Rating: T (some suggestive content)
Summary: A series of one-shots written for SouYo Week 2016 on tumblr.
Author's notes: Souyoweek2016 Original Post
This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. Since it's a multichapter thing, this post will be a link repository for each chapter.
Summary: Yu tries to face one of his fears so that he doesn't ruin his date with Yosuke.
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. It was written for Souyoweek2016 on tumblr.
Day 7 (June 18) :
I didn't have it in me to write for day 5 or 6. Of all the fics I've written for the week, I actually wrote this fic first, intending it to be a confession, but decided that it fit the Fluff theme much better.
This is an established relationship fic.
Content Warning: Panic attack
"I didn't know you were so good at Mr. Digger, partner!" Yosuke said.
"It's fun," Yu replied with a nonchalant shrug.
He and Yosuke were just leaving an arcade at the KEP Four mall. They'd been in the arcade for longer than he'd expected, mainly because he hadn't expected to see his favorite video game there.
"I'll say. You used up all my change."
Yu began to apologize, but Yosuke shushed him. "It's fine," Yosuke said. "I'm taking you out, remember? If you're having fun, that's all that matters. You want a drink?"
They'd stopped by a vending machine in a little alcove near the arcade. Yosuke might not have had anymore change with him, but he still had some bills. He stuffed one into the machine and selected a can of Orange Smash. He took a long sip from it.
"I'll just share yours," Yu suggested, staring at Yosuke's upper lip, which was now stained orange from the soda.
"Oh?" Yosuke raised his eyebrows. "Wanting to share an indirect kiss?"
"If an indirect one is all I'm getting on this date..." Yu trailed off, sending his partner a suggestive look.
Yosuke was shaking his head and grinning. "You just wait, partner. The best is yet to come. Follow me."
Curious, Yu followed Yosuke to the elevator. The mall spanned several stories, most of it dedicated to designer shopping. They'd been to a cafe on the basement level earlier, and the food had been pricey but good, though the coffee'd had a little too much cinnamon in it.
When Yosuke selected the 7th floor, Yu felt a wave of apprehension go through him. He didn't really like elevators, not when they went this high. The one at Junes in Inaba had been fine because it was only two floors. When there were more than three, it made him antsy. He didn't know how elevators worked, and it bothered him knowing that there was nothing but empty air under the floor.
Yosuke's presence was calming, at least, and when the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent, Yu grabbed onto his hand. Yosuke seemed surprised at first, but then grinned and squeezed his hand back.
Immediately once the doors opened on the 7th floor, Yu broke away from Yosuke to dash right out of the elevator. He had to apologize afterward to the woman outside he'd almost run into, but now he was on stable floor and everything was okay.
"You all right, partner?" Yosuke asked, trailing behind him as he caught his breath.
"Y-yeah," Yu answered. "I don't like elevators that much."
"Too cramped for you? I guess we could've taken the escalators instead."
Yu shuddered at the thought. He'd seen those escalators in the very center of the mall. If you looked over the railing on any floor, you could see the escalators criss-crossing each other all the way down to the lower levels. It was so far down... Rationally, he knew he couldn't fall off the side of an escalator, and there were even protective guardrails to prevent that, but it didn't stop him from thinking about falling from such a height.
"A-anyway," Yu said to change the subject. "What are we doing here?" He glanced at the nearby map kiosk, but this floor only had a bunch of restaurants, and they'd already eaten earlier.
With a wide grin, Yosuke handed him a paper from his pocket. "You were so busy getting that high score, I bought the tickets and you didn't even notice I was gone!"
Yu stared at the paper now in his hand. It was a ticket for the Ferris wheel at the top of the building.
"Ever since I saw it," Yosuke said, "I just knew we had to ride it."
"Oh... this is great," Yu said slowly with a smile so fake it wouldn't fool Nanako.
But Yosuke was already heading towards the part of the mall that led to the attraction. Since there was little other choice, Yu followed him to where the line was forming to go on the ride. There were only a few people ahead of them.
"We'll be alone at the top of the city," Yosuke told him quietly, as if it was a secret. "It'll be nice and private, just the two of us." His eyes were dancing with anticipation and his cheeks had earned a mild flush at the thought.
"It does sound nice," Yu admitted, though he hesitated to take the spot in line behind his boyfriend.
"It'll be the perfect end to our date. It'll be, you know..." The flush on Yosuke's face darkened. "Intimate."
He sounded so sincere that Yu decided there wasn't a way he could back out of this. Burying his trepidation, Yu stepped in line behind his boyfriend. A man soon took their tickets and directed them into the chamber beyond.
The next room had glass walls so that one could see the lower section of the massive, bright red Ferris wheel on the other side. Yu craned his head to see the top of the wheel, but he grew lightheaded before he could even spy the wheel's hub.
"This is so cool," Yosuke squealed. "Come on, partner, let's go on!"
The Ferris wheel was in continual motion, moving so slowly that the cars didn't actually stop at the loading zone to let people on or off. You had to get on while it was still moving, but that wasn't hard to do. The loading zone was so long that three cars were present and available to board at all times, and there was an attendant present to help with the process.
One of the cars was already boarded and beginning to leave the loading zone, but another was ready to replace it at the far end as the wheel continued to move. Yosuke motioned Yu to follow him to this car, but Yu found that his legs had locked on him.
Yosuke inched his way alongside the car, keeping pace with it as he waited for Yu, who... didn't want to go on. He began to think up and discard various excuses to get out of this.
But as Yosuke chatted away at the attendant holding the door open for him, his excitement for the ride to come was so tangible that Yu knew he couldn't back down. Yosuke was counting on him to have a good time. Yu knew it was safe. People went on this ride every day and no one had ever fallen out of it. It was perfectly safe.
Still, it took a gargantuan effort for Yu to get his legs moving towards the car. Even facing gods hadn't made his heart race this much.
"Yu!" Yosuke said, somewhat chiding, as Yu finally reached the car. "Any slower and it would've gone without us! Here, you go in first."
Now Yu couldn't refuse. He swallowed his rising fear and entered the car, Yosuke following after. Once inside, Yu took a seat and immediately closed his eyes. He knew it would help if he couldn't see. He carefully controlled his breathing, in and out slowly, trying to find his happy place. Right now the car was only less than half a meter from the ground. Even if it detached and fell, it would be okay. It was survivable. He could do this.
"We're going up!"
Involuntarily, Yu felt his stomach drop at Yosuke's announcement. They were moving. They were moving and there was no way back down.
His body began to shake, even with his eyes closed. He couldn't do this.
Yosuke's voice seemed far away as it said something about hooking up his phone to the car to play custom music. Yu was frantically trying to rediscover his happy place. It's fine, he told himself. It's fine, people ride this thing every day! It didn't matter how high it was, it was still safe.
Yosuke nudged him in the shoulder to get his attention. "Look, look!"
Yu opened his eyes to see Yosuke's face pressed right up against the glass of the window.
And behind him, the clear night sky and stars beyond.
"There are birds living there," Yosuke said, eyes focused on something outside the car. He was tapping the glass as if to point them out. "Right there on the light fixture. You can see their silhouettes in the light. Man, they'll build a nest anywhere."
But Yu didn't see any birds because white spots were appearing before his eyes. They were so high up... He whimpered and slid bonelessly down to the floor of the car. The redistribution of weight caused the car to sway slightly, which only made him feel even dizzier.
Yosuke soon noticed he was on the floor. "What are you doing down there?" He patted the seat next to him. "Come on, sit here so we can cuddle."
Yu didn't move. He didn't trust himself to move. What if... what if his weight caused the whole car to shift again, and it made them fall, and...
Yosuke reached down and tugged on the collar of his shirt, apparently intending to pull him up, but recoiled and let him go. "Dude, you're soaking wet! Is that... sweat?"
"I can't," Yu muttered. "I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't—"
Yosuke hovered over him now, eyes wide. "Yu...?"
"I can't I can't I can't..."
He repeated it about a dozen more times, and after expending all those words, he couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe, or else the car would rock, and then they'd fall, and then...
Yu clutched his head to stave off the sudden headache, his face getting paler and paler from lack of breath. They were going to fall any second, and he didn't want to fall, he didn't want to, he didn't want to!
"Yu!" Yosuke called from what felt like far away.
"I don't want to die!" he wailed, gripping and tugging on his hair clutched in his fists.
"Yu, it's—it's all right, partner," Yosuke said, perched awkwardly in his seat as he tried to give Yu space. "I'm... I'm here, okay? And I... I need you to do something. Can you hear me? Just nod."
With some difficulty, Yu managed a nod.
"I need you to take a deep breath," Yosuke said.
"I c-can't!" Yu choked out.
"Y-you've got to!" Yosuke said. "Do it for me, okay? Everything's gonna be okay."
Yu was so lightheaded by now that he couldn't even nod. He concentrated as hard as he could and took a breath. It wasn't deep at all; his lungs wouldn't fill because his throat was closed so tight.
"All right," Yosuke said. "Now breathe out... and in... and out... and in. Good, you're doing great. Partner, we're almost at the top."
"Top?" Yu's voice was a high-pitched whine.
"Yeah, like... w-we're almost halfway done!" Yosuke quickly explained. "Just another five minutes and we'll be on the ground again, can you hang in there?"
"Don't know..." Yu whispered hoarsely. His body felt tingly all over, and he still couldn't see for all the white spots in his eyes.
"Dammit, I wish I still had my old inhaler." Yosuke was wringing his hands. "Keep breathing okay? In and out, that's right..."
A few breaths later, and Yu could almost see again. Almost, because the spots had been replaced by tears. His body was trembling now, too, and he didn't want it to tremble, because that would rock the car, and...
"Hey, Yu," Yosuke said in a low tone. "Can I hold you? Will that help?"
"D-don't know... We might... f-fall...if you move..."
Yosuke shook his head. "If we do fall..." – he moved into the small space behind Yu on the floor and pulled him into an embrace from behind – "We'll fall together, all right?"
"I don't want to die," Yu whimpered. "We're so, we're so high up, I don't want to fall!"
"It's okay, it's okay," Yosuke cooed into his ear. He held Yu tighter, wanting him to know that no matter what, he was there. "I won't let you fall. I won't let you go, I'll hold onto you until we're at the bottom. We're almost there. Just a little more."
In Yosuke's comforting embrace, Yu's breathing began to turn into something more regular, but he still hiccuped when he tried to speak.
"Keep breathing," Yosuke murmured. "I'll breath with you, okay? In... and out..."
Yu followed his boyfriend's directions, and before he knew it, the car door opened and the attendant was peering in at them.
"We're there," Yosuke said, gently stroking his fingers through Yu's hair. "Do you think you can get up?"
"Help me," Yu whispered.
When Yosuke stood up in the car, it rocked, and Yu immediately grabbed onto his legs, a new slew of tears escaping his eyes.
"It's okay, partner, I've got you," Yosuke said, pulling him onto his feet even though he was forced to carry most of Yu's weight. "Now we're just going to step down..."
Yu nearly fell to the floor, but Yosuke had the strength to keep him upright. With firm floor under him, Yu found that he could finally catch his breath.
"Just a few more steps," Yosuke said. "Let's get out of the way of these nice people...
Yosuke led him away from the curious onlookers at the Ferris wheel and into the next room, then turned down a secluded hallway that led to the restrooms. He carefully settled Yu's back against the wall, then pressed up against him to make sure he could stay upright.
After some time, Yu finally relaxed. His senses returned, but he didn't want to say anything because Yosuke hugging him against the wall like this was really nice.
Except that his nose was running, and he didn't want to get that into his boyfriend's hair. "I'm... I'm okay now," he said, his voice sounding rather raw.
Yosuke released him slowly, like he wasn't sure he believed him. "Partner?"
"Thanks," Yu mumbled. He avoided Yosuke's eyes. "For... back there. For not... calling me stupid, or telling me it wasn't real, that it was all in my head." He pressed his eyes closed, willing the tears welling in them to go away.
"Whatever danger you thought you were in, well... it was real to you," Yosuke said. "But I have to say, I never would've expected our date to end with you having a panic attack."
"I'm sorry... I ruined it..."
Yu suddenly felt Yosuke take hold of his hands. Yu opened his eyes and found the other boy kissing his knuckles, a tender expression on his face.
"You know," Yosuke said casually, "I used to have them too, when I was a little kid. Panic attacks."
Yu blinked at him. "Yeah...?"
"Mm-hmm. They stopped after a while, guess I outgrew them. That's how I knew what was going on with you back there."
"I'm just... t-terrified of heights," Yu admitted. "I can usually manage it, but that Ferris wheel... I couldn't stop thinking we were going to fall."
"It was too much, huh? I wish you would've told me. We didn't have to go on it."
"You were looking forward to it. I didn't want to ruin it for you... but I did anyway..."
"I'll admit I wanted to kiss you at the top of the Ferris wheel," Yosuke said. "It would've been really romantic. But..."
Yu began to apologize again, but found Yosuke's warm lips on his, silencing him.
"The thing is," Yosuke said right against his mouth, "you're my boyfriend, so... I can kiss you anywhere."
"Can we..." Yu began sheepishly, only continuing when Yosuke nodded for him to go on. "...go to the ground floor?"
Yosuke's expression couldn't get any softer. "Sure, partner. Why don't we call it a night? And... we'll take the stairs."
Summary: Yu doesn't get memes. What else is new?
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. It was written for Souyoweek2016 on tumblr.
Day 4 (June 15) Prompt: Fan Content Based on Fan Content
The fan content this was based on is this piece by eggchef. It's not souyo but was inspirational nonetheless, I guess? haha
This is pointless and silly. You have been warned.
Yosuke put his foot all the way up on the bathroom sink's edge. He pointed his phone at his reflection in the mirror, making sure the phone itself covered his face, and posed with the fingers of his free hand making a sign over his head.
He was pretty happy with the picture, though the Junes apron wasn't all that flattering. He added a caption and sent it to all his friends.
And then he went back to work because his break was over. He grabbed a cardboard box full of sunglasses from the storage room. The sunglasses were stock meant for the summer display he'd set up earlier. Anyone could tell they were cheaply-made and probably had no UV protection, but the idea was that if you were already buying sunscreen, you might be inclined to pick up a pair.
Yosuke began to set the sunglasses into their holders on the display rack, putting the more expensive ones in the front. Stores could be so dishonest with their displays sometimes... but he wasn't gonna let the shift manager have any complaints when she checked over his work later. He would just follow orders for now.
He was still pulling sunglasses out of the box when he had the feeling that he was being watched. Good customer service told him he couldn't ignore this. Swallowing a resentful sigh, he asked, "Can I help you?"
"Maybe," a soft and familiar voice answered. Yosuke grinned to himself upon hearing it. He turned around and found his friend Yu standing just a few feet away, all casual with his hand on his hip.
"Hey," Yosuke greeted. "What are you doing here? Shopping for Nanako-chan? I think I saw a pair of sunglasses that were perfect for her. They're pink."
"No," Yu said. "I'm here for an ass-kicking."
It took several moments for Yosuke to process that, because it wasn't in the realm of possible things he'd ever expected to come from his friend's mouth. "Wait, what?"
"An ass-kicking," Yu repeated.
Yu's face was completely serious, and it took Yosuke just another moment to recall that picture he'd sent to everyone earlier in the day.
"Dude," Yosuke said. "That was a joke!"
"Don't sound so disappointed!"
Yu looked disappointed, too. Yosuke began to shake his head. This guy was so silly sometimes. His deadpan sense of humor made it hard to tell when to take him seriously.
Yosuke was about to go back to stocking when he spied Yu turning away and hunching his back over slightly against the nearby shelves. "Are you sure?" Yu asked.
Yosuke's eyes were drawn to Yu's most prominent feature in this pose: his ass. "D-dude! What are you..."
"Are you sure?" Yu asked again, bending over further.
Yosuke continued to stare, because all things considered, his friend had a nice ass. Yu's school uniform pants today were quite tight, making it well-defined. Possibly they were a size or two too small for him.
Finally Yosuke shook his head with vigor until he came back to his senses. He glanced around, making sure there weren't any other customers around before hissing a sharp, "What is wrong with you!"
Yu straightened his posture with a sigh. "I'm just saying, you should be prepared to deliver on your promises."
"That wasn't a promise!"
Yu's soulful eyes watched him doubtfully, almost like Yosuke'd really disappointed him somehow. It was so unnerving that Yosuke had to break the silence.
"L-look," Yosuke said. "I'll kick your ass someday. Not today. Someday. You... you won't even see it coming."
"Good," Yu said with a determined little smile. "I'll look forward to it."
Good?! Yosuke frowned as Yu turned away from him. Unconsciously, Yosuke stared at his friend's ass as he walked down the aisle. He wondered what exactly he'd just promised.
Author's notes: I don't know either
Summary: A video game reveals a problem in their relationship.
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. It was written for Souyoweek2016 on tumblr.
Day 3 (June 14) Prompt: Video Games
This is inspired by my own recent adventures in casual gaming.
Yu came home from another long day of university classes and work. He offered a casual hello to his boyfriend and roommate, Yosuke, who was studying at the tea table, before moving into the bedroom they shared to put his briefcase away and to get changed into more casual clothes.
He headed back into the entryway after that since it also housed their kitchen. Instead of a one-room mansion, they were fortunate enough to have two rooms for their apartment: a bedroom and a room that was everything else at once. He heated up some leftover yakisoba for himself in the microwave, knowing Yosuke had already eaten something for dinner. The unlucky guy had early morning classes, so he would be heading off to bed soon enough.
Once the microwave did its thing, Yu brought his meal to the computer desk to eat it while he browsed the web to catch up on news. Not much seemed to be going on in his network, which was just as well.
By the time he finished eating, Yosuke was out of sight, probably in the next room getting ready to head to sleep. That was always how their evenings went, barely an exchanged greeting between the two, but there wasn't much to be done about it when their schedules clashed so much.
Since he could stay up a bit later, Yu settled himself more comfortably into the computer chair with a soft sigh and launched the casual game he'd recently become addicted to: the Sims.
He'd been drawn into the game by the promise of owning virtual pets. The landlord of the apartment complex didn't allow them, but he could live out his fantasy via this silly little game. He'd only been playing it for about a week, and he'd found it was a nice way to unwind and get his mind off the events of the day. He was looking forward to another evening spent lost in his Sim world. He'd only made a few Sims: himself, Yosuke, and the two cats that he'd put into their household. His favorite cat was the white one he'd named Fwuffles, but he also liked the black cat with long fur he'd named Mr. Nibbles.
But when he started the game, he frowned, because it wasn't where he'd left it last night. He'd stopped when his Sims went to bed, since it always seemed like a nice stopping point. This was early evening, quite a bit before the Sims would decide to sleep.
With a mental shrug, Yu let the game play. He had his Sim make himself a dinner of ratatouille. He didn't have to make his Sim clean up after eating—the character did it automatically because he had the Neat trait. It was pretty funny how true to life the game was sometimes, though Yu hadn't yet thrown away his microwave meal box at the computer desk in real life. Maybe he really didn't have that trait.
After brushing one of the cats and cleaning out the litter box, Yu's Sim decided it was time to take a shower. Yu thought nothing of it until the Sim was actually in the shower.
Then he just stared, because the censor bar that was supposed to blur out the shower scene was not there, and his Sim was completely naked.
Completely naked and apparently packing.
"Wh-when did...?" Yu asked aloud, blushing hard. There wasn't an update to the game or anything, was there? No, the game company wouldn't do something like this!
And then he realized he had one too many cats in his Sim household. He moused over the offender and saw it was named 'Awesomesauce.' With that, Yu had his culprit.
A short time later, Yosuke came shuffling out of the bedroom in just an undershirt and his boxer-briefs. He looked so tired from his full course load that Yu felt marginally bad for calling him like this. Marginally, because Yosuke only had himself to blame!
"What's up, partner?" Yosuke glanced at the computer screen. "Ohhhh... Haha, so you are still playing that."
"You added a nude mod to my game!"
"Yeah," Yosuke said without any remorse, "and I had to use like five different websites to get it all to work right. You should thank me."
"I'm not playing this game for that sort of release!" Yu crossed his arms in the computer chair to emphasize his displeasure.
"You know," Yosuke said slowly, sounding and looking a bit unsure of himself. "I noticed that. When I was playing around with your household."
Yu tilted his head. "Noticed what?"
"That..." Yosuke continued, still speaking slowly, "your Sim's relationship with all of his cats is maxed out, but his relationship with my Sim is only at Acquaintance level, even though we're living together."
"Well, I mean..." Yu frowned, because the reason behind that was...
"Our Sims should be lovers already." Yosuke was pouting. "I mean, we are in real life!"
"We are," Yu conceded.
"Yeah!" Yosuke said. "So, our Sims should totally get together. ...Why are you making that face?"
Yu looked away, but it was too late. Yosuke had seen that he wasn't excited about the idea.
"What, are you not planning to get our Sims together? Yu!"
"You're not?" Yosuke's volume rose as he began to panic over a character in a video game. "Oh no, partner. Don't tell me! Your Sim... has he found someone else?"
"N-no, it's not that." Yu was shaking his head. "It's just..."
"What is it, partner? Don't hold out on me!"
"I don't..." Yu began, but he cut himself off with a huge sigh. "Yosuke..."
"J-just tell me! The fate of our Sims' relationship is in your hands!"
Yu blurted it out. "I don't want my Sim to get more action than I get!"
Yu's face was burning from his embarrassment. Yosuke stared at him, speechless.
"Wh-when was the last time we found time for each other?" Yu explained. "With school and work and everything, it's been a while."
"Yeah, you're right," Yosuke said. "It has."
"I feel like I haven't kissed you in weeks," Yu confessed. "Let alone, well, WooHoo."
"We could... we could change that right now," Yosuke murmured, leaning in closer.
"No," Yu said, but it was with reluctance. "You should be asleep already. You have classes tomorrow."
"You care more about my classes than I do," Yosuke said. He sighed. "All right... but do you have any free time tomorrow? We can make some time for each other."
"I have some time between my last class and work," Yu said. "I usually come back here for a late lunch then."
"Well," Yosuke said, "you'll have a little bit more for lunch."
He leaned in and kissed Yu on the lips, sealing the promise. Despite not wanting to keep Yosuke from going to bed, Yu didn't let him pull away until they enjoyed several long kisses.
After that, Yosuke's eyes were dancing. "So... now can our Sims get together?" he asked.
"Yeah," Yu said with a genuine smile. "Now get to bed." He pushed Yosuke out of his lap.
After emitting a sigh, Yosuke began to walk back to the bedroom. He paused right before the door, however, to tell him one last thing: "Make sure to keep those mods on!"
Author's notes: Yes, there are nude mods for the Sims. I haven't installed any myself.
Also you can't tell me Yosuke isn't the type to install such a thing, haha.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Yu swallowed the lump in his throat. "I miss you."
"Yeah," Yosuke said. "I miss you too."
Summary: Yu can't stop himself from daydreaming about something he can't have.
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. It was written for Souyoweek2016 on tumblr.
Yu didn't know when exactly he'd fallen for his best friend, or even how, but it had happened and there wasn't much help for him now. Perhaps the fact that he represented the Fool arcana had some significance. Only fools fell in love, after all, or so the saying went.
He and Yosuke weren't on a date. They were just friends having an after school snack at Souzai Daigaku.
"–and then she demanded to see the manager." Yosuke laughed. "It was like, 'Lady, don't you realize the manager is my dad?' Ahh, customers. Can't live without 'em."
Yu maintained the indulgent smile he always wore when listening to his best friend ramble on. He could half-listen to Yosuke talk all day like this. Half-listen, because a good portion of his mind was dedicated to his daydreams.
He could pretend. Pretend he was on a date.
How pathetic was that...? Yu held in the sigh trying to escape. Why did it have to be Yosuke? Why couldn't it have been that guy in glasses that hung out in the second floor hallway after class? Maybe it was because of all they'd been through in the TV World, or maybe it was because of how much neck that boy had. He always wore those v-necks. In fact he was wearing one now. Yu could imagine kissing the boy from his shoulder all the way up to his ear...
"Hey, partner," Yosuke said, tossing the remains of his steak skewer into the nearby garbage can. "You ready to go?"
Or maybe that was it. 'Partner.' Yu had misunderstood Yosuke's meaning back when he'd first used it and continued to think it might mean something more than simple friendship. Or at least, pretend it might mean something...
Yu stirred in his seat, blinking back into the here and now. He nodded and pushed out of his seat. He and Yosuke began to walk down the central shopping district.
He could pretend it was a date, but... he couldn't hold Yosuke's hand. It was swinging at his side while they walked. Yosuke had once said that Yu seemed good with his hands, but Yosuke had long fingers of his own. They'd be good for playing piano, or maybe guitar. Yu imagined those fingers threading through his hair, maybe tugging just a little...
They arrived at the overlook. Yosuke leaned against the railing, resting his arms flat along the top. He looked out over the town. Yu pretended to do the same, but he was really watching Yosuke from the corner of his eye. The sunlight caught on his hair, making it seem lighter than its dyed hue. The wind blew in a gust, stirring up some of the fallen early autumn leaves. It was a scene right out of a romance movie. Yu could imagine Yosuke turning to him with a sudden, needy look. 'Kiss me,' he'd say.
And Yu would pretend to be all shy, then move in and kiss him long on the lips. They'd be warm and then, and then they'd pull apart and stare into each others eyes and...
Just like that, almost! Yosuke's eyes were such a soft brown, they matched his hair perfectly. Yu smiled hopelessly at him. "Yeah?"
Yu blinked at him several times, and then frowned. He was getting his fantasy mixed up with reality. "Huh?"
"K-kiss me, please," Yosuke stammered.
The puzzled look remained on Yu's face. He worked his jaw as he struggled to come up with a coherent response.
"I'm not stupid," Yosuke said. "I've seen the looks you give me when you think I'm not looking."
The shock had worn off, leaving Yu merely bewildered. His mind seemed to be chugging along at a snail's pace.
"Look," Yosuke said frankly, "if you're not gonna... I guess it's up to me."
Before Yu knew it, Yosuke stepped right into his personal space. Suddenly those lips that had looked so kissable earlier were coming right for him.
When they were there, pressed against his own, that's when Yu sighed, a long sigh full of all the relief he felt in that moment. It caused the kiss to break apart for a moment, but he was quick to draw Yosuke into a longer kiss, one that made Yosuke make a noise that sounded very close to a moan.
"There," Yosuke whispered less than an inch from his lips, so close that his next words brushed their lips together. "Was that so hard?"
"Yosuke, I..." Yu began, but Yosuke shushed him.
"It's all right," Yosuke said. "I've known for a while. That you're not just my best friend."
"It's... It's okay to want to kiss your best friend," Yu managed.
"Not the way I want to kiss." Yosuke's eyes were narrowed, focused entirely on Yu's mouth. There was a moment's hesitation, and then he closed the distance.
Their noses bumped and their teeth clashed, but it was okay, because Yosuke was so eager, it felt like it was out of a dream. "This is real, right?" Yu stopped to ask.
"I could pinch you if you'd like," Yosuke offered. "But..."
His hesitation only made Yu curious. "But what?"
"I might..." Yosuke paused again, his face turning a deeper shade of red than it already was. "I might... pinch your butt instead."
There was no way this was real.
"It's real," Yosuke assured him. "I like you, and... I don't know. It's a little frightening, but I've never felt this way about anyone before."
"Me neither!" Yu said. "That's why it was so hard to..."
"Sometimes," Yosuke said, "you just need to reach out and grab it."
Dream or not, Yosuke was asking for it. Yu put his arms around Yosuke and grabbed his ass with both hands. "Like this?" he breathed.
"I-I thought I was supposed to be the one pinching you!"
Despite his embarrassment, Yosuke didn't pull away, instead he squeezed his arms under Yu's so he could do exactly the same thing. It felt weird, having hands on the seat of his pants, but Yu was too deliriously happy about this turn of events to care.
"I like you," Yu was inspired to announce.
"Yeah," said Yosuke, smiling softly, shyly, back at him.
They kissed again, and when they separated, they stared into each other's eyes for quite some time. As the quiet moment turned into several quiet moments, Yu began to accept that it wasn't a dream. Yosuke was here, he was holding him and wanting him close. Yu knew they'd have a lot to talk about soon, a lot to figure out, but for now, he was just happy to enjoy the moment—happy that he no longer had to pretend.
Summary: Sometimes it's just hard to get out of bed.
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet.
It was 11:15 am, and well-past time to get up. Yosuke wondered only for a moment what had tired him enough to make him sleep in so late, because the answer was lying right next to him: Yu.
Yeah, they'd had a busy night.
Yu was currently sleeping on his side, facing Yosuke. He was wearing a loose-fitting set of pajamas and its top was riding up under him. One of his hands was curled into a fist by his face on the pillow, and his other hand was hidden somewhere under the sheets, which were half-off since they'd shifted during the night.
Yosuke himself didn't wear pajamas; he preferred to wear an undershirt and boxer-briefs at night—though he'd shed the undershirt so long ago it was only a distant memory.
Yosuke smiled to himself, then yawned and stretched languidly on the bed they shared. Then he rolled over, intending to get up, but he found his legs suddenly weighted down.
"Partner," he stated, naming the culprit. He tried to untangle his legs from Yu's under the sheets, but the man wasn't budging, determined, apparently, to keep him in place.
Yu's eyes didn't even open. "Stay in bed with me," he murmured.
"It's 11:17," Yosuke pointed out. "By now we've usually done all the grocery shopping for the week. We're way behind schedule."
"Schedule, schmedule," Yu mumbled, waving a hand flippantly, almost hitting Yosuke in the face. "Stay here." He patted the space next to him that Yosuke had already half-vacated.
After a moment, Yosuke let out an over-exaggerated sigh and dropped back down onto the bed, making the mattress bounce. At least his spot was still warm.
"That's better," Yu murmured. He cuddled up to Yosuke, found his arm, and hugged it to his chest.
He seemed content to remain like that. Yosuke indulgently watched him for a moment, then leaned in and planted his lips against his partner's in a soft kiss.
Yu's eyelids fluttered open. Those silver eyes suddenly trained on his made Yosuke shy all of a sudden, so he ended the kiss.
Yu made a 'tsk tsk' sound and pulled him back down into something more lingering. Yosuke soon felt fingers running through his hair. He found his arm had been freed from Yu's grasp, so he wrapped his hand around his partner's neck, steadying himself as he shifted onto his side so that he could face his partner on the bed. It was a little difficult since his lower half was still trapped under said partner's legs.
Yu made a very pleased sound when they separated, and his eyes remained half-lidded as he gazed at Yosuke with quiet affection. The look he wore was one that Yosuke loved and hoped he might never get used to—it wasn't something he wanted ever to take for granted.
They remained there for some time, simply gazing into each other's eyes as if memorizing what they saw in them. Yu's eyes reminded Yosuke of fog—not a cold or gloomy fog, but something warm like the steam rising from a hot spring. He could see his own reflected in them...
"Did you sleep well?" Yu asked softly, breaking the peaceful silence.
Yosuke shrugged as best he could in the position he was in. "I would have, if those cats going at it outside hadn't woke me up in the middle of the night."
Yu's chest rumbled in amusement as he chuckled. "They were only following our lead."
Yosuke batted him lightly with the back of his hand in an "oh, you," manner, but Yu caught his hand and held it in front of him. He turned it this way and that, as if inspecting it, but by the thoughtful look on his face, he wasn't even seeing it.
Yu gently put Yosuke's hand down on the bed between them, then rested his own on top of it. He continued to stare at their hands. Yosuke began to tickle Yu's palm by curling the fingers of his trapped hand.
Yu suddenly began to grin. It was quite a sight, like he'd earned an interesting new Persona or something.
"What's so funny?" Yosuke asked, intrigued.
"You're playing with my hand," Yu explained.
"So?" Yosuke only just stopped himself from following up with 'you have nice hands.'
"It reminds me of how much it bothered you... You know, when we were first dating."
"Oh. Well, that's just it. We were first dating. Everything bothered me back then."
"Not anymore though, hmm?" Instead of waiting for an answer, Yu took Yosuke's hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to each of his knuckles, one by one.
"You're still embarrassing," Yosuke murmured. It was just that his tolerance had increased since then, now that he understood how genuine Yu was with his affection. "...I'm starting to lose feeling in my legs. Could you move?"
Yu sighed and moved his legs off Yosuke's, freeing them. Yosuke sat up somewhat to stretch them, but then found Yu pulling him close. He flailed a little before finding himself flat on top of his partner. They were chest to chest, belly to belly, now.
Yosuke blinked down at Yu's face, then smirked. "Well, this seems familiar," he said, and boy did Yu blush and look away.
Yosuke almost chortled, but then Yu was petting his hair, and it felt too good to ruin with petty teasing. He let his head rest on Yu's chest and soon closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of those beautiful fingers working on his scalp.
"If you were a cat," Yu murmured, "you'd be purring right now."
Yosuke had more pride than to attempt to purr or otherwise meow.
"I just... like having your weight on me," Yu confessed. His fingers were still brushing Yosuke's hair. "Is that weird?"
"You are plenty weird, partner," Yosuke murmured without opening his eyes. "A desire to be my pillow is kind of low on the list."
Yu tugged his hair in complaint, but without any real force.
Suddenly Yu was pushing him off, and a moment later Yosuke found their roles reversed—now Yosuke was on his back with Yu on top of him.
"You're a nice pillow too," Yu said, resting his head on Yosuke's bare chest just as he had been doing before. It was an odd feel; Yu's cheek was very warm against his breast, and a little scratchy since he hadn't yet shaved this morning. "A little bony, though."
"I can't help my metabolism."
"I know, but..." Yosuke felt Yu's fingers trailing down his bare chest down to his belly and then to his pelvic bone. "It bothers me that I can feel your ribs."
"I'm sorry," Yosuke said, mildly annoyed. There wasn't much he could do about it.
"But maybe it's okay," Yu murmured. He moved back, then lowered his head to Yosuke's belly, "because I can do this..."
He began to kiss his way up Yosuke's body, apparently trying to kiss each of his ribs.
"S-stop!" Yosuke began to giggle. He tried pushing his partner away, but Yu wasn't to be deterred. In the end, Yosuke turned onto his side and curled into a ball to block Yu's access to his sensitive belly.
"Aww," Yu complained.
Yosuke convulsed on the bed, trying to stop giggling and to catch his breath.
Yu was sitting back on his knees now. "Should I start calling you Yukiko?"
"If she's even a little ticklish," Yosuke muttered, "Chie probably doesn't get anywhere with her."
"My prince," Yu purred.
Yosuke swatted at him, and Yu just snickered.
A moment later Yu cuddled up against Yosuke's back, then wrapped arms around him from behind. Yosuke found Yu's fingers interlaced over his belly. Yosuke glared at them, believing they might start tickling, but Yu seemed to content just to spoon him.
Yosuke would normally be content, too, but there were things they had to do today. "Yu. We don't have anything for lunch, unless you want some old, expired cup noodles."
Yu made a thoughtful 'mmm' sound. He sounded like he might have almost fallen asleep behind Yosuke. "I thought I threw those away," he said, yawning the whole while.
"I think every home's cabinets aren't complete without a stray cup of instant noodles lurking in its depths."
"And Murphy's law says it has to be your least favorite flavor." Yu sighed. "Is it the spicy chicken one?"
Yosuke just chuckled, a low rumble in his throat. His partner was spot on.
"So," Yosuke said, gently pulling away from Yu but without any force to break out of his arms, "if we wanna eat, maybe we should get out of bed."
"I'm not hungry yet." With that announcement, Yu held him tighter and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
Yosuke relented, unable to stop himself from smiling. It was nice, being in his partner's arms like this. He could forget about all his worries. And being Yosuke, he worried a lot... It was just in his nature.
"We should go somewhere," Yu murmured suddenly, right against Yosuke's skin. His breath was so distractingly warm that Yosuke almost didn't hear his words.
"What, like take a vacation?" Yosuke murmured back.
"Yeah. Why not next month? Where would you like to go?"
"Not Inaba?" Yosuke asked. They often took weekend trips to Inaba to visit Nanako and other friends. In fact, they'd just gone last weekend.
"No..." Yu answered slowly. "Somewhere just for us. Think about it some. There has to be a place you'd like to go."
Yosuke did think about it. Next month, huh...? He stirred as the answer came to him, turning around to face his partner with such excitement in his eyes that Yu smiled at him in anticipation. "Okinawa?"
Yu blinked, because that was an unexpected answer, but his confusion didn't dampen his excitement. "Sure, but why there?"
It dampened Yosuke's, though. He opened and closed his mouth, unwilling now to tell him. There was a reason he wanted to go there next month, but...
But Yu wouldn't be able to enjoy it with him, so now he felt all selfish. "W-well, there's a concert that'll be playing there," he admitted. "But..." He looked down, away from Yu's eyes.
"Ah, yeah, I'd rather not go to a concert," Yu said. "But I don't mind if you go out and have fun without me."
They'd gone to a rock concert together before, but Yu really wasn't comfortable around such rowdy crowds. It hadn't been enjoyable for him at all, though he'd pretended for Yosuke's sake, and although Yosuke could be ignorant sometimes, he had seen right through it.
He didn't want to make Yu go through that again.
"Yeah, it was a dumb idea," Yosuke said, speaking so quickly he was tripping over his words. "You don't want to go to Okinawa with me just so I can go to a dumb concert..."
Yu began to pet Yosuke's hair. "It's not dumb if you want to go to it. And..." Yu kissed his hair. "It's okay. I'm already coming up with other things I can do while you're at the concert."
Yosuke turned his head up to meet his eyes with a skeptical look.
"I'm sure I can find a good fishing spot," Yu said lightly.
Yosuke began to grin. "You... Yeah, that's..."
Yu kissed him again. "So we can go to Okinawa," he murmured into Yosuke's hair. "And we'll do our own thing that night, and meet up after."
"Sounds good to me."
"It sounds perfect," Yu corrected. "Perfect. Just like you."
"Oh, come off it," Yosuke protested, but he couldn't hide the pleased blush on his face. "There's nothing perfect about me."
"Oh? But your lips," Yu said, kissing him there. "They're perfect." He scooted down on the bed. "And your neck," – he kissed this too – "it's perfect. Your collarbone..."
"Stop, stop," Yosuke protested before he could go much lower.
"Your nipples," Yu said, "they're—"
Yosuke pushed Yu up by his forehead before the man could kiss him there. "Stop, stop!"
Yu laughed, and then laid back down on the bed to rest.
A moment later Yosuke closed the distance between them. "Besides," he murmured. "You're the perfect one."
Yu looked like he was about to say something, but Yosuke shut him up with a long, slow kiss on the lips, and Yu accepted it. They shared more than one kiss like that, letting their lips do the talking, until suddenly there was a rumbling against Yosuke's chest.
"Huh," said Yosuke. "So much for perfect."
"I guess I need some breakfast," Yu said sheepishly.
Yosuke glanced at the clock. It was past noon now. "More like lunch. Let's go out?"
Yu sighed heavily, and Yosuke could tell he just wanted to lounge around in bed some more.
"Let's not make the bed," Yosuke suggested.
Yu smiled and gave him another peck on the lips before finally getting up.
Summary: Prompt from a prompt meme: Souyo - Reunion Kiss
Author's notes: This is a a crosspost from AO3, ffnet, and tumblr.
It's a drabble that resulted from a tumblr prompt thing.
It's been quite a few years since I've been on an airplane (and I've never flown internationally) so apologies for any mistakes.
"We are beginning our descent. At this time, please ensure that all portable electronic devices are turned off and stowed. Please return all seats to the upright position and remain seated with the seat belt securely fastened. Thank you for flying with Japan Airlines."
Yu blinked out of his dozing, then yawned widely. He stretched in his seat, but not too much so as not to disturb the elderly woman sitting next to him. Kaede-san been a good companion to him on this 20-hour flight and he wouldn't ruin it now. He couldn't wait to be on the ground again, mostly because his legs were aching from the cramped space he'd been forced to keep them in.
He opened the window shutter that had been closed to allow him and Kaede-san to sleep without the sunlight blinding them. Outside the plane he could only see an expanse of clear blue sea. The beauty of the scene would have been more poignant if it had not been the same exact sight for the past 12 or so hours. The Pacific Ocean was a million times larger in reality than it looked on paper.
"Will anyone be waiting for you, Narukami-kun?" Kaede-san inquired.
"Oh... just a friend," Yu replied vaguely without looking away from the window.
"A dear friend?" Kaede-san pressed.
Yu smiled into his reflection outlined faintly in the window. "A good friend, yes," he answered softly, just loud enough to be heard over the incessant and dull thrum of the plane as it traveled. "I haven't seen him in over a year, so..."
"Ah," she said, nodding knowingly. "Time changes everyone. Why, just look how much my grandson grew in just a year!"
When she pulled out her photo album, Yu chuckled to himself. She'd shown him all the pictures before, hours and hours ago, but he had the patience to endure it. She was so proud of her family, it made him just a little jealous. While she rattled on about her grandchildren and their accomplishments, Yu began to think about other things.
He had been away from Japan for a whole year now. It was part of his training as a Shadow Operative, though he suspected this 'training' was simply a plot by Mitsuru-san to keep Akihiko-san out of trouble. Regardless of his superior's true intentions, he'd learned a great deal about the world. There were supernatural threats other than Shadows out there, and they weren't only in Japan.
Because of his constant traveling, he hadn't kept in contact with most of his friends (and calling had always been difficult for him, regardless). As a result, he didn't know the details on how everyone was doing. Had Yukiko taken over the inn? Had Chie made it through police academy? Was 'Risette' still a household name? Had Teddie matured in any way? Did Yosuke still dye his hair? He'd been wondering all of these things and more for the majority of the flight.
His smile grew wider without him even realizing it. Kaede-san thought it was in response to her amusing story about how her grandson had once eaten an entire package of diaper wipes, so she continued relating another anecdote.
He missed everyone, but soon he'd at least see Yosuke in person. Yu had called just last week to inform him that he was returning to Japan, and Yosuke had immediately volunteered to meet him at the airport. Yu hadn't mentioned needing anyone to accompany him. Yosuke's enthusiasm had been so amusing that Yu simply couldn't refuse.
'Yeah, we'll take the train to Tokyo Station and stop at the Wuck there—I bet you haven't had a good burger in forever!'
'I'd rather have some sushi,' Yu told him, and Yosuke quickly modified his plans to include that.
'All right, scratch the Wuck, then! There's this place I know that has designer sushi, you know, the good stuff, I just know you're gonna love it, partner!'
'You're spoiling me,' Yu protested with a short laugh.
'Ah, come on! I haven't seen you in forever! We're going to have a lot to catch up on.'
Yosuke hadn't been wrong about that. Although he'd meant it in regards to himself discovering everything Yu had been doing out of the country, Yu was infinitely curious about what his friend had been up to all this time. Yosuke lived near Tokyo, did that mean he was going to college there or something? Did he live on his own, or did he have a roommate or a girlfriend or something? A girlfriend... What if he was married? No, he'd definitely have told Yu if that had happened.
"Home, sweet home!" Kaede-san suddenly said.
She was leaning closer to him now, straining at her seatbelt to look out the window. Land had come into sight. Since Narita International Airport wasn't all that far inland, it wouldn't be long now before the plane landed.
"Those cars look like my grandson's toys," she remarked.
"They do," Yu agreed. From this high in the sky, even the tallest buildings and trees were like toothpicks. The whole expanse of roads, hills, and the pockets of civilization below looked like a very intricate model.
The airport came into sight, evident by all the planes surrounding their terminals. Lower and lower the plane descended, and Yu instinctively braced himself when it finally landed on the runway. It wasn't as bumpy as he'd expected, and soon enough the plane was taxiing towards its gate.
Some time later, Yu was helping Kaede-san take her luggage out from the overhead compartment, then taking out his own and following everyone else out of the plane. He considered turning on his phone and texting Yosuke to let him know he was off the plane, but he still had to go through check-in and customs; stopping to take out his phone in the middle of the hurried crowd around him didn't seem like the best idea.
The passport check went over without a hitch, and before he knew it, Yu was finally at the arrival gate. Yosuke had said he'd meet him here, and Yu worried for a moment before spotting him. Being as tall as he was had its advantages.
Yosuke was leaning against a wall, looking down at his phone with a slight frown on his face. One question was answered: Yosuke still dyed his hair, but it seemed to be a somewhat more amber hue than Yu remembered. He was dressed casually in an orange shirt with a band's logo on it. Still orange, huh? Yu found himself smiling at the sight.
A moment later Yosuke lifted his head to scan the new arrivals and his eyes caught Yu's. Suddenly it seemed like they were the only two people in the area.
Yu took a few steps forward and then opened his arms to envelop his friend in a hug.
To his surprise, Yosuke leaped right into him, the momentum almost knocking him right off his feet. Before Yu knew it, warm lips were pressed against his own.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but felt like at least twenty. Yu could hardly register that it had happened. Yosuke, of all people, kissing him in front of hundreds of strangers—it was just inconceivable.
As expected, Yosuke remembered himself a moment later. He drew away, stammering a quick, "S-sorry, I just, I missed you... s-so I..."
Yu shook his head, having none of that, and pulled Yosuke back into his arms. This time the kiss lasted well over twenty seconds. When he drew away, he stared into Yosuke's fawn-colored eyes for even longer than that.
At least, until he became aware that there was an audience. Kaede-san was standing by with her family. With a sly smile on her weathered face, she whispered to her son, "They seem to be very good friends."
While Yosuke was stuttering and turning a deep shade of red, Yu nodded at her. Then he grabbed Yosuke's hand with one hand and his luggage with the other and marched Yosuke right down the hall, seeking someplace a little more secluded. They really needed to catch up.
Summary: After the fallout over who was invited to Yu's on Christmas Eve, only one person stays behind to enjoy it with him.
Author's notes: This is a a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet.
If you can believe it, I didn't intend to post this on Christmas Eve but that's just how long it took me to write this nonsense. Oh well, enjoy! It's based vaguely on episode 8 of the P4G anime and a kink meme prompt that I don't have the link for anymore but it went something like this, only it turns into souyo because yeah.
It would have been a peaceful December 24th... except for all the shouting taking place on the Dojima residence's doorstop.
"What are you doing here?" Rise demanded. "Senpai invited me over today!"
"I have it written down right here," Chie countered, shoving her planner into Rise's face. "He invited me over!"
"You're mistaken," Yukiko said, sounding every bit like a disdainful princess. "Just the other day, he asked me if I would be free today."
Their bickering continued for another minute or so until the front door opened, revealing the cause of all this confusion: one Yu Narukami.
His lips turned up at the sight of the group gathered on his front doorstop. "I thought I heard you. You're just in time. I need one of you to run to the store and—"
"Senpai!" Rise interrupted. "What's this about? What are they," – she swept her hand towards Chie and Yukiko – "doing here?"
Yu blinked at her. "It's all right. There will be enough dinner for everyone."
Despite the aroma of delicious food wafting through the open doorway, the girls were not appeased.
"You invited all of us?" Chie was frowning in disappointment. "But I thought you meant... Your feelings were..."
"Senpai, this isn't funny." Rise had her hands on her hips. "You can't invite more than one girl over on Christmas Eve."
Yukiko agreed. "It's just not done."
"Yeah, even I know that," Yosuke piped up.
Rise whirled around. "Yosuke-senpai? Why are you here?"
"I invited him," Yu answered for him. "I invited Kanji too, but his mother needs him. Here comes Naoto now."
The girls turned as one to find Naoto cautiously approaching. The young detective was wearing full riot gear, including a helmet with a face shield. Considering the girls' venomous feelings towards Yu at the moment, the get-up might even have been appropriate.
"I've made enough dinner for everyone," Yu repeated. "Please come inside."
"Senpai..." Rise followed it with an overdramatic sigh. "Forget it. My heart just can't take this."
"Yeah," Chie agreed. "I'm out. You really know how to kick someone when they're down."
The two girls left in opposite directions. Yukiko turned to Yosuke. "You don't have to stay," she told him.
"And miss out on Yu's cooking?" Yosuke said. "Are you nuts?"
Yukiko subjected him to a withering glare, but he didn't back down, and soon enough she gave up and left, too.
Naoto, perhaps realizing that there wasn't an imminent murder to prevent, or perhaps not caring if one Hanamura was to be the intended victim, also left the scene.
Yu remained, standing in the doorway to his home, frowning and wondering quite innocently what he'd done wrong.
Yosuke sidled up next to him. "So, about that dinner..."
Yu immediately cheered up. "Yes, please come in!"
The concentrated scent of food nearly overwhelmed Yosuke, making his mouth immediately water while he slipped off his shoes in the threshold, though soon enough his nose adjusted. The mess in the Dojima kitchen was proof of the multi-course meal in progress. Yu had prepared a large garden salad in a bowl, and there was some sort of soup simmering in a pot on the stove, another pot of rice being cooked next to it, a ham in the oven—an actual ham! Yosuke was doubly impressed now. How much had Yu spent on this meal?
It was obvious to anyone that Yu really had intended all of his friends to have a Christmas Eve party together with him. It was their loss, Yosuke supposed, for letting their hearts get in the way of their stomachs. He almost swooned with anticipation. "There's no way the two of us can eat all of this," he said, but his stomach was totally willing to give it a try.
"It's okay if there are leftovers," Yu said while stirring one of the pots on the stove. "I wish Teddie and Kanji could have made it."
"Ted said he had a date," Yosuke reported, "and I'm not sure I want to know." What could be more important than dinner with his beloved Sensei, after all?
"Maybe it's Ohtani-san," Yu suggested, and Yosuke pretended to gag. "Beauty is only skin-deep, Yosuke..." he chided.
"In the eye of the beholder, or something," Yosuke muttered. Yu had opened the oven and was pulling out the ham. Yosuke's mouth began to water again. It looked so tender and juicy and, oh, he hadn't had ham in forever!
Yu asked him to wait in the living room while he finished cooking. Yosuke found a brand new kotatsu waiting for him there, and he wasted no time turning it on and settling himself under its soft blanket. He stretched his legs out until his toes were tenting the blanket's far end.
The warmth of the kotatsu had lulled him into a light sleep. He woke up with a start when he felt Yu settling under the blanket at the spot diagonally to his right at the low table. To his surprise, the little table was covered with plates of food.
"We probably shouldn't eat here," Yu murmured, "but this way we'll be nice and warm."
"I'll try not to spill anything!" Yosuke promised, and then he dug into the nearest plate of ham. Yu nodded at him and turned on the TV to some holiday-themed movie. Yosuke continuously gushed over how good the meal was while shoveling it down so fast he might not have actually tasted it, all the while cracking silly jokes about the movie. Since he was Yu's only guest, he felt obligated to make the party as lively as he could. Fortunately it came naturally to him to be so talkative.
Halfway through the meal, Yosuke took out his phone to take pictures of the smorgasbord in front of him that he'd barely put a dent in. He'd make sure the girls regretted their misunderstanding earlier!
I can't believe they thought you were asking them out on a Christmas Eve date, Yosuke mused to himself. He thought about it further and realized he actually could believe it, and then he felt marginally bad for them. Who wouldn't want a Christmas Eve date with Yu? He chuckled to himself as he thought about how funny it was that he was the one here alone with Yu right now!
And then it occurred to him that the reason Yu had invited everyone like that was possibly because he didn't want to be alone this holiday. Nanako-chan and Dojima-san were still in the hospital, after all...
Yosuke vowed then and there to stay with his friend as long as he needed tonight. It wasn't like he had a Christmas Eve date of his own or anything.
He tore into the food with renewed energy. By the time he finally managed to clear his plate, he thought his stomach might burst. "I feel as round as Ted's body!" he announced, leaning back and patting his overstuffed belly. "I'm not going anywhere for a while, unless you have a wheelbarrow."
"I'd look for one in the garden for you," Yu said, "but we'll have to find someone else to wheel me out there, first."
So he was too stuffed to move, too. Yosuke laughed and then regretted it as a pain shot through his side.
With a regretful sigh, Yu pushed away from the kotatsu to clear away the empty plates and bowls. Yosuke offered to help, but Yu just told him to 'hi-bear-nate' and beat a hasty retreat before Yosuke could form any sort of witty comeback.
While Yu was cleaning up in the kitchen and putting leftovers away into myriad plastic containers, Yosuke idly picked at his teeth where a piece of ham got stuck. He noticed then that it was dark outside. He hadn't realized he'd spent so long with Yu, but time flew when he was with his partner. It was always like this.
He'd almost dozed off again from how warm and full he was when his friend finally returned. Before Yosuke knew it, Yu was placing another plate in front of him. "Oh, no, I really can't eat any more!" Yosuke protested.
Yu didn't answer, instead carefully setting down the steaming mug he'd been carrying in his other hand. He pushed it over towards Yosuke, who didn't notice it because he was staring at the contents of the plate.
"You made a Christmas cake, too?" Yosuke was awed. It was a nicely sized triangle of yellow cake covered in strawberries and whipped cream.
"And some hot chocolate," Yu answered. "Surely you saved room for dessert."
Yosuke hadn't, but there was no way he wasn't going to eat this delicious cake.
He only managed a few bites of the sugary confection before he had to give up. Yu was still making his way through it, though, and Yosuke watched him with bemusement. By the frown of concentration on his friend's face—his brow was wrinkled just so—it was obviously taking an effort.
"You can do it," Yosuke encouraged softly, and then Yu's eyes unfocused from the cake in front of him to look at Yosuke instead. It made him self-conscious all of a sudden. He hoped there wasn't any frosting from the cake on his face. There was some on Yu's lips, after all, a little smear on the right side of his mouth.
Then those gray eyes narrowed and focused on the partially-eaten cake in front of Yosuke. "Not going to finish?" Yu asked.
"It might kill me," Yosuke said, spreading his hands in a shrug, "but I could give it another try."
"That's all right. I won't go in for murder today." Yu was smiling now at him, the soft smile that was rare enough to see these days, considering everything that had been happening lately—but he broke the eye contact a moment later to push his plate away on the table. He, too, was giving up.
Yosuke took a moment to check his phone in case Teddie was trying to get his attention. Indeed, there was a text from the bear imploring him to make it "A beary merry Christmas for Sensei!" Yosuke shook his head in amusement—a bear joke, even in a text message?—but then he noticed what time it was.
"Do you need to go home soon?" Yu asked, correctly interpreting the expression on his face. "Your family is probably wondering where you are."
"Oh, no, I'm staying!"
The vehemence of his words surprised Yu. It was fun to see his eyes widen so much, and then the smile on his face returned, and it was so worth it.
Yosuke grinned at him. "I can't let you be alone on Christmas Eve, partner."
Yu blinked. He glanced down at the table, and, after a moment of hesitation, set his hand atop Yosuke's there. "Thank you," he said quietly.
My pleasure, Yosuke wanted to say, the words he had been trained to say in response to customers at Junes, but he hesitated, because with Yu's hand on his, he became very aware that they were alone together, and it was Christmas Eve. The night you were supposed to spend with a loved one...
It gave Yosuke the sudden desire to show Yu how much he appreciated him. "Say, partner?" he said. "I'm gonna do something weird. Just because it's almost Christmas, okay?"
Yu didn't answer, but his fingers curled over Yosuke's hand on the table, and that was all the encouragement Yosuke needed. After taking a deep breath, Yosuke leaned in over the kotatsu, closed his eyes, and planted a quick peck to the corner of Yu's mouth.
His face warmed with embarrassment at his own audacity. "Thanks for the meal," he said by way of explanation, and then he tried to scurry away.
Except he couldn't, because Yu was holding him close. Their faces were barely an inch apart.
"Yosuke..." Yu murmured, and Yosuke felt his warm breath on his face and neck.
So close to his friend, Yosuke could see the flecks of blue in his silvery-gray eyes... and then those eyes were half-lidded, and Yosuke was about to say something, and then Yu's tongue was brushing against his lips and they were actually kissing.
Yosuke melted into the kiss with an embarrassing moan. Yu's lips were chapped and thin, but they tasted of hot chocolate and some frosting from that yellow cake, and Yosuke decided that maybe he was hungry for more as he returned the kiss with more passion than he'd ever imagined using with another boy.
Before he knew it, Yu had fallen backwards onto the floor, and Yosuke had moved with him. Now they were both on the floor, facing each other, breathing heavily, the kotatsu blanket draped haphazardly over their legs.
The smile on Yu's face now was more brilliant than any of the smiles he'd worn earlier in the day, and Yosuke found himself unable to look away from his friend.
Yu finally worked his mouth. "M-Merry Christmas."
"Y-yeah," Yosuke answered. "Merry Christmas, partner."
Rating: T (for heavy themes)
Summary: Years after the events of Persona 4, Yosuke Hanamura is married. Then his wife leaves him.
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. Since it's a multichapter story, this post will be a link repository for each chapter.
- Chapter 01
- Chapter 02
- Chapter 03
- Chapter 04 - Kichirou #1
- Chapter 05
- Chapter 06
- Chapter 07
- Chapter 08
- Chapter 09
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12 - Kichirou #2
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14 - Kichirou #3
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19 - Kichirou #4
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22 - Kichirou #5
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24 - Kichirou #6
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27 - Kichirou #7
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30 - Kichirou #8
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32 - Yu #1 - followed by Optional Smut (Adults only, please!)
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34 - Kichirou #9
- Chapter 35 - Epilogue
Rating: T (for hot makeouts)
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet.
Kink meme prompt. I won't post the details of the prompt here because it kinda tells you exactly what happens.
"If you paid even the least bit of attention," Yu said in that aggravatingly calm way of his. He even had his hand on his hip like he always did when he wanted to appear so casual.
"I did!" Yosuke declared, more annoyed than he'd ever been at his friend. "You clearly said—"
The team leader shook his head. "You need to listen when I'm talking—"
Chie and Yukiko watched the back-and-forth, the latter girl gripping the former's arm tightly. The boys had been arguing for a full minute and showed no signs of stopping.
"Uh, g-guys, if you keep that up," Chie said hesitantly, "w-we're gonna get kicked out."
It was, perhaps, a good thing they were the only 'customers' in the electronics department today.
"Look," Yosuke went on, heedless of her warning. "You said, 'Use a Garula.' So I used a Garula. Not my fault that Shadow could reflect it!"
"I said don't use Garula!"
The brown-haired teen crossed his arms with a huff. "When have you ever told me what not to do?"
"Maybe if you were listening to me instead of your music—"
"Maybe if you spoke louder...!"
Yu twitched like he'd been slapped. His face, which had maintained a neutral expression up to this point despite the rising tension, flushed. He turned away sharply and strode away, dress shoes tapping out across the store's tiled floor.
Yosuke, breathing heavily, stared after him.
A few moments later, Chie spoke up. "Uh, you're just gonna let him go?"
He blinked at her. "Well, yeah? I mean..."
Then he frowned, his anger deflating as he realized he'd just had a fight with his best friend. It was the first fight they'd ever had, really.
What if Yu would keep a grudge? What if Yu stayed angry at him and ignored him the next day at school?
Just imagining that made him hug himself. When Chie gave him a funny look, he pretended he was just crossing his arms. "Uh... Did you see which way he went?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could manage.
"He went upstairs, to the food court," Yukiko replied.
What, was he going to calm his anger with a root beer float? Yosuke almost rolled his eyes.
He climbed up the stairs and headed to the table that was their secret headquarters, but Yu wasn't there. He knew Yukiko wouldn't lie to him about this, so he looked around the rest of the food court. It took some doing—his friend wasn't at any of the tables, nor the food counter, nor behind any of the decorative bushes or the trash cans—but eventually he spied the gray-haired boy at the playground. He was in the very farthest corner, sitting on the wood encircling the sandbox, his head bowed low. He didn't hear Yosuke approach.
It took Yosuke a moment to realize his friend was sobbing into his hands. His eyes widened. Had their fight been that bad?
He saw two options before him. The first was to turn around and pretend he never saw this. The other...
He took a deep breath to give himself some courage, then walked right on over to his friend, plopped down next to him, and put his arms around him.
It was only fair! Yu had given him a big man-hug just like this when he'd been crying that one time at the river...
Yu didn't really respond to his presence, or at least did he didn't stop crying, though he allowed Yosuke to pull him into a better position. Now his head was against his chest, and Yosuke was patting his back, telling him that he was sorry, he was wrong, he should've listened better to his instructions. "It's, uh, okay, partner, really. I'll, umm—"
"'s not okay," the other boy finally mumbled. His voice sounded like a croak, broken from emotion. "I'm a b-bad leader."
"You are not a bad leader!" Yosuke scolded.
"I'm a bad leader if you can't h-hear me."
"You are not a bad leader," Yosuke repeated, but Yu was stubbornly shaking his head.
"I'm a bad leader, a-and you know it."
"Look at me, look at me!" Yosuke forced Yu's face up and stared into his eyes, which were all puffy and bloodshot and full of hurt. "You. Are. Not—" he began to enunciate slowly, but Yu was already shaking his head in denial yet again.
Frustrated, Yosuke looked away from him, and that's when the idea came to him: something that would surely get his partner's attention.
Without thinking about it further, Yosuke tilted Yu's head just so and kissed him with his eyes closed.
Yu didn't kiss back, not really, though Yosuke could tell he was startled from the way he shifted, but at the same time he hadn't pulled away, and...
"If... if you were a bad leader, I-I wouldn't have done that," Yosuke murmured.
Several beats passed, Yosuke's heart pounding as he worried about how his partner was going to react. Then Yu blinked and repeated, "I'm a bad leader."
"Oh, you are not!"
"No," Yosuke told him firmly. He pressed forward and kissed him again and again. "You are," – kiss – "the best" – kiss – "leader" – kiss – "and my partner."
He finished it with one very long kiss. He was blushing now, because that had been one heck of an admission.
Yu's cheeks were pink, too, and he didn't look all that unhappy anymore. But then he shifted in Yosuke's arms. "Don't believe you," he muttered.
"What? What's not to believe? I'm here right now! You led me here, leader!" He chuckled, and then kissed Yu again. This time he felt the boy smile into the kiss.
He drew back and rubbed his nose against Yu's cheek. Now Yu licked his lips. "I... I'm still not sure."
"You're the one who got us through the castle," Yosuke murmured. He kissed the corner of the boy's mouth, and Yu turned into the kiss, catching him on the lips.
Now Yu was taking the lead here, his hand at the back of Yosuke's neck and the kiss deepening. When he pulled away, Yosuke tried to follow with a disappointed sound. "Yosuke... do you really think...?"
Yosuke nodded eagerly and pressed back into his partner's mouth. He ran his tongue over the other boy's lips. Yu parted them, and then Yosuke began to explore the inside of his partner's mouth. It tasted like Chewing Soul, not a pleasant flavor, really, but at the moment he simply couldn't get enough.
"Partner," he gasped when he came up for breath. "You're the only one I ever want at my side."
He felt Yu's hand at his back travel down to his backside. "Yeah?" the boy said casually while his fingers toyed with one of his belt loops.
"Yeah," Yosuke assured him, very aware of the warmth of his partner's hands through the fabric of his pants. "But... serious talk here. What got you so upset...?"
Yu lowered his head until his forehead was resting against Yosuke's chest. "I just... h-hate raising my voice..." he mumbled.
"I love hearing your voice," Yosuke said. "Uh, uh, I mean... Quiet or loud, it's..."
"Mm," said Yu. "I hate shouting. But you need to be able to hear me in the middle of battle."
"You've been doing great so far," Yosuke assured him. "It was just today things went bad..." He trailed off, aware that Yu's fingers were now curling under his waistband. He swallowed. "Y-yeah, d-don't be afraid to sh-shout at me..." His voice was shaking as much as his body.
"I'll try," Yu murmured, his eyes unfocused in concentration. Yosuke felt his fingers inching their way down under his waistband now. He swallowed again, and when he shifted in his seat, Yu used the opportunity to move his hand down further until his hand was most definitely flush against the skin of his butt.
"F-Feeling better now?" Yosuke murmured.
"No," Yu said, his eyes sparkling from the force of his lie. Yosuke snickered and told him he'd make it better. He proceeded to kiss him, pushing his tongue into the other boy's mouth, and he was rewarded with Yu squeezing his butt.
Then Yu drew away suddenly, pulling back his wandering hands, too. Yosuke frowned at him, but Yu was looking past him. He turned to take a look.
"Mama, watch me go down the slide!" a little kid shouted, running towards the playground.
Yosuke sighed. Customers always ruined everything.
Yu patted his hand. "We're going into the TV again tomorrow..."
"I might... need some more reassurance afterward..." Yu's fingers curled around his hand and squeezed.
Yosuke just grinned.
Summary: A set of Yu/Yosuke shorts.
Author's notes: It was meant to be just one story, but I kept writing more so it's become a series!
You can probably read any of the stories on their own, but they're intended to build upon each other and contain minor references to each other.
The series takes place after December in-game and therefore contains spoilers up to, and maybe beyond, that point. Oh, and it's based on the game, not the anime.
The title of the series comes from part of a line in the full version of the song "Shadow World" which is the opening movie theme for Persona 4: Golden (Lyrics here).