JoJo's Bizarre Adventures Oneshots

Fugo: Grounded

I love Fugo. Basically you help to ground Fugo and he considers you an angel. (You really are) while you help with Narancia's math skills.

740 words.

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Fugo didn't like his outbursts, but it was hard for him to control. By the time he realizes what's happening, it's too late and the damage is done. It's only one of the reasons he was happy he had a blessing like you.

You always sat with him when he tutored Narancia. You rarely paid attention, favoring whatever book you happened to get your hands on rather than mathematics. You helped Fugo with his anger, at the moment, helping him cope with ways other than violence. One way to force him to use non-violent measures was to inconvenience him. With that in mind, the three of you sat at a longer table so he couldn't reach over, as well as having him sit on the inside, right beside a wall. If he wanted to harm Narancia, he'd have to walk all the way around.

You listened as Fugo's voice got more and more strained. He gripped his armrests glared at Narancia. "Stop being a dumbass! I taught you this less than ten minutes ago!" He slammed his fist onto the table, rattling everything on it. You set down your fork and slowly moved your hand on top of his fist, gently rubbing his fist with your thumb. Fugo took a deep breath and opened his hand and allowed you to insert your own.

"Unclench your jaw, sweetheart." You said lowly, pulling up his hand to place a kiss on it. He did as told and leaned back in his chair, beginning to explain the process once more to Narancia. You set down your book one table in an awkward attempt to flip the page. Narancia finished whatever problem Fugo had him do and presented it to him. It was obviously wrong. Fugo's hand left yours to grab a pencil and write another example, so you moved your hand to his thigh. You made random movements, although you tended to do stars the most. You switched between patterns frequently to keep him grounded, from lines to dots, to writing short phrases on his leg.

"I still don't understand! This is stupid." Narancia complained. Fugo stood up and started barking expletives at Narancia. In response, you turned to Fugo, finally looking away from your book.

"Panna." You tugged on his arm, but he took no notice. " Panna," you said once more, more firmly, gripping his elbow. He whipped his head to face you, scowling. "Go grab some water. I'll take over for a bit." He nodded, unintentionally storming away.

You leaned down, grabbing the folder that held the practice problems. You pulled out a small graph and set it in front of him. "This should help solve get the basic problems. It also means there is no way you can get it wrong if you actually try to solve it." You stood up, pushing in your chair and walked over to Narancia, looking over his shoulder. "Do you understand how to use it?" He stared at the paper and hummed.

"Nope." You grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down 34 x 19.

"Do you know how we start?" He nodded enthusiastically, telling you 4 x 9. "Yes, good job." You referred back to the sheet, placing your finger on 4 on the y-axis. "All of these are multiples of 4," you moved your hand along the line, "and this goes for the other numbers as well, vertically and horizontally." You placed your other finger on the 9 on the x-axis and moved the two fingers along until they met up. "Where the two factors meet up is the product. 4 x 9 is?"

"36. " You praised him on his correct answer, moving on to the next part. You explained how 1 x 4 is 4, but how this represented a 10. Fugo came back, now holding what you assumed to be water, and sat down, watching you.

"You okay?" You looked up from Narancia. Fugo nodded and took another sip of his drink.

"So, 646?" You looked back down and looked over the work.

"Perfect. Now do that with the rest of the problems. Now that I know you can do it, you have no excuse." Narancia groaned but complied. You sat down beside your lover, leaning on to him. "I gave him the sheet. Hopefully, that'll help."

"It better." He wrapped an arm around your waist, as you put your hand on his thigh, drawing little stars. He was calm and he was blessed.