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Fandom: Persona 4 
Pairing: Yu/Yosuke
Rating: Teen
Category: M/M
Summary: Souji is away from home, but not without a way to keep in touch.
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. It was written for Souyoweek2016 on tumblr.

The inn that the Kirijo group had set him up in was nice. Yu really couldn't complain. It was traditional in style, much like the Amagi inn with its floor futons, but it had modern conveniences, such as a private bathroom and a digital alarm clock.

Yu's only real complaint was that he was away from home. Mitsuru-san had called him up for some urgent Shadow Operative business, so he'd had to leave his comfortably domestic life to take care of it. It shouldn't take long—it was just some training he had to help with—but it was the principle of the thing.

He hadn't wanted to leave his family, though he was sure Yosuke and Kichirou were doing just fine without him. They'd managed before, after all, but he couldn't help thinking about them and worrying. Had Kichirou done all his homework?

He sent the boy a text asking him just that, and thus opened a line of communication. Kichirou wanted to know everything about what he was doing and where he was, so Yu sent him a bunch of pictures he'd taken. He loved showing off; a monster had been created the day he'd bought a phone with a built-in camera.

Oh! you're going to sleep on the floor, Kichirou texted in response to the latest set, which were a bunch of pictures of his room at the inn.

Yeah! Maybe when I get back, we can have a campout night in the living room, Yu suggested. We'll invite Hiro-chan and it can be a party!

I can't wait!

I'll need to buy a yukata. Or maybe I'll 'borrow' the one I have on right now.

A yukata? I wanna see!

Yu stared at the message for a second before breaking out into a grin. With all the pictures he'd taken of the room, he'd forgotten to include a picture of himself! The inn had provided a yukata to walk around in. It was cream-colored and had the stiff quality of clothing that had been washed a few too many times.

He sat down on the tea table, smiled, and took a selfie. He sent it to Kichirou with a cute cat emoticon at the end.

There wasn't an answer from Kichirou after that. According to the digital clock, it was around his bedtime. Routine was fairly strong in the Hanamura residence. Yosuke should be giving him a bath right now, and then Yosuke would read him the next chapter of the book they were reading, and then he'd be asleep.

Yu wasn't yet ready to turn in himself. He had to meet with Junpei-san in the morning, but he knew the guy was a late sleeper. There wasn't any need to head to bed early, so Yu pulled out a picross book he'd bought in the lobby and got to work. He was on the third puzzle when his phone buzzed with a text message.

It was from Yosuke.

Please don't send sexy pictures to my son

Sexy pictures?!

Yu was offended. There was nothing wrong with the picture he'd sent. To make sure of that, he opened it on his phone. Nope, it was just him in a yukata. It was waist-up, the belt was tied and tight, and the only skin he'd been showing was his face. It wasn't sexy at all, and in fact, the most prominent thing about it was the shot of the hand-painted mural of a koi pond behind him.

Unless... Yosuke was just saying that because he himself wanted some actual sexy pictures.

Yu's frown morphed into a grin. He pulled the collar of the yukata down some to expose his left collarbone and mussed his hair up in a way that he hoped looked dashing. Then he took a snap and sent it directly to Yosuke.

I promise I'll never send him a pic like this, he captioned it.

He found a souvenir fan he'd obtained at a tourist site. He lifted his head high to show off his neck and pretended to fan himself as he took another selfie.

Or this.

He loosened the sash just a bit so that he could show off more of his chest. Yosuke had always found his scars fascinating, so he made sure the big one was prominent. He put hand over his mouth and sent what he intended as a coquettish look at the camera.

Partner, Yosuke responded

Yu's grin grew wider. He leaned over the phone, eager to see what else Yosuke was typing.

More

Yu laughed. He scanned the room, trying to come up with something exciting and settled on the low table he was already sitting on. He stretched out on top of it, one leg over the other, and took one of his legs out of the yukata so that it looked like he was about to fall out of it.

It was hard to take a photo that got the whole image in, but he was pretty satisfied with the result.

Would be better w/o yukata, Yosuke sent.

This was getting beyond risqué, but Yu wasn't complaining.

Too bad you aren't here to take me out of it, Yu sent back.

Yeah...

Yu stared at that message for a long moment. Then he pressed the call button on his phone. "Yosuke?" he said when it was picked up.

"Partner?"

Yu swallowed the lump in his throat. "I miss you."

"Yeah," Yosuke said. "I miss you too."


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"Do I look all right?" Yosuke asked, adjusting his orange tie in the mirror. He was wearing his best suit, one reserved for only the most special of occasions, such as weddings... or funerals.

"You look fine," Yu assured him. He dusted off Yosuke's shoulder. "You look... more than fine." He leaned in and kissed Yosuke's cheek.

"C-come off it," Yosuke protested, leaning away and feeling his face heat up.

"You don't even have to dress up, really," Yu told him. "You're just going to sign a paper, and that's that."

"I know. But I don't want to look like a bum for it."

Yosuke sighed.

The time had finally arrived. Just last week, Michiko had called to inform him that she had the divorce paperwork ready. All they had to do was find a time to meet up and sign it together in front of some witnesses. Yu volunteered to be one of them, although Yosuke worried that he wasn't exactly an impartial witness.

Yu assured him that it would be okay.

"I know, I know." Yosuke sighed again. Divorce was inevitable at this point. He was surprised, actually, that it had taken his wife this long to go through with it. "Let's go."

A cafe across town was their meeting location. Yosuke hadn't wanted it to be anywhere near home. He didn't want to have bad memories every time he went to get a coffee at the place down the corner. After a lengthy bus ride, with Yu stroking his hand the whole way in an attempt to calm his nerves, they were there.

Michiko was waiting outside the coffee shop for them, and she wasn't alone. A dark-haired woman in a blazer and a skirt stood next to her. Yosuke blinked in surprise. "Akari-chan?"

The dark-haired woman with Michiko smiled sadly at him. "Hanamura-kun. It's been a long time."

"I didn't know you were in town," he remarked. "Oh... you're our other witness, aren't you?"

"That's right," she admitted.

Yosuke was relieved in a way—at least the other witness wasn't a lawyer or something. And now it almost felt like it was all in the family.

"Shall we get to business?" Michiko said.

They went into the cafe and had some coffee. Yosuke introduced Akari as an old family friend to Yu, and they nodded at each other politely. Then Michiko finally brought forth the paperwork from the folder she had been carrying.

Michiko handed Yosuke a pen. He peered down at the form. Most of it was already filled out. He saw that he was marked as Kichirou's guardian. Michiko's current address was on there, too, but he forced himself not to pay attention to it. No, the line that needed his attention was near the end of the page, just above the witnesses' information, which would have to be filled out in a moment.

Yu's hand under the table squeezed his knee in support. I'm okay, partner, he thought.

Yosuke signed it, stamped it with his seal, and then pushed the paper to Michiko and handed the pen back to her. Her turn now.

She hesitated for a moment to glance at him, and then signed and stamped it. Yosuke let out the breath he had been holding. This was it. It was almost over.

Next, Akari filled out her information, then signed and stamped it. Yu was last. He read over the paper first, but he paused with the pen poised over the paper, a frown on his face. "Umm..."

"What, Yu?" Yosuke asked, getting worried.

Yu shook his head and then began to write.

And that was it. Yu handed the form to Michiko, who carefully folded it into an envelope and sealed it. She promised to send it to the town hall soon.

"That's all, then," Michiko said. She looked at Akari, who nodded back at her. She picked up her purse, preparing to leave.

"Wait, Michiko... can I say one last thing?" Yosuke asked.

"Yes, go on."

He took a deep breath. "I don't... I don't regret it. Even though it didn't turn out, I don't regret loving you. I don't regret marrying you, or being with you." He looked down at the table. "I... just wanted you to know that."

He felt Michiko's stare, but he didn't want to look up. He was sure she'd just walk away now. To his surprise, she reached out to pull his face up by his chin. "I don't regret meeting you either, Yosuke." She was smiling at him, a soft look on her face, her eyes glistening.

Yosuke sighed and pulled away. "Keep in contact, all right?"

"I will. Take care."

The two men watched the women file out of the coffee shop. Yosuke stared after his ex-wife for well over a minute.

"Are you going to be all right?" Yu asked softly.

Yosuke tugged on his collar. "Yeah. It's just the end of one part of my life." He paused. "And the beginning of another, y'know." He leaned his head against his partner's shoulder.

Yu smiled down at him. "I'm glad... but you are allowed to cry, you know."

He shook his head. "I've cried enough over this."

"I'm sure she's cried, too," Yu said diplomatically. "It can't have been an easy decision to make, regardless of her reasons."

"Heh, not as much as me, I'm sure." Yosuke sighed again. Then he looked up at his partner. "Say, Yu... What was wrong with the form? You looked puzzled by something. It's not something that'll cause problems with the divorce, is it?"

"Oh. No, I was just wondering what to put as my address."

"You know..." Yosuke began hesitantly. "My home is your home..."

"Yeah," Yu agreed, "but it might look suspicious if I put that down, so I put my uncle's place."

"My home is your home," Yosuke repeated, this time with extra feeling.

"I heard you the first time," Yu told him, but a moment later Yosuke leaned heavily into him in the booth they were sitting at, fingers grasping at his dress shirt.

Yosuke's eyes began to fill with tears. Yu pulled him into a tight hug. Soon Yosuke felt his partner rubbing his back, then the man cooed into his ear.

"I'm glad," Yu told him. "To finally have a home."


Author's notes: Hey everyone! Angevon here~ Thank you for sticking with me and reading all the way to the end! I hope you enjoyed it; I know I looked forward to Tuesdays, even if it was stressful sometimes to get the next chapter up in time, hehe. It's been a wild ride.

I started writing this in June 2014, if you can believe it! I was going through the Persona 4 Kink Meme then and saw the prompt, and... I still remember how I started furiously writing the story in bits and pieces during a family trip because it had captured my imagination so strongly!

For those who are curious, here's a little insight into the thought process that led to me writing this:
*The main thing that had my attention when I was mulling over this prompt was the curiosity over who Yosuke could have married. I decided that it couldn't be one of the IT girls because that would have been even more tragic than the story already is, haha. I don't think I would have been able to write it. I also have trouble seeing him paired with any of them in the first place—Sorry, Yosuke!
*With that decision out of the way, I started wondering how the two met and how their courtship went about. The story basically grew from there.
*As for the kid, it had to be a boy. Otherwise it'd be too similar to Nanako-chan and Dojima. That's also why I decided to make him a little older than Nanako-chan was.

So, where do we go from here? I'm planning to write a '1 year later' thing eventually. I don't know when it will be posted.

There are also a bunch of one-shots that I haven't posted yet. I plan to start posting a new one every week until I run out, so you all still have something to look forward to! (I can't guarantee they'll all be interesting to you or even that they're all souyo, but it's better than nothing, right?)

It was suggested that I start something like a souyo OTP drabble thing, but I don't know about that. We'll see!

Plug time! If you're interested in my other P4 longfics, there's:
*Truth in Someone Else (A souyo series that takes place after January in P4)
*Cielo Mist (Post-game adventure series.)

And there's always my current and ongoing pet project, Nanako Explains It All. I'd be happy if you at least took a look at this! (And I'm definitely not writing some weird age difference souyo that takes place a dozen years after it. Definitely not.).

If you're looking for more stuff by other authors, pretty much anything on my bookmarks page at AO3 is a recommendation. There are plenty of awesome authors around and I wouldn't be writing fanfiction at all if it weren't for them!

And now I wanna give a huge shout-out to my best friend and beta, herrdoktorat. He was having a rough year last year, and I took one of his few good days and made him read the abominable first draft of Days Without Nights. To give you an idea of how heavy a read it was, it didn't have any cutesy Kicchan chapters. His support and suggestions made me cut out a lot of crap and add twice as much actual enjoyable content. I'll forever be thankful!

Finally, if you have any questions regarding Days Without Nights, please feel free to comment anywhere and I'll be glad to reply! You can also talk to me through tumblr/skype/aim/steam/whatever, all my addresses are here. I'd love to chat about souyo or fanfiction or any of the Persona games or whatever!

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Kichirou was feeling restless this night. He gave up on trying to sleep and decided to get up and use the bathroom as an excuse to stretch his legs.

Out in the hallway, though, he paused. His uncle was awake, illuminated by the television he was watching from the couch. Kichirou stepped quietly forward, not wanting to disturb him, and then noticed that his dad was on the couch, too.

The two adults were sitting very close, actually... Kichirou heard them whispering, too quietly for him to hear over the faint noise from the television. He frowned to himself. He needed a better vantage point. He was about to step closer when he heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss.

It hadn't come from the TV.

He emitted a small squeak of surprise and uh oh, they'd both turned their heads in his direction.

"Kicchan, is that you?" Uncle Narukami asked softly. He saw his uncle blinking at him, unable to see him in the darkness of the hallway.

There was some further whispering and then his father said, "Come on out, Ki-kun. We have something to tell you."

Kichirou obediently moved out of the hallway and into the living room. His dad turned off the TV and turned on the lamp in the corner. Then his dad patted the spot next to him on the couch and asked Kichirou to sit.

As Kichirou looked from his father to his uncle, he noticed that they were holding hands between them.

"Ki-kun," his father began. "Your, uh, your uncle and I, we both love you very much. You know that, right?"

"Y-yeah...?" Kichirou ventured. He'd expected a lecture about eavesdropping, but this situation felt very different. Uncle Narukami was holding his breath and his eyes were shining, like he really, really wanted to say something.

"A-and we also love each other," Dad finished, looking directly at Uncle Narukami and bringing his other hand to join the one already holding his.

"Very much," Uncle Narukami murmured. He slowly moved his head until it was resting against Dad's shoulder. Dad blushed and lowered his gaze. Even without a mirror, Kichirou knew his own face was pink, too.

"Is that okay...?" Uncle Narukami sounded faintly worried.

"Huh?" Kichirou blinked at the question. "Well, I kind of knew already..."

"Wh-what?" Dad squawked. "Was it that obvious?"

"I saw you go into the kitchen and kiss him after work once, Dad! And you're always holding hands under the dinner table. I-it's okay! I'm very happy." He smiled at them, and they smiled back.

"So, Kicchan," Uncle Narukami said, "you don't have to worry about me leaving you, all right?"

"Yeah!" Kichirou replied with enthusiasm. "I love you, Uncle Narukami!"

"We should probably get him to stop calling you 'Uncle,'" his dad murmured.

"Psh," said Uncle Narukami. "Rather he call me Papa Narukami? Sounds like the name of a band... Please continue to call me Uncle, okay, Kicchan?"

Kichirou nodded. He didn't think he could call him anything else.

"All right." Dad heaved a sigh, but it was a nice sigh, a happy one. "Anyway, Ki-kun, you need to go back to bed."

Kichirou sighed. "Okay, Dad..." he said reluctantly. Then his eyes brightened with mischief. "D-Dad! Can I..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I see you two kiss again?"


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After getting changed the next morning, Yosuke found Yu watching the morning news on the couch. He joined his friend there and together they watched the weather report, which said that it would be a beautiful day. It'd be perfect for going to the park with Kichirou when the boy woke up.

While the broadcast changed to sports news, Yosuke suddenly felt Yu's hand creep into his.

Before he could think about it, Yosuke flinched and pulled his hand away. He regretted it immediately, because the surprise on Yu's face quickly gave way to hurt.

Determined to fix that, Yosuke grabbed Yu's hand and held it tight. "I-I'm sorry. I'm new to this."

Now Yu was frowning in puzzlement. "New to this? You were married!"

"Y-yeah, but..." Yosuke sighed, then leaned his head against the couch's back. "...I guess I see now why Michiko left me. Our life was never... never... this." He held up their joined hands to indicate them.

"You were sort of a mess when I got here," Yu admitted. A half-smile played on his features. "I wondered how you'd managed all these years."

"Thanks for not letting it show, partner," Yosuke said flatly, though the man wasn't wrong.

Yu extricated his hand from his grip, and then gently began to run his finger's over Yosuke's palm. "You know, Michiko-san is a kind person."

"What?"

"I don't think she'd have left Kicchan with you if she didn't think you could handle it. And... anyone else would think you couldn't, but she trusted you."

"She still trusts me..." Yosuke murmured. "Ki-kun probably gives her reports every week about how we're doing."

"I don't know about that, but he sure as heck gave me reports," Yu said with a grin. "He's a good boy, and I wonder sometimes how he's your son."

"That's harsh, partner..."

Yu chuckled lightly. He stopped playing with Yosuke's hand to entwine their fingers together. For a while after that, the only sound was the TV still tuned into the news.

"Yu, I..." Yosuke said, breaking the silence that had come between them. "Are you really okay with this? I'm still married to Michiko. I don't know if we'll even get divorced at this rate."

"I don't mind that, Yosuke," Yu told him. "All I want... All I want is to be here with you, to be a part of your life and Kicchan's."

Feeling lightheaded, Yosuke wrapped his arm behind Yu's back and pulled him close.

"In fact I... I might have always wanted this," Yu confessed against his shoulder. "You always were my most important friend."

Yosuke shook his head. "Keep that up and you're gonna make me cry again. I can't be this lucky."

"Yosuke." Yu sighed. He planted a warm kiss on Yosuke's cheek. "I love you," he said in a low whisper.

"Yu—" Yosuke began, but the man pulled away and stood up.

"Do you want to make breakfast today, or should I? Kicchan will be waking up soon."

"You do it, please," Yosuke answered weakly. "B-but what about Ki-kun...? Do we tell him about... us? How do we tell him? I, I mean... I don't know what he'd think..."

"He'd be happy that you're happy," Yu told him, his smile reassuring. "But let's not tell him. Not until we know what's going on with this divorce. I'll keep the spare futon out here and... pretend to use it."

"Okay," said Yosuke. They'd have to be careful not to be too obvious, which might be difficult considering how much Yosuke wanted to cling to Yu and not let him go.

Yu had pulled out his phone and was now aiming the camera at him. "Smile for me, Yosuke."

Yosuke blinked. "What?"

"I need new pictures. Smile for me, loverboy."

"D-don't call me that," Yosuke stammered, feeling his face warm up.

Yu lowered the phone, a contemplative look on his face. Then he brought it back up. "Smile for me... partner."

Yosuke swayed, a wave of dizziness coming over him. Though 'partner' was his nickname for Yu, the man rarely called him that in return. To hear him use it in that low tone of voice... it was like a dream come true.

Yu was by his side in a flash, steadying him on the couch. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to make you melt! I just wanted a nice big smile... Yes, like that one!" The man threw his arm around Yosuke and then pointed the camera phone towards them and snapped a photo. "There. Our first day together."

"I love you," Yosuke told him.

Yu kissed him. "Now keep that dreamy smile on and wake up your boy!" He pushed Yosuke off the couch and in the direction of the hallway, his hands lingering maybe a bit longer than necessary on the small of his back, the realization of this turning Yosuke's smile into a big grin.

It was going to be a great day.


And it was a great morning, at least. The two adults were watching Kichirou go down the slide at the park when Yu announced that he wanted to make a trip to Inaba to gather his things from home. The train ride there and back again would take up most of the afternoon. If he left now, he could be back in time for dinner.

"W-wait, Uncle Narukami... is going to stay with us again?" Kichirou asked. He was sitting at the bottom of the slide.

"Th-that's right," Yosuke told him, smiling at the hopeful grin on his face. He turned to Yu. "Though you don't have go right this minute. You can borrow some of my clothes, you know."

Yu was, in fact, wearing the same clothes he'd had on yesterday when he'd found Kichirou. "I could have Nanako-chan send everything over," Yu admitted, "but... I would like to tell her and my uncle about all this in person. She might have wondered why I didn't come home last night. I don't want to disappear on them, like a certain little boy did!"

Kichirou hunched his shoulders down. "I'm s-sorry," he mumbled.

"It's all right, Kicchan. You know better now, and we know it won't happen again."

"Umm..." Yosuke began uncertainly. "Do you want us to see you off at the station?" Part of him didn't want to; it'd remind him too much of when he'd asked Yu to leave all those months ago.

"Actually," Yu said, "I was thinking of taking Kichirou with me. If that's okay. Because... there's something you need to do."

Yosuke blinked at him in confusion.

"You need to deal with his grandparents," Yu explained. "The last thing we need is for them to show up at your house and cause drama. You can confront them while we're at Inaba. Well... unless you'd like me to be there for backup. I don't mind being there for you."

Yosuke opened his mouth, almost ready to say that yes, he did need backup, but he realized in that moment that it didn't have to be Yu. "Yeah, all right." He went up to his son still sitting on the end of the slide, knelt down to his height, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Be good for your uncle on the trip, Ki-kun, all right? Make sure he packs enough underwear."


After seeing them off, Yosuke returned home. He went into Kichirou's room and picked up the boy's cell phone from the desk. He navigated to the contact marked 'Mom' and called it.

When the phone picked up, he said, "Hey, Michiko, it's me, Yosuke. We need to talk. It's about our son."

"Yes?" Michiko answered. "Is he doing all right?"

"Your parents tried to kidnap him!"

"What!?"


Michiko was waiting for him outside of her parents' place. There was little ceremony involved in their meeting; simple 'hellos' were exchanged and then she gave him a once over, taking a moment to straighten his collar for him. "Let's get this over with, huh?" she said, stepping away after that. He nodded, and they went inside.

The Furusawas stiffly invited them into their tatami room. Yosuke and Michiko sat at what had once been their regular seats at the tea table and waited for the tea to be served.

Michiko broke the ensuing awkward silence. Her hands were curled on the table. "How dare you try to steal my son away from his father."

Her anger had always been a quiet wrath. She rarely raised her voice, but the quality of outrage in it now was unmistakable.

"Micchan," Mr. Furusawa said, "we hadn't seen the boy in months—"

"So call up Yosuke and ask for a visit!" Michiko interrupted. "How hard is that to do?"

"We would have visited you ourselves," Yosuke said. "It's just been a little hard for us... I'm sorry we haven't, but..."

Michiko shot him a look that clearly said, 'Don't apologize.'

"It was difficult for us, too," Mr. Furusawa tried to defend. "We don't know if he wants to cut ties from us! You have to understand, we were afraid of losing our grandson with this divorce!"

"And that gives you the right to snatch him from his home?" Michiko countered. "Listen to me. I left Kichirou in Yosuke's care. That's where he belongs."

"A boy can't be raised by a man alone!"

Michiko smacked the table, causing the teacups to rattle in their saucers. "If I didn't think Yosuke could handle it, I wouldn't have left Kichirou there with him!" she growled. "And he won't be completely alone—I have been visiting him. You had absolutely no right to butt in on their lives together, and after this, we would be justified in not letting you see the boy at all!"

"I'd like to bring up another concern," Yosuke said mildly. "The reason Ki-kun ran away was because he overheard you two talking about us. Gossip about his parents... He doesn't want to hear that."

Mrs. Furusawa face was now ashen. She at least accepted her responsibility in the event. Her husband seemed chastised, too. "We're sorry," he said. "Please don't... Please don't take our grandson away from us."

Michiko looked at Yosuke. This was his decision.

After a long pause, he said, "I think you've learned your lesson. But if you ever do something like this again..." And when we do visit, I'm not letting Ki-kun out of my sight, he vowed.

The Furusawas sighed as one in relief, and went on to apologize further, but Michiko cut it short. She'd likely had enough of her parents for one day.

Yosuke followed her out of the house. "Michiko, thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for, Yosuke. The nerve of those people..." Michiko shook her head. "If they ever give you problems again, call me immediately."

"Y-yeah..."

She told him to get out his phone and proceeded to give him her new number. "Immediately," she repeated with a hard smile.

She began to walk away. Yosuke watched her leave and thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, if she was still Ki-kun's mom... then it didn't really matter why she'd left him.


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