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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
“Yosuke, it’s not that far away. I’ll be coming back to visit, I promise. And college is only a year away now … Who knows where we might end up?”
Yosuke groaned into his uniform. “Dude, you’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“That thing! That’s the sort of stuff you say to girls when you’re breaking up with them. You always do that.”
“…What? Break up with girls?”
“ No! Talk to me like one.”
“Yosuke, I’m not breaking up with you.”
“Souji!” Yosuke suddenly wheeled on him, and Souji laughed - until he caught the look on his face, full of pain and fear and anger, and his smile died away instantly. He hadn’t seen that look on his friend’s face since December, since they stood in a hospital room and screamed at each other in front of their friends and a broken man and a television.
“It was a joke, Yosuke. Calm down.”
He wasn’t sure what he’d done to provoke Yosuke’s anger, but he sat there calmly, willing to take it, to absorb it until he had no anger left. He expected a heated verbal fight - it was too dangerous to throw a punch up here - and so he was more than a little surprised when the words that left Yosuke’s mouth were:
“Don’t go back.”
Souji blinked at him. “What?”
“Don’t leave Inaba.”
“Yosuke, I have to. School starts in a couple of weeks.”
“What’s wrong with Yasogami?!”
“Nothing’s wrong with it - it’s a great school and it’s where you guys are. But … my parents want me home. I miss them, I haven’t seen them in a whole year.”
“Dojima-san’s your family, too! And Nanako-chan!” Yosuke’s voice faltered. “And us.”
“You’ve known all year that I had to go back home.” Souji saw Yosuke flinch at that word. “What’s with you all of a sudden?”
His friend sighed in frustration, shaking his head and looking away. “I don’t know.”
“Yosuke…”
“I don’t know!” Yosuke ran a hand through his unkempt hair, tightening his fingers around it and squeezing his eyes shut tight. “I don’t know why it was so hard! I lost count of how many times I took a hit for you in a fight, and I always did it without ever second-guessing myself. Why was it so hard this time?!”
The light of comprehension dawned on Souji, and he had to look away. He’d watched helplessly as each of his friends shoved him away from danger at the last second, watched as each of them were claimed by the dark tendrils of the Thousand Curses and were dragged down, down into blackness and oblivion, their screams only reaching his ears long after they’d vanished.
The others had done it like they had saved him so many times before, like Yosuke was saying: without a second thought. But he remembered the look on Yosuke’s face as he disappeared into the swirling black abyss, a look of pain and anguish completely unlike the ones the others had worn. It had rattled him, and now that Yosuke brought it up, it still did.
“You saved me,” said Souji. “It doesn’t matter how easy or difficult it was. You threw away your life for me. I can’t fault you for that.”
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Souji couldn’t think of anything to say. They sat together in silence for a moment, before Yosuke found the nerve to continue.
“But, I woke up. I came back, and everything was okay again. Except … you’re still leaving. And I still feel selfish because … I don’t want you to.”
“Yosuke,” Souji turned to him, and wouldn’t continue until Yosuke grudgingly met his eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I promise I’ll be careful. I’ll come back during Golden Week, and summer vacation, and …”
But Yosuke was shaking his head again. “No. That’s not good enough.”
“Come on, Yosuke. You’re making this difficult.”
“No, you’re making this difficult! How terrible would it be to stay here with everybody, with all of your friends and your family and…!” Yosuke clamped his mouth shut, and Souji could see the way his jaw clenched, the way it did only when he was at his most frustrated, or when he struggled to stop himself from saying something too stupid to ever take back. “God dammit, Souji, this is your home! What has the city ever done for you?!”
It was impossible to argue with Yosuke, because Souji knew he was right. There was nothing to do except dig in his heels and resist, because things had already been decided, because no matter how much he wanted to stay - and he did want to stay, more than anything in the world - there was nothing that could change the fact that he was getting on that train tomorrow. It was too late, and Souji told him so.
“No … It’s not too late.” The only thing that stopped Souji from speaking was that it didn’t entirely sound like Yosuke was talking to him. “That’s what I was thinking, when I first woke up from that curse. I almost died. Maybe I did die, I don’t even know. But when I woke up, I knew right away that I couldn’t waste this chance. It’s not too late.” He sighed, took a deep breath, and seemed to come to a decision. “You can’t leave. Souji, I-”
“Why not?”
“-love you.”
It was so quiet that it took Souji a moment to realize what had been said. His stomach fluttered. “What did you just say?”
Yosuke looked at him. The anger had faded from his face, leaving only a tired, miserable resignation in its wake. And then he said it again.
Souji was rendered speechless. He tried to respond, he really did, but his brain was no longer producing thought, and his mouth had nothing to work with.
“Please. Please, partner, I’m begging you.” Yosuke voice was failing him. “Please don’t go.”
Souji still hadn’t recovered by the time Yosuke closed the gap between them, his mind still racing thoughtlessly along, his heart pumping adrenaline that wouldn’t be used through his body. Yosuke missed, pressing his lips lightly against the corner of Souji’s mouth, and then his upper lip, and then finally where they were supposed to be, and Souji felt his own mouth moving compliantly as his eyes fell closed. Perhaps emboldened by this acceptance, Yosuke became braver, moved a hand up to touch Souji’s face, then slid it down to the back of his neck.
The kiss was Yosuke in a nutshell. It was earnest, and friendly, and more than friendly, and so playful and serious at the same time. It was confused and desperate and reassuring. Chaos and comfort, all rolled into one. And when Souji broke them apart by gently pushing Yosuke away by the shoulders, the bitterness in his friend’s eyes seemed to echo the aftertaste on his tongue.
“Yosuke…” Souji struggled to say the hateful words. “I have to go home.”
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Souji called out to him, but Yosuke didn’t hear, or maybe just didn’t respond. He watched him run away until he couldn’t make out his outline in the dark anymore, and then sat alone, and felt like he was going to be sick.
So that was what breaking up felt like.
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Yosuke hung back as the others said their goodbyes to Souji.
Everyone was as cheerful as the situation allowed them to be, although the general feeling in the small crowd was that the cheer could spill over into sorrow and tears at any moment if anybody said the wrong thing. Yosuke watched as Souji picked up Nanako and gave her a tight hug and a kiss on her cheek before whispering something in her ear that caused her entire face to light up. She squealed and practically jumped into Dojima’s arms, who smiled at him knowingly.
Then it was the others’ turn. Teddie couldn’t contain himself. He threw himself at Souji, arms flung around his neck, wailing loudly and, oddly enough, occasionally in Haiku. Rise and Chie pried him off only to end up doing the same thing (minus the Haiku), and then Souji turned to Yukiko, who stood on her toes and hugged him tightly. He shook hands and exchanged words of thanks with Naoto, who still wasn’t quite comfortable with more exaggerated displays of affection, and when he turned to Kanji to do the same, Kanji grasped his hand tightly before pulling him into a manly, one-armed hug. Yosuke got the distinct impression that his kouhai only managed to hold it together because he didn’t want to cry in front of Naoto.
And then Souji’s eyes fell on him. Despite the fact that he’d gotten himself thoroughly rejected the night before, Yosuke smiled a little, and stepped forward as the others retreated and recovered from their emotional outbursts. He sheepishly held out his hand.
“Take care of yourself, partner. You promised,” he said. “And … you’ll be back for Golden Week, right?”
Souji smiled, ignoring Yosuke’s hand completely and clasping him around the shoulders as tightly as possible. It wasn’t quite as intimate as that girly, arms-around-the-waist maneuver he’d pulled on him at the riverbed, but Yosuke would have died on the spot of embarrassment if that had been the case, so he accepted it.
“I didn’t give you an answer,” Souji whispered in his ear.
“Dude .” Yosuke tried not to feel eight pairs of eyes staring at them right now. “It can wait.”
Souji sighed, and buried his face in Yosuke’s neck. “I’m spending the week with my parents, and then I’m coming back. Don’t tell the others yet. It’s a surprise.” He pulled back in time to see Yosuke’s eyes widen.
“Dude, you’re - seriously?!”
“This is your fault, so you’re helping me unpack my shit,” Souji deadpanned. “Don’t make plans.”
Then everybody was waving goodbye as Souji boarded the train, and as a slow, overjoyed grin appeared on Yosuke’s face. And when they chased the train to the end of the platform, waving and crying and yelling out goodbyes that Souji couldn’t hear, Yosuke’s were a just little less enthusiastic than everyone else’s.
As he was changing for bed that night, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He flipped it open, eyes scanning the text message that immediately popped up, and he smiled stupidly to himself.
Told you we weren’t breaking up.
And then another, thirty seconds later that made him feel incredibly embarrassed about his behavior last night:
Love you.
And then one more:
Seriously though, don’t make plans. Those boxes are heavy.
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I think I teared up and I loved the ending.
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That was adorable, beautiful, and an AU that I fully applaud. XD I didn't want him to leave Inaba either~
XDDD
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*give you hearts* <33
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