Summary: Yu learns more about Akira's Velvet Room.
Author's notes: This is a crosspost from AO3 and ffnet. I wrote this when the Japanese version of P5 came out, but held off on posting it due to minor spoilers on P5's Velvet Room mechanics.
Yu was at the kitchen counter, chopping up some carrots, idly thinking about his shopping list for tomorrow. They were almost out of curry powder, and he needed another half-gallon of milk, and wasn't there a sale over at the grocery store this weekend?
A presence ghosted behind him, and soon hands were settling around his waist. "Akira," Yu murmured, not even fazed.
"Whatcha making?" Akira breathed into his ear.
"Stew," Yu answered succinctly. He used the flat end of the knife to push the chopped carrots out of the way, then grabbed a bell pepper and continued chopping.
Akira watched him work for a while. After the pepper, Yu moved onto a beef block. As he began to cut it, Akira remarked, "Maybe Igor should hire you. You're good at this."
"Hmm?" Yu wondered what Igor had to do with anything.
"Chopping, huh?" If Igor was hungry, Yu supposed he could bring some of his stew to the Velvet Room.
"Chopping Personas' heads off," Akira said. "What else?"
Yu faltered in his slicing, causing the next strip of beef to be far larger than the perfectly-sized pieces he'd cut before. "What?" he asked, turning an openly-confused gaze onto the other boy.
"You know," Akira said, waving a hand. "For fusion."
Yu stared at Akira's face, but there were no answers forthcoming. Akira's expression began to match his own.
"With... the... guillotine?" Akira continued slowly, his normal confidence suddenly full of doubt.
"Are we even talking about the same thing?"
"I-I don't know!" Akira stepped away from him. "How do you make new Personas, oh wildcard-senpai?"
The sarcasm at the end there meant he was getting defensive. Yu set his knife down and turned around to face Akira and found him standing there with his arms crossed, clearly agitated. "My cards," Yu said. "They kind of... float up, and combine together to make a new card."
"That's right, you use cards," Akira said, more to himself than anything. "I wonder why it's so different. You even summon them differently."
"What happens in your Velvet Room?"
Akira was slow to answer. "...I don't use cards, you know."
He didn't say any more, and his gaze was directed at his feet.
"You're not going to like it," Akira muttered, not looking up.
"I don't have to like it."
"I don't want to tell you."
"You don't have to tell me."
Akira glanced at him now, clearly startled.
"You... kind of already said," Yu clarified. "A guillotine?"
Akira was playing with his fingers now, trying to avoid Yu's searching eyes. Yu let the silence draw out until Akira filled it.
"Two guillotines," he finally said. "For both Personas."
"And... the new Persona?"
"Is fused from their heads," Akira finished. "I don't know."
Another silence followed. Yu really didn't know what to say. The differences in their situations were so great, sometimes. The fact that Akira's Velvet Room was an actual jail cell was only the tip of the iceberg.
"Do you think..." Akira mumbled.
Yu tilted his head in question, but Akira was still not looking at him.
Yu blinked. "What..."
"I kill my other selves to create better and stronger ones." Akira raised his voice. "What kind of person does that?"
Akira was trembling. In a flash, Yu crossed the short space between them and enveloped him in a hug. The other boy was surprised, then Yu began to run his back and he began to relax.
"What kind of person does that?" he repeated into Yu's shoulder.
"Someone who really needs that strength," Yu answered.
Yu tried to hold him tighter. He enjoyed having him close like this. He could feel the rise and fall of Akira's breath.
"I mean, you still have a compendium," Yu murmured. "So it's not like they're really dead if you can have them brought out again."
"Yeah," Akira said. By the sigh that followed, he was not entirely convinced.
"And maybe my card fusion is painful to the Personas too," Yu tried. "I don't really know."
"More painful than a guillotine?"
"At least a guillotine is fast. They don't, you know, suffer."
"I guess," Akira said again, and this time his tone sounded amused. Yu smiled to himself and released Akira from his hug to find the boy smiling faintly back at him.
"Feeling better now?" Yu asked.
Akira nodded. "Thanks."
They gazed at each other for a little while, and then Akira glanced at the kitchen counter.
"Well," he said. "Your stew won't cook itself."
"Maybe I should let you do the chopping now," Yu suggested. "You should be good at it!"
Akira batted him on the shoulder, and they both laughed.
Summary: Prompt from a prompt meme: Wildcard - A promise + a whisper
Author's notes: This is a a crosspost from AO3, ffnet, and tumblr.
It's a drabble that resulted from a tumblr prompt thing.
I'll be there at 8 :)
Sitting in the booth at Wild-Duck Burger, Yu read the text on his phone for probably the 50th time. With his other hand, he absently brought a french fry to his mouth and munched on it, hardly tasting it.
It was 8:10. Akira was late.
Since it was in his nature to always think the best of people, Yu tried to be generous. Perhaps his boyfriend was just running late. Shibuya was a busy place, and fighting through the thick crowds of people was never easy, especially if you were taking the subway. Heck, maybe Akira had missed his train and then been forced to wait for the next one. Maybe he'd be along any minute, maybe he'd slip right into the seat across from Yu before he even noticed.
Maybe Yu wasn't being stood up.
Yu scoffed at the thought. He re-read the text one more time, his eye catching on the emoticon. Was it genuine? He didn't know anymore.
It was now 8:13.
This wasn't the first time Akira had failed to show up. Nor the second, nor the third, nor... For whatever reason, Akira had problems keeping their dinner dates. The first time it'd happened, Akira had sent a card via the waitress, which had been cute. The stationery had been so fancy with its red and black lettering. Yu had put it in a scrapbook.
It had been less cute the next time, and after that, Akira had apparently grown complacent in their relationship, instead simply sending Yu a text when he couldn't make it.
Yu wasn't even getting that tonight. In frustration, he sent Akira a 'where are you?' text himself.
All Yu wanted was to spend time with his boyfriend. Was that so much to ask for? Just to have a quiet dinner together. They would talk, though Yu enjoyed listening more. He enjoyed hearing Akira's tales of his classmates' antics. How the teacher had thrown a piece of chalk at him when he'd fallen asleep in class and the chalk had left a noticeable white mark in his black hair for the rest of the school day...
Yu imagined the boy sitting across from him now, with his nerdy (but cute) glasses, his hair so messy that it always looked like it had never once seen a comb in its lifetime, his sweet smile... He imagined holding the boy's hand under the table, maybe entwining their fingers or simply setting his hand on the other boy's knee. Akira would give him those coy looks whenever he squeezed that knee, and...
Even if Akira arrived late, Yu would forgive him if it resulted in that.
Yu snapped his phone shut, trying to force himself not to keep looking at it. At the rate he was going, its battery wouldn't last the night. He ate another soggy fry, feeling miserable.
The door to the restaurant opened, grabbing his attention, but it was just a mom and her young daughter. Not a cute boy with red plaid pants. He watched them order, then idly checked his phone again.
Almost a half an hour now... He wondered how long he should wait. The waitress looked like she was about to come over and ask if he needed anything—Wuck food could do things to people, after all—but he kept his eyes on his phone to deter her.
The worst part was that he'd told Akira. This is it, he'd said. If you're not going to be there, I...
I'll be there. I promise.
Yu blinked away the tears he suddenly felt welling in his eyes. Akira had lied to him. Honestly, if he couldn't be trusted to keep a simple dinner date, then was it even worth it? Yu would be better off with someone else, someone who valued him enough to be there when he needed him, someone who thought he was interesting enough to spend the evening with, someone who genuinely liked to be around him.
Yu squeezed his eyes shut. He had some choices to make. He could forgive his boyfriend (again), or... go through with his threat. He was aware that he was kind of a pushover, and that had to change.
Drawing his lips into a thin line, he decided he'd change it now. He'd give Akira another ten minutes, and if he didn't show up, or at least reply to his text or call... then it'd be over. He'd break it off.
A man at another table was starting to give him sympathetic looks. Maybe he should be dating that guy instead. His glasses made him look really cute, but... Akira had glasses, and that'd only remind him of...
Well, of being stood up in a Wuck like this. A Wuck, of all places. When Yosuke found out about this, he would never let Yu live it down.
Yu didn't know how the time had moved so fast, but the ten minutes were up. He bit his lip hard, willing himself not to break down here in public. He picked up his half-eaten tray of food slowly—just in case Akira would suddenly show up—and took it to the trash can, where he began to throw it all out. The fries sliding down the tray and into the trash felt like the pieces of his shattered heart.
He returned to his table to pick up his coffee. He hurt his throat in the process of swallowing a sigh and tried to get the resulting ache out of his throat by finishing the drink. It had grown so cold by now that it only worsened the ache in his heart.
He couldn't do this anymore.
He left the cafe and headed home, keeping his phone in his hand while he walked. If Akira texted him, he wasn't going to bother answering.
There were no texts.
Yu woke up sometime later because his phone had lit up the room. He was being called. The ringtone was the one he'd set for Akira, something classical because he'd always thought 'classy' was romantic.
He reached for the phone with a groan.
Yu scowled at the 'Now calling...' display. Now he wanted to go out? Over three and a half hours past their intended date time?
His entire body shaking, Yu held up the phone to his ear and accepted the call. Akira's voice immediately came over the line. "Yu, thank god you're there. Listen, I'm sorry, but I—"
"W-we're through," Yu interrupted, the hurt in his voice unmistakable. "You promised."
"Yu, listen to me, you don't understand! I need you, I'm—"
Yu slammed his phone shut so hard that he almost broke the case. Breathing heavily, he hugged his pillow so tightly that he almost cut off circulation to his hands. He hiccuped and hot tears began to roll down his cheeks. He cried himself to sleep for the second time that night.
"I'm in jail," Akira whispered into the phone. A police officer listened in over his shoulder behind him, but the line was now only a dial tone.
Author's notes: ahahaha WELP
This could turn into a longer work if, like, when Yu finds out the next day and feels awful and... but I don't have time for that, so you get stuck with this, haha. I'm sorry.
Please leave comments/kudos/likes/reviews on AO3 or ffnet!
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.