suppressant and stomach digestive, originally."
"Thank you, Professor jackass for the information that no one gives a shit about-"
"DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT WANT ME TO PUT FOUR PRONGS INSIDE YOUR ASS?!"
Fugo stops walking and glares at Mista who glares at him back, gripping his fists, ready to punch Fugo at any given moment.
"DONT YOU EVER SAY THAT WORD AGAIN SWISS CHEESE LOOKING, THONG WEARING, MASSIVE-"
"Guys!!"
Narancia screams at them, which makes them immediately give Narancia the death glare.

He grabs your body from Fugo's arms and carries you inside the hideout and up the stairs, but before he can open his bedroom door, Fugo looks at him with worry and grabs your body from him, taking you to his room instead and shutting the door behind him. Narancia just looks at his door dumbfounded, wondering what the hell just happened.

Fugo sighs in relief, locking the door behind him so no one can come in. He lays you down on the bed and sees your dress sort of expose your magenta colored panties, so he just sighs again and slowly takes off your top and/or bottom, putting it on the dresser and quickly looking away when he sees that...you're not wearing a bra. He can't help but grow very flustered, the color of a tomato showing on his face.

'I...I...Dammit Mista! Your fault, not mine! She is...pretty sexy...no. Don't you dare, Fugo. You're better than that.'

He gives himself a five minute pep talk to the wall, arguing with himself if he should leave you there with your underwear on, or give you an outfit of his.
He soon decides to just give you one of his shirts he bought from a store when there wasn't anything to do that day.

He pulls out the top drawer slightly and grabs one of his orange t-shirts that he never wears anyways and goes over to you, putting it over your body. Then he lays you down on the bed and covers you up with the heavy blanket that kept you nice and warm all night, especially when Fugo comes in a few minutes after in his outfit.

End of Last Night...

"W-What are you doing here? Where am I? Where's my dress and heels? W-"
"[Y/N]! Calm down. Your dress and heels are by the dresser, you're in my bedroom, and before you ask, no, we didn't do it."
"A-Alright. Umm...t-thanks for taking care of me."
"Well, I kinda had to. There's a bandage on your nose and you have a few knees scrapes but, you're completely fine."
"Umm...Fugo?"
You bit your lip again and look into his eyes, not noticing that your hand is still on his arm.
"Y-Yeah?"
He looks into your eyes as well, wondering what you're thinking about.

Without thinking, you just say those three little words:
"I love you."

Your lips press to his and you feel your heartbeat pump faster from the magnetic touch his lips bring. He grows flustered, but a little bit less than he was yesterday, before kissing your back, wrapping his arm around your waist. You press your body to his and put one of your hands on his cheek, smiling shyly when you pull back from passionately kissing him.

"I won't ever forget what you've done for me, especially when I die and live with you in the stars. Oh, Fugo."
You hug him tightly, having your head nuzzled into his chest. He just smiles his brightest and hugs you back, planting a few small kisses on your head.

"There's no time to die. Not in a million years. [Y/N]...you're the one..."