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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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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... )
It’s in Daidara that he hears the whispering again. Three girls are clustered together in one corner, shifting awkwardly on stocking clad legs as they scan the swords on display.
“Does he really like this stuff?” one asks in a shaky voice.
Another girl twirls her hair and chews at her lower lip thoughtfully. “That’s what Hisako-chan said. According to her, if he’s not with friends, he’s here.”
“Scary,” the third girl hums, drawing out the word. “I guess if it was anyone besides Seta-kun, I’d be worried.”
Internally, Yosuke groans.
Shaking a finger, the second girl says, “If we want to stand out, we need to get him something unique, something he really likes! Otherwise, we won’t stand a chance.”
“I’m worried we don’t stand a chance no matter what.”
One of them asks, “What do you mean?” in unison with Yosuke’s thoughts.
The girl stammers, “W-well, didn’t you see him with Kujikawa-san and Ebihara-san at lunch? They were debating how to split up his night so that both of them could see him. It’s like they’re c-competing, and with two girls like that both doing their best...”
“... It’s over,” the third girl says at length, resigned.
The second girl breaks in with optimism, bubbling about how it’s never too late to sweep someone off his feet, but Yosuke barely hears it. It’s like she’s talking through cotton. He does his best to focus on taking steady steps to the exit, which is harder than he expected. The girls are whispering again, and if it’s about him, for once, he doesn’t care. He can tell when he’s made it outside by the subtle change in lighting, streetlamps washing his shoes in yellow, and the icy wind on his face that feels almost warm in comparison. With his head down, he doesn’t see the person idling on the sidewalk before he ricochets off his chest.
“Yosuke?”
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“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Yosuke offers a little too quickly, and when Souji’s expression doesn’t change, he continues, “Just... you know... no date and all. It’s kinda embarrassing.”
Souji nods, cell phone open in his hand and his thumb poised over the keypad.
“Uh, you... calling someone?”
Souji’s gaze darts from the cell phone screen to Yosuke back to the phone before settling off to one side and on nothing in particular. “Maybe.”
His previous tension suppressed for the moment, Yosuke laughs. “What’s going on? Are you actually nervous about something?”
Souji ducks his head with a faint smile. “Asking someone out is always difficult.”
“I hear ya. But...” It’s a risky subject to bring up, but he is curious, and a guy should be there for his best friend on something like this. “Isn’t it a little late for that? I mean, it’s almost dinnertime. Don’t you already have fifty dates?”
Sighing, Souji shuts his phone. “Date offers are different from dates.”
“That’s true - I guess you should only go out with a girl if you like her too. Wait.” Impossible. “You were... you were going to ask out someone who didn’t ask you? There was a girl who didn’t ask you?!”
Souji’s eyes are bigger than Yosuke’s ever seen them. “It’s not like the whole school asked me.”
“Practically!” Yosuke goes down the mental list, ticking the girls off on his fingers, and with every name, Souji looks a little more exhausted. “I’d kill for chocolates from any one of them,” Yosuke grumbles.
“Valentine’s Day is special.” Yosuke looks at him questioningly, but Souji’s eyes are closed. He’s completely shut off. “It doesn’t matter how many people give you chocolates.”
The red and orange ribbons suddenly feel heavy in Yosuke’s pocket. “What matters is who.”
“Right.”
“And Miss Right is cued up on your phone right now.”
“Not anymore.” Souji waggles the shut phone at him. “My secret’s safe.”
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“Someday.”
“Now.”
“Nope.”
“Later?”
“Maybe.”
“How much later?”
“After dinner.” Souji turns and starts to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “Are you coming?”
Yosuke chokes on nothing but air. “Me?”
“There’s no one else here.”
“Okay, but,” and the heat rising in him is only partially from sprinting to catch up, “what about your phone call?”
Souji pockets his phone and smiles so subtly it might’ve just been a twitch. “It can wait.”
Yosuke doesn’t question him about it as he lets himself be led to the train station, nor does he bring it up on the train or when they’re walking through the city. It takes them arriving at a steakhouse and Souji holding the front door open for him to bring the subject back up again. “So it was Chie.”
Souji lets the door close partway. “Are you trying to say I’m treating you like a girl again? You can hold the door for me if that’ll make us even.”
Yosuke glares at him and strides past into the restaurant. A maitre d’ in long dark pants and an immaculate shirt blinks at him. “Do you...” He pauses, looking the disheveled teenage boy over from scuffed tennis shoes to wind-ruffled and slightly askew hair. “Have reservations?”
“Two for Seta,” Souji says calmly behind him. Another maitre d’ pushes forward, this one a blonde woman with a fresh face who, menus already in arm, beams at them.
“We’ve been expecting you. Right this way.”
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The maitre d’ purses pink lips in a smile of barely suppressed glee. “I love unexpected couples. Escorting businessmen and their arm candy gets old.”
Yosuke can hear Souji’s quiet laughter. He grimaces. “We’re not-”
“Don’t worry,” she cuts him off. They arrive at the booth, and she extends the menus with a flourish and a wink. “My lips are sealed.”
There’s something said about their waitress for tonight (Margaret - Yosuke remembers the name because for some reason that, of all things, made Souji jump) being with them shortly, and then they’re left alone, sequestered in cushy crimson upholstery and flickering candlelight. Resting one arm on the table, Souji asks, “What did you mean?”
“About what?”
“So it was Chie.”
Yosuke hides his face in his menu. “Some girls at school were saying you made reservations at a steakhouse in the city for you and her.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Yosuke peers over the top of the menu to see Souji peering right back. “How do you not hear these things?”
Souji shrugs. “I don’t listen.”
Turning his attention back to the menu, Yosuke swears under his breath. He doesn’t have to look up to know Souji’s waiting for an explanation. “This place is spendy,” he mutters. “No matter what I get, I think I’m gonna have to use my credit card.”
“I got it.”
“W-what?” At least the solitude means he won’t get shot any glares for his outbursts. Yosuke leans forward and lowers his voice. “Okay, don’t get me wrong; I love a free meal as much as the next guy, but like I said, this place is spendy. There’s no way I can let you spend that much on me.”
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“I’m not your date!”
“You’re the one here with me.”
“Oh man,” Yosuke moans, letting his head fall forward and into his open menu. “How can you say stuff like that with a straight face?”
“I’m smiling.” Sure enough, when he looks up, there is a soft, genuine, not-at-all-mocking curve to Souji’s lips. Suddenly, Yosuke understands how all those girls feel when they swoon.
“Y-you know what I mean.”
The smile transforms into a full-blown smirk. “I thought you hated Dojima.”
“Other way around.”
“Won’t it be funny to know he’s paying for you to have a steak dinner?”
With renewed vigor and a feral grin on his face, Yosuke resumes his hunt through the menu. Margaret arrives not too soon after, black clipped hair and cinched black apron shiny in the candles’ glow, and Yosuke orders filet with as much pride as if he’d just dispatched a shadow single-handed. When the waitress turns to Souji, he hands back the menu with a simple, “I’ll have the same.”
Yosuke waits for her to disappear around a corner before he hisses, “What was that?!”
Souji tilts his head and looks at him in utter surprise. “What?”
Gesturing in the direction Margaret went, Yosuke scoffs, “That! You didn’t even look at the menu. I figured you knew what you wanted already!”
“I did.” As if the answer is obvious and Yosuke’s just babbling nonsense.
“You ordered the same thing I did.”
“Yes.”
“That’s what you knew you wanted.”
“Yes.” Yosuke watches him expectantly, and Souji sighs. “When I bring lunches, I pick what you eat. It seemed fair.”
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Then Yosuke takes a shaky drink of water, painfully aware of Souji’s eyes on him (and slightly hopeful at what that might mean). Souji just nods, faintly, and sips from his own glass. There’s a pause for a minute, both still and silent. Yosuke feigns intense interest in the way the candlelight wavers on his knuckles. Finally, Souji says in a tone he probably meant to be blasé, “I didn’t pick this place for Chie.”
“Huh?” Yosuke’s honestly stunned. The steakhouse, the nervousness (since she is a close friend of his), the not spending Valentine’s with Rise-chan or Ai-san even though they’re both incredible Grade-A goods... and just when he thought everything made sense. “Really?”
The way Souji looks at him is foreign and completely unreadable. “There are other people who like steak and would enjoy a trip to the city.”
Screw cautiousness. Yosuke’s ready to play along, and if it blows up in his face, he’ll deal with it then. “It’s funny,” he starts, and even though Souji’s eyebrows aren’t visible, he can tell from the shift around his eyes that they’re raised. “Girls are supposed to give the guys stuff on Valentine’s Day. Paying for dinner like this kinda makes you the girl.”
“That’s okay,” Souji says softly. “I’d rather treat my date as an equal.”
“I know what you mean. I used to think my ideal girl would be someone I could protect. That’s still kinda true, but now I’m thinking it could be good to date someone where I’d be less of a protector and more of a...” Yosuke trails off and waits for Souji to pick it up. If there’s anyone he can count on to not disappoint him, it’s Souji.
He doesn’t fail. “A partner?” Souji’s fingers find Yosuke’s on the booth seat and, after a few testing touches, they intertwine.
Laughing, though whether out of embarrassment, relief, nerves, or some combination of the three he’s not sure, Yosuke covers his face with his free hand. “I’m not your date.” Souji’s hand goes slack and after a moment he tries to draw it back, but Yosuke grips tight. “You never asked me out, dumbass.”
“Yosuke.”
“Yeah?”
“I like you. Will you go out with me?”
With a grin, Yosuke squeezes his hand. “Why not?”
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A throat clears, and Yosuke half-expects to feel Souji start drumming his fingers impatiently. Instead, he follows Souji’s sideways look. Margaret, a large plate balanced on each hand, gives them a tight smile before setting down their dinners and striding away on straight legs. Yosuke hangs his head. “We’re going to have to be more subtle, aren’t we?”
“Yes.” Lifting Yosuke’s chin with his free hand, Souji presses a quick kiss to his lips. Before this, Yosuke knew what kisses felt like. He’s not completely inexperienced. Still, he’s not prepared for the very literal tingling that brief touch leaves him with. For his part, Souji looks a bit breathless, but he pulls himself together and finishes, “After tonight, we’ll be more subtle. After tonight.”
Reluctantly, they separate their hands, but Yosuke scoots closer in exchange. The steak, delicious as it is, is much bigger than Yosuke would like. He wishes it would just disappear. There are more important things than eating.
Judging from the way Souji’s pushing his steak around his plate, he’s thinking the same way. He gives up entirely, setting his fork down and leaning just enough to bring their shoulders into contact. “Did you like your chocolates?”
Yosuke sets his fork down too. Maybe they can just take the food home. “I thought they were from you.”
“That good?”
“The strawberry filling,” Yosuke chuckles. “I think you’re the only one who knows me well enough to know my tastes and can make food that’s not deadly.”
Their hands meet again, and Souji sighs. “I tried to be subtle.”
“Yeah, the handwriting. I noticed.”
“There’s more of them.”
Yosuke glances at him, intrigued. “More?”
“I made a ton of those chocolates. The rest are back at my house.”
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“Tried to be subtle. Past tense.” Souji smiles. It’s halfway between innocent and laced. “I promise my intentions are good. Besides, Nanako’s home. I think she even has some chocolates for you.”
Yosuke shoves Souji out of the booth. “What are you waiting for?! Go find Margaret so we can pay and get out of here!”
“Should I be worried that you want a girl’s chocolates so much?”
“I like you.” His cheeks must be bright red, but Yosuke really doesn’t care. Besides, Souji’s are too.
When they get to Souji’s house, Nanako’s waiting for them, wrapped and beribboned box in hand. She stays up with them as long as Dojima will let her, gleefully trouncing Yosuke at answering quiz show questions, and after she’s tucked in and wished pleasant dreams three times in turn, Dojima tells them with an edge of suspicion, “Don’t be stupid,” before he goes to bed as well.
Nothing much happens that night. There are some more kisses, a few of which will fuel Yosuke’s fantasies for a long time afterwards (maybe even forever), and when they curl up on the futon together, they don’t lay back to back.
Oh, and just so you know? The filet tastes even better in their shared lunch the next day.
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“Inviting me back on the first date? I thought you were trying to be subtle.”
“Tried to be subtle. Past tense.” Souji smiles. It’s halfway between innocent and laced. “I promise my intentions are good. Besides, Nanako’s home. I think she even has some chocolates for you.”
Yosuke shoves Souji out of the booth. “What are you waiting for?! Go find Margaret so we can pay and get out of here!”
“Should I be worried that you want a girl’s chocolates so much?”
“I like you.” His cheeks must be bright red, but Yosuke really doesn’t care. Besides, Souji’s are too.
When they get to Souji’s house, Nanako’s waiting for them, wrapped and beribboned box in hand. She stays up with them as long as Dojima will let her, gleefully trouncing Yosuke at answering quiz show questions, and after she’s tucked in and wished pleasant dreams three times in turn, Dojima tells them with an edge of suspicion, “Don’t be stupid,” before he goes to bed as well.
Nothing much happens that night, but what does is precious. There are some more kisses, a few of which will fuel Yosuke’s fantasies for a long time afterwards (maybe even forever), and when they curl up on the futon together, they don’t lay back to back. There’s no need to rush, Yosuke reminds himself over and over as, with an arm over Souji’s waist, he drifts off to sleep. Really, he doesn’t want to rush. This is his relationship with Souji we’re talking about here. If there’s anything worth doing right, it’s this.
Oh, and just so you know? The filet tastes even better in their shared lunch the next day.
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best valentine present ever *__*
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