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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... )
“Figures.”
“If only you had let Teddie assist in making you pretty too, you might have not come in dead last, Yosuke.”
“I didn’t come in dead last.”
“Sensei said you did.”
“Well Sensei has got his facts wrong.”
“HUH? How dare you suggest that Sensei would lie to me about something so important! Sensei would never do a thing like that. You are just jealous because Yuki-chan had more experience of applying makeup than Chie-chan did.”
“And both of them have less experience than you… apparently. It’s not cool, man. Not cool at all.”
“Why?”
Yosuke took a deep breath and closed his eyes, counting to ten before attempting to reply. He had the feeling that if he didn’t, he would find himself strangling the annoying bear. “Ted, you know there are certain things that I told you that you don’t do if you are a guy - a guy that wants to “score” with hot chicks?” Teddie nodded excitedly, Yosuke only sighed and rolled his eyes, “this is definitely one of them, okay.”
Teddie pondered this mystery for a while before nodding and smiling, “Okay. Teddie promises not to wear makeup or a dress when he wants to score with Rise-chan, Chie-chan, Naoto-chan or Yuki-chan.”
“I think you’ve completely missed the point.”
“I have not. I made a promise!” He leaned forward and sparkled just for the hell of it, “so will you play with me, Yosukeeee?”
“NO.”
“But you said…”
“I said nothing. In fact, I said I wanted to study and you are interrupting me!”
“But Yosuke…”
“GET OUT!” Yosuke flailed his arms and glared, and finally defeated, Teddie pouted and wandered away from the desk. He helped himself to some manga off Yosuke’s book shelf and occupied himself with trying to read it (human writing was still largely a mystery to him but he definitely enjoyed the pictures of ‘hot chicks’). He didn’t actually leave the room though, taking up residence sprawled on Yosuke’s futon instead.
Yosuke didn’t seem to notice. He had his headphones back on: the volume turned up to loud and was glaring at the page before him, muttering darkly about ‘stupid maths equations not making any sense. And who the hell used algebra in real life anyway? Percentages he could understand being useful. Basic multiplication, addition and division. Even fractions to a certain extent. But frigging algebra? He’d never use it again after leaving school. It must be some teacher-devised weapon of torture.’ Teddie watched him out of the corner of his eye, noting how he was getting more and more aggravated.
He waited until Yosuke growled in frustration and buried his head in his hands before slipping off the futon and creeping forwards. “It doesn’t make any sense,” whined Yosuke, his fingers yanking on the ends of his hair distractedly, “how the hell does ‘A’ minus twenty equal the square root of ‘C’ plus ‘B’ multiplied by 6? Oh sure, it’s simple, Hanamura: ‘A’ equals god knows what! ‘B’ is who gives a crap about algebra anyway. ‘C’ equals I. Am. Fucking. Screwed.”
It was at this moment that Teddie drew his mobile phone from his pocket and dialled Souji’s number. Yosuke was glaring rather wildly at the maths homework before him, still conversing with himself, prodding the page occasionally with a pencil but Teddie spoke quietly just in case.
Souji always answered his phone after two rings.
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"Teddie? Is that you? What’s the matter?”
“Sensei. I think Yosuke is having a bear-akedown.” Whispered Teddie, grinning at his own jokes.
“A breakdown?” Souji sounded a little concerned by this announcement but not nearly enough by Teddie’s reckoning. “Should I be worried?”
“Teddie thinks it hurts Yosuke’s brain when he studies. He is trying to rip his hair out.”
“Oh…well that sound ominous.”
“What’s omeeenuss?”
“Uh, it means ‘not good’.”
“Oh…” Teddie glanced over at Yosuke and reported to Souji, “It’s all omeeenus, Sensei, oooo, Yosuke-kun’s stabbing his homework with a pencil.”
“…” there was a slight choking noise emanating from Souji’s phone but he didn’t say anything for a moment, and then, “Do you want me to come around?”
“Sensei! Oh that would make me bear-y happy. Oh and Yosuke will be too. Then he can copy your homework and he’ll get really good marks again and then Papa-Hana-san will be all happy again and we can go out for a trip to the funfair and Teddie will get to ride on that ride that made his stomach all fuzzy and can eat all of Yosuke’s ‘Candied Floss’ when he isn’t looking.”
“I…see…” Souji seemed to be choking again but he managed to explain that he and Nanako had just been to Junes and were going home to put the shopping away, have lunch and after that he would come as soon as he could.
“Nana-chan’s in today? Ooooo, Sensei, you should bring Nana-chan with you too? I’m sure it would make Yosuke bear-y happy to see her too. She can play with Teddie whilst you make Yosuke all smiley again.”
“Er…sure…”
Teddie sparkled to himself as Souji hung up. Having Sensei around always cheered Yosuke up, and if he was feeling more cheery then perhaps he would play with him after all. Teddie was just thinking about this when Yosuke stood up, swept his papers off the desk in one furious motion and let out a loud, anguished wail. He snatched his headphones from his ears and flung them onto his futon.
“Teddie?” he looked rather wild-eyed and was panting slightly.
“Y-yes, Yosuke-san?” Teddie knew when he was in danger…
“I don’t care what the fuck-er, I mean-the hell we do but I cannot take homework anymore. I have to do something before I die!” Yosuke blinked and took a deep breath, “I. Don’t. Care.” He snarled, through gritted teeth, “makeovers, dressing up, whatever - do what the hell you like. I just can’t take another equation. I think my brain has imploded.”
For a moment the world stilled. Then Teddie smirked, “Hmmm...so Yo-chan will play dress-up with Teddie?”
It took some effort for Yosuke to keep his temper at this point; he took another shuddering breath and made a visible effort at curbing his temper. “I’ve a-already said I will, jerk. And don’t call me ‘chan’. I am not your f-friend and I am not a girl!” He slammed himself back down on to his chair and glowered at Teddie, “and I swear if you ever, EVER tell anybody about this I’ll take that bear suit of yours and shove it up a place where the sun don’t shine.”
“You’re going to put my bear hide into a cave?”
Yosuke groaned loudly and slammed his head against his desk.
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“Hmm, now open your eyes, let me see…hmmm, what colour should I apply…”
Yosuke glared at him and closed his eyes again very deliberately. Teddie slapped him on the arm and reprimanded him “Yosukeeeeee, I can’t make you bear-utiful if I don’t know what colour to use.”
“Geez, you’re really getting into this, aren’t you? Dumbass.” Muttered Yosuke, but he opened his eyes anyway, just so that he could show Teddie how angry he was. Teddie just smiled at him and announced that glittery violet would be just perfect.
“V-violet…? Ack, forget it. I don’t want to know.”
“Good, now keep still Yosuke-kun. This bit is tricky.”
By the time Teddie was finished, Yosuke had decided that his brain had definitely abandoned him for the day (probably in protest at being forced to do maths when Souji wasn’t around to help him). That was the only logical explanation he could think of when he realised that he was actually quite relaxed. Not that he would ever admit it, but he’d actually kind of liked the feel of the soft brushes tickling his skin. And Teddie was enjoying himself so much it was hard to stay mad at him, apart from when he had accidentally poked Yosuke’s eye with the mascara brush. Then he had been furious. He had punched Teddie and had run off to the bathroom, howling. His eyes stung and the makeup had taken ages to wash off. He hadn’t dared look in the mirror.
But he had come back to the bedroom and had accepted Teddies sobbing apology after a few minutes and had sat back down in the chair obediently, allowing Teddie to continue. He’d never admit to it either but he liked to see Teddie happy, and if that meant he had to have a girly makeover, he could deal with it. Besides, it was nice to be the centre of attention for once, and so long as nobody ever knew about it and so long as it kept him away from his maths homework, it was all okay.
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“Now what are you doing?” he murmured.
“Teddie found these amazing things called ‘eckstenshons’ you clip them in for extra hair length.”
“They’re not made of Teddie fur, are they?”
“Nope, they’re one hundred percent girl hair. Rise-chan told me all about them.”
“That’s gross.” Murmured Yosuke. He could feel the weight of the clip in hair tugging on his head, it felt weird but not completely bad.
“Teddie got short ones to suit Yosuke,” he explained, as he twisted another section of Yosuke’s hair and pinned it into place, “they’re bear-own too.”
“Eh?”
“Bear-ownnn…Yosukeeee…they match your hair.”
“Oh.” Yosuke closed his eyes again and bit back a sigh. It was hard not to let his mind wander onto thoughts of why on earth Teddie was so into the whole idea of making him over. ‘What the hell was up with the idiot anyway?’ he wondered, ‘and why the hell has he bought hair-extensions to match my hair colour?’ It didn’t make any sense. Yosuke resolved to give Teddie more shifts at Junes - clearly he was watching too much daytime TV.
“Now we just need to put Yosuke in Teddie’s dress and he will be all pretty. And then we can play.”
“I didn’t agree to wearing a dress!”
“Well you’ll just look stupid if you wear your usual clothes after Teddie’s finished with you.”
“I’ll look stupid regardless.”
“No you won’t. You’ll look pretty. Now stop arguing Yosuke-chan.” Snapped Teddie.
“Ugh, fine, do you worst.”
“YOSUKE!” He gasped, “You’re so cruel. I’m making you look so pretty and all you can do is complain. You’re ungrateful.” Teddie pouted at Yosuke and then giggled. “Oooo, the excitement is un-bear-able. How will Yosuke look in Teddie’s dress? Will the makeup hold up for the big reveal?”
“Dude, you watch way too much TV.” Snorted Yosuke, “You have no idea how wrong that all sounded.”
Despite his annoyance, he allowed Teddie to manoeuvre him into a standing position. He was quite a lot taller than Teddie in human form but was just as slim so he guessed that whatever he was going to be dressed in wouldn’t look too ridiculous. Well not too ridiculous for a straight guy dressing in women’s clothing. At least nobody else would ever, ever see this. Which reminded him - where was Teddie’s phone? He’d seen Chie teaching him how to take photographs the other day and knew if she ever got her mitts on evidence of this, he would never live it down.
He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or even more freaked out to find that the dress Teddie had had Kanji make up was a simple, subdued affair made of soft wool. It was a black jersey dress with a loose scooped collar and A-line skirt. On Teddie the skirt would have fallen to well below his knees. On Yosuke, it rode slightly up his thighs. He gave it a suspicious look, remembering the matching hair extensions but allowed Teddie to pull the offending item carefully over his head. It fit snugly and was pleasantly warm for a January morning. Teddie fastened a sparkly silver belt around his waist and flicked some imaginary dust of the shoulders of the dress and nodded.
“Ooooh, Yosuke. You look Teddie-rific!” exclaimed Teddie, as he stood back to admire his handiwork. Much to his horror, Yosuke felt a little ball of pleasant embarrassment flutter through him at the praise. God, if he was this easily pleased by a stupid compliment, he really was pathetic! Teddie looked him up and down and then frowned horribly.
“W-what is it?” stammered Yosuke.
“Yo-Yo-Yosuke! Your legs!” Snarled Teddie, “They’re all furry!”
“Well, duh! I’m a dude. Dudes have hairy legs, you idiot.”
“Not when they’re wearing a dress.” Decided Teddie, with a determined look. “Hmmm, looks like Teddie is going to have to deal with this prob-bear-lem himself. Now where does Mama-Hana-san keep the leg wax…?”
“W-WAX? WHAT? Oh crap! N-not a chance…” gasped Yosuke but it was too late.
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I hope this is okay, Anon!
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P.S. I missed your question earlier (sorry), but inclusion of Nanako is A-OK! Playing house sounds like it could be a lot of fun... And, of course, S/Y smut of any strength is welcomed.
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I'll admit not a huge Nanako fan (*gasp*) but for the purpose of the story, I think she works kinda well so glad you don't mind me including her. Anyway, we'll see. Just tidying up (and smutting up) the ending a bit more and then I'll post it.
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captcha..electronic uglies, what?
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my capcha says pling queal??? WTF is that???
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unfortunately, my writing skills don't always match my ideals!
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It had taken Souji a little longer than he had anticipated but finally he was here. He knocked on the door of Yosuke’s house and stood back politely. Nanako gripped his hand and grinned up at him. “I wonder what Teddie wants to play?” she asked.
“I haven’t a clue.” The next moment there was a loud scream emanating from inside the house that made the pair of them jump.
“Big-bro…what was that?” asked Nanako, fearfully.
“Probably Yosuke getting angry with his homework.” Souji strived to keep his voice calm and reassuring but he couldn’t help himself from glancing back at the door. ‘C’mon, Yosuke, open up…” He murmured. He knocked on the door again.
From inside the house there was the sound of a scuffle and then a hushed argument. Then Souji heard Yosuke swear. Suddenly the door was opened a fraction and Teddie peeped around the opening. “Sensei?” he seemed surprised to see them standing there and was reluctant to open the door.
“What’s going on, Teddie? We heard screaming.” Announced Souji, in his best leader tone, and as he spoke he pushed the door open. Without waiting for an answer, he entered the hall, gently pushing Teddie to one side and looked around. “Where’s Yosuke?”
Teddie looked down at his feet and grimaced. It was not like him to be so evasive, thought Souji, frowning. Something was going on…
Souji caught the slight movement from the kitchen at the back of the house. He helped Nanako remove her shoes, keeping an eye on the doorway, frowning slightly. He turned back to Teddie, “Where is he?”
“Er…” Teddie’s mouth twisted into a slight grimace and he twisted his hands together awkwardly and whispered, “It’s not my fault, Sensei!”
“It is your fault, you dumb bear!” screamed Yosuke from the kitchen.
“Yosuke?” called Souji. He hadn’t liked the panicked note in his friend’s voice and that scream from earlier had been the stuff of nightmares.
“No!” came the harsh retort.
Souji smiled reassuringly at Nanako, who was looking more worried than ever. “Teddie, take Nanako to watch TV for a second, I’ll get us some drinks.” He emphasised his cousin’s name as a kind of warning for Yosuke not to use any more profanities or say anything that could otherwise pollute her innocent mind.
“Okay, Sensei.” Teddie had miraculously recovered his usual insouciance as he took Nanako’s hand and took her in to the sitting room, chatting about their favourite cartoons.
Souji waited until they were out of the way before marching into the kitchen. He pushed the door open firmly and was met by a rather odd sight. The blinds were all closed and the lights were off casting the room into a mild gloom. There was no sign of Yosuke. Souji’s frown deepened.
“Yosuke? You in here?”
“No. Now go away.”
Souji grinned at Yosuke’s irritated tone, “Not a chance, Partner!” he chimed back, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to distinguish where the muffled voice was coming from.
“Geez, Souji. Just g-go away, will ya?”
“Nope. I’m worried about you. I heard you screaming.”
“Stupid dumb bear…will kill him…”
Souji heard the mutter and inched closed to the tall closet in the corner of the kitchen. Yosuke’s voice was loud at the best of times, but when he was flustered its volume could almost shatter glass. If he pressed an ear against the door of the cupboard, he could hear Yosuke muttering to himself. An involuntary smile passed across Souji’s mouth and he counted to three as he steeled himself to open the door.
“Hah! Found yo-” Souji’s voice faltered as he flung the door open and his eyes widened. Whatever he had been expecting it had certainly not been this.
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“D-Dude…just…g-go…,” stammered Yosuke, eventually managing to overcome his mortification enough to speak.
Souji blinked as he felt a strange kind of heat suddenly building up inside of him. It seemed to spread from his chest, up to his face and then all of a sudden it seemed to pour into a nice waxy, molten bubble in his stomach. “Yosuke…? W-wha…?” he was surprised at how odd his voice sounded to his own ears. Clearly Yosuke was surprised too for he glanced back up at him and all at once Souji felt the heat in his stomach throbbing through his whole body.
“D-don’t ask, man. Please.”
Souji couldn’t look away. He was aware that his mouth was hanging open and that his eyes were wide but he couldn't move. His eyes wandered of their own accord back to Yosuke’s pink panties and then snapped back to his face. Yosuke looking so humiliated really didn’t do anything to resolve the bubble of…something…that he was becoming increasingly and embarrassingly aware of. “Um…” he managed and then his voice faltered and he resuming his bemused staring at his friend.
Yosuke had closed his eyes and had bowed his head again, chewing his bottom lip, and there was an uncomfortably long silence between them. Realising that he had been zoned out for a few beats too many Souji forced himself to step back. Yosuke glanced up at the motion, face flushed and eyes pleading and suddenly Souji felt his body lurch forward instinctively to clutch at his arm. He hoped he was intending to help him to his feet and for a moment he almost believed he was and then he realised that at this angle his face was dangerously close to Yosuke’s and Yosuke was looking really hot and that made all kinds of unusual feelings dart through his body. He felt himself leaning down. Yosuke’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed but he wasn’t pulling away and then…
“Sensei! Where are our drinks? Oooo…are you trying to score with Yosuke?”
Souji jumped and stood up, dropping Yosuke’s arm like a hot coal, he didn’t miss Yosuke’s quiet sigh (of relief, no doubt) as he swung around to meet the curious gazes of both Teddie and Nanako. He blinked again and took a steadying breath. Whatever he was feeling on the inside, it was a golden rule of his to never show it on the outside. Thus he was able to show a calm, perfectly composed face, and if his voice betrayed him slightly, he was confident they would not notice. “N-not at all.” he said, politely.
“Why is Yosuke-nii hiding in the cupboard?” asked Nanako, gazing with unabashed curiosity at Yosuke, “are you playing hide-and-seek? And what is scoring, Teddie?”
“I’m not hiding! And w-why are you all in h-here?” Yosuke shouted from his corner. The question was irrelevant and was subsequently ignored.
“Scoring is…um…Teddie doesn’t really know the full details. Its like smooching, I think…Sensei can tell us!” said Teddie, glibly.
“No, he cannot.” said Souji, hastily.
“Ohhhh…so it’s a mummy and daddy thing?” Nanako had a knowing look on her face.
“I…I…uh…” Souji stared at her helplessly. So he had been a bit of a mentor to Nanako since moving to Inaba, and she treated him like an older brother and sometimes he even felt a bit like a father figure to her, but this was one explanation he was definitely leaving to Uncle Dojima.
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“Oh, I see now. Scoring is like when Mama-Hana-san and Papa-Hana-san go to their room for some alone time…” piped up Teddie.
“TEDDIE! We do not need to hear that!” exclaimed Yosuke, as he sprang suddenly from his hiding place and grabbed Teddie in one swift motion. He slapped his hand across Teddie’s mouth and glared at him, “this is one of the things we don’t talk about. EVER. Remember?” he shot an apologetic look at Souji and turned back to Teddie, and added in a furious undertone, “Especially when Nanako is around!”
“Oooooooooo….” Teddie was enlightened. He sparkled unapologetically at Yosuke, “Like those magazines with the hot clotheless chicks that you…”
“SHUT UP! DUMBAA-I mean - bear…” Yosuke clamped his hand tightly over Teddie’s mouth again and shot a second apologetic look at Souji. It was perhaps fortunate that he was so furious with Teddie and his uncontrollable tongue otherwise he would probably have noticed that whilst Nanako was staring at him with wonder writ right across her face Souji’s whole attention was devoted to marvelling at his long legs, admiring how stroke-ably smooth they looked. Yosuke turned back to Teddie and whispered something in his ear. It was obviously unpleasant for the boy looked abashed for almost ten seconds.
“Yosuke-nii…you look like a…a Rise…” sighed Nanako, after a long pause. That got Yosuke’s attention. He shot upright and turned his puzzled (or was that incredulous) gaze on to her.
“I told you, you looked pretty, Yosuke!” giggled Teddie, wiggling away from his loosened grasp. “Don’t you think so, Sensei?”
Souji gulped and dragged his eyes away from Yosuke’s legs and slowly followed the line of the fitted dress up to Yosuke’s neck and finally his face. He couldn’t quite meet his eyes.
“Don’t bring h-him into this!” stammered Yosuke, his cheeks flaring bright red again.
Souji met his eyes and smiled. “He looks hot.” Yosuke’s eyes widened at this pronouncement and he turned away, groaning. It was probably for the best. Yosuke could read Souji pretty well, even when he was trying to disguise his emotions, and he wouldn’t have missed the look that flashed up on Souji’s face then. He really hadn’t meant to say that. Sure he’d thought it…but to think it aloud. This wasn’t good.
The deep, throbbing kind of warmth in the pit of his stomach told him otherwise but Souji chose to ignore that for now. Instead he allowed his eyes to return to their scrutiny of his friend’s back. Really, of all the times to be turned on, this was probably the worst, he decided, as his eyes quite of their own accord wandered back down his friend’s body and came to rest on his ass and he felt his own cheeks redden.
He realised Nanako was talking again and he made a heroic effort to focus his attention on her instead.
“…you did, Teddie-chan? Oh, I’m so glad you like it!”
“Uh-huh. Nana-chan’s present is the best!”
Souji looked from one to the other and then back at Yosuke. Perhaps that wasn’t such a great idea. Yosuke had possibly decided to make the best of a bad situation and was reaching up to a high shelf, pulling down some glasses for drinks and his dress was riding higher and higher up his thighs.
“So…um…w-what do you want, P-Partner?” he asked.
’You!’ Souji’s mind prompted immediately, but he was able to quell this thought before it left his mouth. “Water is fine, thank you.” Well that was better, his voice sounded almost normal then.
“Big-bro?” Nanako was watching him, frowning slightly. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.”
“I’m fine, Nana-chan.” He replied, smiling at her. He saw Yosuke stiffen out of the corner of his eye. “I was just wondering why Yosuke was dressed as a girl today?”
“Please, p-please don’t ask that!” Stammered Yosuke, almost dropping the glass he was handing to Souji.
“Fine, I won’t ask. But that’ll only make me more curious you know.” Souji raised an eyebrow at his friend (not that he would see given that most of Souji’s forehead was hidden by his haircut but he knew Yosuke would get the idea). Finally his inner equilibrium was kicking back in, seeing his friend so off kilter was helping him recover somewhat.
Yosuke blushed and then glared at him. “S-shut up!”
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“It’s alright, Nanako. We’re just teasing.” said Souji, smiling.
“Um…okay…” she nodded, and suddenly smiled back, “Oh…I see, were Teddie and Yosuke-nii playing?”
Yosuke met Souji’s eyes very briefly and clearly understood the message he was conveying. It was good they understood each other so effortlessly. Although Souji wasn’t entirely sure if it would be a good thing if Yosuke could read precisely what he was thinking at that moment - his friend had a history of freaking out over things thought were even remotely gay. Somehow Souji could picture Yosuke discovering that his best friend had suddenly developed an acute desire to jump him would go right to the top of the list of ‘things that Yosuke finds way too weird to be discussed in normal conversation’. Not even Kanji’s confused sexuality would be able to top that little secret for weirdness in Yosuke’s eyes.
Fortunately it seemed that his stern glare was doing much to disguise any hints of attraction he was displaying. Yosuke had turned to Nanako with a bright smile plastered to his face. His cheeks were still pink but he said in a convincing tone, “Yeah, we were p-playing…playing… um…” it was then that he looked to Teddie and threw him a ‘help me!’ look.
“House!” supplied Teddie, nobly coming to his rescue. “Nana-chan told me about this game where you pretend to be a mummy and daddy and have a house together.”
“And you were ‘Mom’, were you, Yosuke?” Souji couldn’t help but ask.
“D-Dude…just don’t!” stammered Yosuke, trying to look angry but not really managing to get the emotion quite right. He looked more sheepish than anything.
“And here I was thinking you needed help with your homework.” mourned Souji.
“Who told you- Oh my GO-” No doubt mindful of Nanako’s eyes on him, Yosuke clamped his mouth shut before uttering the entirety of this blasphemy and contented himself with glaring at Teddie. “When did you call him? More importantly why?”
“It doesn’t matter now, does it?” Said Souji, soothingly. “I’m always happy to help you with your homework but if you’d rather play games, then I’m sure Nanako and I would like to be included in the fun.”
He didn’t mean to emphasise the word fun or to look Yosuke directly in the eye when he said it but somehow he managed it anyway. Yosuke’s eyes widened and he gulped. A fresh wave of colour flashed across his cheeks and he turned away quickly.
“Oh, yes. Please can we play with you, Yosuke-nii?” Nanako unwittingly came to his rescue. Yosuke rolled his eyes towards her, ran a hand through his hair (snagging one of the extensions as he did) and bit his lip. Souji knew Yosuke’s weaknesses pretty well. Big puppy-dog eyes staring up at him were one of them. That was probably why Teddie managed to freeload so thoroughly off him. Even if he was in drag and mortified beyond all comprehension, there was no way he would refuse.
And he didn’t.
After an uncomfortable pause, where he had stood perfectly still, gazing down at Nanako, probably wondering how the hell he could get out of this without upsetting a fragile little girl who had only recently been discharged from hospital, thus pissing off both his best friend and said little girl’s rather terrifying police detective father, and then he sighed.
“Y-yeah, of course Nanako, you can play with us. N-no problem, right! What would you like to play?”
“I like playing house, Yosuke-nii.” Nanako was positively beaming at him now, which Souji reckoned was probably a reward in itself for Yosuke, “and it’ll be even more fun with Big-bro here.”
Souji sudddenly didn’t like the sound of where this was going.
“Um…Big-bro can be the daddy, Yosuke-nii can be the mummy and we will be the children, Teddie.” decided Nananko.
“Ooooh, Nana-chan. That is a bear-illiant idea!”
“Um…I don’t think that’s…” Began Souji, cautiously. Instantly two pairs of large eyes were turned on him, one pair brown and one pair blue; both were accompanied by pathetic smiles. Souji realised he had the same weakness as Yosuke did. He conceded defeat.
For the second time that day the house was filled with the sound of Yosuke’s forehead thudding against a nice hard surface.
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