#suozagara

"--Sweets on discount...? Oh!”

And with all of the force of a bulldozer, Polnareff remembered the significance of the day! It was Valentine’s Day! It’d been a year or two since he’d been able to celebrate it, and he probably never could since his prospects of finding a significant other were all but gone now. Considering that he was stuck within Coco Jumbo--it really limited how far he could travel within a day, as well as the people that he could meet.

Spending the day with a teenager who’d quickly become one of Polnareff’s treasured friends was more precious than a wasted day of transitory romance. Polnareff grinned at Narancia. A day of binging on discount sweets definitely sounded like a plan.

“Of course I’d want to!” He responded just as boisterously.  “Let’s go, Narancia! The chocolates aren’t going to wait for us... Just be careful when you pick me up--!”

Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger. Send “sword” for my muse to put themselves between your muse and danger.

Narancia was someone that Fugo cared for, without question. Fugo had cared for Narancia from the very start, when he’d first laid his eyes upon him. He’d stood at the mouth of the alleyway, looking at the boy rooting through the garbage--and he’d had a moment of dissociation where he’d realised that he could’ve been Narancia if life had progressed differently. If he’d never met Bruno.

Perhaps that had been a reason why Fugo had dragged the boy to Bruno, that he’d been trying to disprove the irrational fear that Bruno might’ve never found worth in him had he been as unfortunate as Narancia had been. Nonetheless, it had left Fugo with a distinct feeling of responsibility over his teammate, despite the fact that Narancia was a year older than him. He taught Narancia, he cared for Narancia--he protected Narancia.

As an enemy bore down upon Narancia’s blindside, Fugo found himself lunging out almost instinctively, calling out Purple Haze with a desperation beyond anything else he’d felt recently. Those virulent capsules weren’t used--but instead, the monstrous Stand shoved Narancia out of the way, just as a knife slashed through the space that Narancia had just been occupying.

“--Watch out, you idiot!” Fugo couldn’t help but snap, even as his Stand awkwardly lurched about, unable to use its fists to attack when it would release the virus and affect everyone close by. They were enclosed, indoors--it was uncharacteristic for Fugo to call his Stand out in the first place, but fear for Narancia had spurred him on without thinking.