What Happened To Fugo After He Left

So, Guido Mista and the gang saved Italy (again!). Good for them. But what about poor Pannacotta Fugo?

The dude peaced out during the Purple Haze Feedback arc. Where did he go? Did he ever stop regretting that decision?

My Wildly Unpopular Fugo Theory

Okay, hear me out. This is my theory about what happened to Fugo. It involves cheese. Lots of cheese.

My theory isn't tragic or angst-filled. I don't think he became a supervillain. I think he just…calmed down.

Maybe he opened a cheese shop. Stick with me here!

Imagine it. Fugo, a bit older, a little wiser. He's surrounded by delicious cheeses. He knows the difference between provolone and parmesan.

He probably perfected his stand, Purple Haze, too. Sanitizing surfaces with a sneeze? That's good for hygiene!

He uses his stand to clean cheese rinds. It is a perfect scenario. Efficient and effective!

Think about it. He's still using his intelligence, but in a less stressful way. No more Stand battles, just brie and baguette.

He's teaching people about cheese! He gives snarky recommendations. "Don't pair this with that, you absolute buffoon!"

He wears an apron. It probably has little strawberry patterns. Ironed, of course, because Fugo is all about being presentable.

Okay, this is where it gets really interesting. Maybe Bucciarati's spirit visits him in the cheese shop. It's all very Dickensian.

He asks for forgiveness. Bucciarati smiles sadly. "You did what you thought was right, Fugo."

Or maybe Mista wanders in, needing cheese for a pizza party. Awkward small talk ensues. They end up bonding over ricotta.

My unpopular opinion? Fugo didn't need to be a tragic figure to be interesting. Sometimes, redemption is found in the simple things.

Let's be real. The Passione Mafia life was chaotic. Stand battles, betrayals, arrow shenanigans. Who needs that?

Selling cheese is way less stressful. Sure, you might get the odd demanding customer. But that's nothing compared to Diavolo.

He can use his math skills for inventory! Accurately measuring cheese? That's a skill worth having. Fugo can finally use what he is good at.

Also, consider the uniform change. Less purple suit, more practical apron. Definitely an upgrade.

Besides, who doesn't love cheese? It's delicious, versatile, and pairs well with wine. Fugo made a good choice. Cheese is good.

Ultimately, Fugo found peace, purpose, and a whole lot of Gouda. That's a happy ending, right?

So, the next time you're enjoying a cheese platter, think of Fugo. He probably helped pick out those fancy cheeses.

And maybe, just maybe, he's finally found happiness. One perfectly aged parmesan at a time.

He is Fugo, cheesemonger extraordinaire. What do you think?