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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... )
They clambered up the stairs to Yosuke’s room together, Yosuke rattling off every little thing Teddie had done to piss him off that day, and without missing a beat, he loaded up the DVD and flopped down beside Souji on the couch. Snagging a handful of Tater Longs from the bag tilted his way, Yosuke crossed his arms behind his head, leaned back, and-
“So what are we watching?”
“WE aren’t watching anything, Teddie,” Yosuke groaned. “Souji and I are watching a movie.”
“Sensei?” Teddie asked quietly, his mouth twisting into a pout. “Can I please hang out with you?”
Souji gave Yosuke a half-smile before nodding. “Fine,” Yosuke muttered, picking up the remote and hitting play. “But don’t talk through the whole thing, and you have to sit on the floor.”
“Thank you, sensei!” Teddie beamed and, after stealing a snack from the bag, settled down cross-legged in front of them. Yosuke took the opportunity to kick him in the back.
“Ow!”
“Shhh, movie’s starting.”
It was a good movie, definitely better than the one Yosuke had borrowed from Chie before, and he was glad that even though she’d never loan him another thing for the rest of his life, he still had the chance to see her collection. This one was particularly fast-paced - a real actionfest, super intense. So intense, in fact, that he barely took notice when Souji stretched one arm along the back of the couch behind him. It wasn’t until they were halfway through the Tater Longs and the battles had given way to a few scenes of dialogue-heavy plot that Souji finally moved again. His arm dropped down just enough to rest lightly over Yosuke’s shoulders.
For the first time since the movie started, Yosuke tore his gaze away from the screen and peered over at him curiously. He must’ve slipped, right? Didn’t he notice? How could he not feel what he was doing? “Dude,” he whispered, watching to make sure he didn’t draw Teddie’s attention, “you’re doing it again.” Souji blinked at him, and Yosuke winced. “You’re treating me like a girl.”
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With his hand clenched tight in a fist, Yosuke put his arm around Souji. It felt as good as he’d hoped it would. It felt even better when Souji wiggled closer and laid his head on Yosuke’s shoulder, but Yosuke tried not to think too much about that. He was cold and the heat was nice, that’s all. Really.
It was lucky that he remembered to pull away before the movie was over and Teddie started excitedly asking what their favorite parts were. Teddie never would’ve shut up about it.
Thinking about it, he realizes there were plenty of clues on this actual day as well. It isn’t that a few days ago Souji had agreed to help him out at Junes and that he’d spent every day after that following whenever he got the chance and helping with whatever boring chore Yosuke happened to be stuck with. It’s tempting to zero in on the fact that when they’d finished up for the day and Yosuke asked if he’d like to go get Topsicles and eat them at that fence where they could look down on Inaba, Souji had not only agreed without hesitation, but had also been willing to ride on Yosuke’s bike with him both to the store and up the hill. Yosuke doesn’t really count that as a clue either, though, because that’s pretty standard for them. Now that he thinks about THAT, that’s kind of a clue on its own. But anyway, the thing he noticed today specifically was that during the bike ride, Souji had leaned back to rest against him. And damnit, Yosuke had returned the gesture. And then he crashed, and he scraped open that spot on his elbow again, but at least Souji wasn’t hurt.
They did make it up the hill eventually. When they climbed up to sit on the rickety wood fence, Yosuke didn’t even get any splinters, and to his surprise, the Topsicles came out of their wrappers still icy. Nibbling tentatively at his (it’d be just his luck to take a bite and end up with crippling brain freeze), he asked, “You were helping that small girl from 2-1 pretty much all day, weren’t you? What’d she want?”
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Yosuke nearly lost his balance. “One hun- why the hell would she need so many steaks?!”
“She’s throwing a party.”
“And we’re not even invited. Figures.”
Yosuke bit into his Topsicle, and when the pain (brain freeze, he knew it!) subsided, he said, “Did we even have a hundred steaks?”
Souji took a lick and shook his head.
“Man. All that, and you didn’t even make the sale.”
“I should’ve sent her to Aiya,” Souji said, lost in thought. “They must have some sort of meat generator there.”
Laughing, Yosuke transferred his Topsicle to his other hand and plunked the frigid one down on the fence. Or not. More like onto Souji’s hand, which was on the fence. “Oh, sorry,” he blurted, pulling back like he’d been burned. “I didn’t notice-“
Then Souji kissed him.
And that’s his story. That’s where he is now, with Souji’s lips, damp with Topsicle juice, cold and sweet, chastely pressing against his and remembering in a rush all the little hints he should’ve picked up on. He really shouldn’t be so shocked. He is, though, and with neither of his hands on the fence to steady him, he does lose his balance this time, twisting as he topples over and faceplanting on the ground. When he pushes himself up, shaking the grass out of his hair, Souji’s holding a hand out to him and smiling... hopefully? Maybe. Whatever it is, it’s cute. Yosuke lets Souji pull him to his feet.
“So.” Yosuke rubs the back of his head with his free hand sheepishly. “I... uh...”
“You split your lip,” Souji says softly. Their hands are still linked, and Souji rubs his fingers over Yosuke’s knuckles.
Yosuke has another one of those moments where he’s not sure what he should do to get the result he wants, but the answer occurs to him a lot quicker this time. “Oh. Um. Could you... kiss it better?”
Yosuke’s pleasantly surprised to find out that it works - it does take the pain anyway. Does more than that, even. He thinks he’s never felt better.
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