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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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Then there was school. Some creepy bastard was getting close to her at lunch - Kanji would’ve shot him a look that sent him scurrying for the hills if not for Rise’s hand on his arm, murmuring that an idol had to be kind to her fans, no matter how weird they were - and the boy found himself seething about it. All these guys, askin’ her out, being creepy. One lunchtime without that crap was all he-
“Yaaaaaaiiigh!”
Kanji spun around to see Rise’s fingers tightly pressing on the boy’s shoulderblades as he kneeled on the floor, screaming in pain. His scowl split into a grin, then a guffaw as Rise looked up at him. Damn. Looks like she had taken those lessons about pressure points seriously after all. Rise gave an airy shrug, releasing the boy, who ran from the room like his ass was on fire.
“That’s what he gets for asking me for a pair of my underwear.” Rise commented as she sat back down at her desk. “So, what’s for lunch, Kanji-kun?”
And there’s another point to add to the ever-growing list of Things Kanji Is: a punk, a student, a Persona-user, an Investigation Team member, Rise’s bodyguard, Rise’s tailor, and Rise’s friggin’ cook. He’ll never admit it since he doesn’t want his ass kicked by a girl - and sure, she cooks better than Chie and Yukiko-senpais - but Rise really can’t cook for crap. Kanji figured it was being an idol for so many years, never having to learn, but the way she make ramen too spicy for him to eat…yeah. He prefers it when she relaxes at the Tatsumi dining table, head peeking up from above crossed arms, watching him cook as she hums under her breath.
She can shut up about the friggin’ apron, though. It was his first embroidery job, damnit, it’s supposed to be bad!
Kanji’s confused when she pulls him away in the last ten minutes of lunch, finding a dark corner of the empty sewing room for them to make out. She’s warm, and soft, and surprisingly-except-not-really forceful. He’s still not sure whether they’re going out or she just likes screwing with his head.
More classes. They walk home from school together, Souji on Rise’s other side, the girl flirting with both of them equally. They part ways with Souji as they reach the end of the Samegawa; Rise doesn’t say anything for awhile, Kanji lifting her over a fence - the hem of her skirt’s fraying, he’s gonna have to fix that later - as they cut across back ways that Kanji introduced her to. He walks her to her door, ready to say goodbye before she grabs his wrist, eyes sparkling.
“Hey, go get dressed up! We’re having dinner tonight.”
He’d protest - not ‘are you busy?’ or ‘would you like to?’, just a command like that - but instead he nods, mutters something about not having anything fancy to wear. Rise grins and mentions a red dress she hasn’t worn for ages.
“Wait, the V-cut one?” Kanji sputters. “Hell no, you ain’t wearing that! There’s still a huge rip in the side!”
Rise protests, but Kanji isn’t having any of it. She’ll bring it over to his place, he says, and he’ll fix it up while she gets ready, if she really has to wear it. Rise laughs, but agrees, disappearing inside to inform her grandmother of the change of plans and grab the fresh clothing. Kanji doesn’t question why she brings a fresh blouse and pants as well; some chick thing, probably. Hell if he knows.
Kanji tries not to think about it as the shower runs a few rooms away, bringing the needle up and over again and again, the small tear rapidly disappearing under his skilled sewing. Tailor to Rise, bodyguard to Rise, cook to Rise…hell, he may as well be getting paid for all the shit he does! Sure, it ain’t like he minds, but a man’s gotta demand retribution for his services, damnit!
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Kanji groans, focuses on his work. Do it yourself, damnit.
“Kanji!”
Kanji jolts, sticking his thumb with the needle. He curses under his breath as he lays the dress aside, strolling down the hallways, sucking at the bead of blood.
“What? I’m tryin’ to fix your--”
His train of thought promptly crashes as he sees Rise peeking her head out of the bathroom door, her usual pigtails flattened down to a wet mess of red, forming a heavy fringe over Rise’s eyes. She’s looking up at him with a mischievous expression, and he suddenly finds that he can’t move, unable to do anything other than stare at her still-damp body, the curve of her shoulder glistening wet from where she’s holding onto the door.
“You’re out of towels, Kanji.”
“Oh? Uh, mrshh.” Kanji attempts. He takes his thumb out of his mouth and tries again. “M-my bad. I’ll go grab one for ya.”
Rise reaches out, grabs his wrist as he goes past. Kanji stops, a jolt of misplaced fear going through him as she keeps staring up at him, just covering herself with the door. He attempts words a few times, causing the girl to giggle.
“We can go to dinner anytime, Kanji-kun.” she stage-whispers. “Why don’t you come and dry me off first?”
“I-I thought you said there weren’t…”
“I lied.” she whisper-giggles, putting on a mock sultry voice. “I’m a bad girl, Kanji…”
Kanji glances down the hallway, up the hallway. He raises one hand to block the blood trickling from his nose as he hurries inside the bathroom, locking the door behind him. There’s more steam for awhile, and a lot of giggles, and Kanji’ll never be able to look at the toilet again without seeing Rise’s head bobbing, up and down, at his lap.
They decide to make a dinner of pudding cups and animal crackers. It’s Sunday tomorrow, after all.
They watch bad movies on the couch together that night, Kanji half-laying on the couch, Rise curled up against him in that extra blouse and skirt she’d brought over. Kanji briefly thinks that Chie-senpai wasn’t kidding; Rise really is dangerous. Pretty damn sure she doesn’t need a bodyguard, anyway. Which makes him…
“Hey, Kanji…?”
“H-huh? Uh, yeah?”
“…m’sorry I just kinda jumped on you before.”
Kanji blinks down at her, hand briefly stilling from stroking through her long, red hair. He’s glad she isn’t any lower, unable to feel just what thinking about that does to him. He manages a nervous laugh, hand trailing down to rub her shoulder.
“It’s fine. Ain’t like I can complain, yeah?”
She gives a tired giggle, shifting against him, eyes still closed. “Yeah. Thanks, Kanji.”
Thanks? …oh, yeah. Ain’t like he can look at the wall of the shower the same way, either; Rise, splayed up against it, Kanji on his knees in front of her, not knowing what the hell he was doing but judging by the sounds he was making, he was doing something right…
Kanji shakes his head. Back on target, man. He looks down at her, feet wiggling against the cushions, soft and sure against him.
“You wanna take my futon, Rise? S’getting pretty late, and I’m sure your grandma doesn’t want you walkin’ home this late…”
A murmured sound of ‘no’, Rise snuggling further into him. She tugs at his arm, brings it around her in an embrace, sighing happily as she falls back into that half-asleep daze, the TV playing on in front of them. Good thing it’s not raining, Kanji thinks, or there’s no way they’d be this relaxed.
Kanji wakes up the next morning to his mother turning off the TV, Rise drooling gently onto his shirt. She gives him a beatific smile, reaching down to brush the girl’s hair out of her face; Rise makes a tiny noise and shifts in her sleep, closer to Kanji.
“She’s a very special girl, Kanji.” his mother says.
“Yeah.” Kanji says.
They spend the rest of the day together, on the couch.
...mostly.
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