What.

[hiza_chan]

Dear Uterus:

You are an asshole. You know damn well that I'm going to have to walk around the whole damn neighborhood with my little brother tomorrow and you decide that you want to bleed EARLY? You couldn't have just waited another five days, could you? COULD YOU? Well, at least the chocolate cravings are appropriate, but somehow I really don't

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[Fic] Souji/Yosuke -- Aichmophobia

[hiza_chan]

He doesn't really know how it started. Well, no, scratch that- he's mostly sure that it started when Nanako got a bit too exuberant with her story about how a boy in her class wanted to take her to Junes (and wouldn't Doujima be thrilled to hear that) and didn't watch where she was waving her pencil.

Getting a pencil stuck in your ear, as it turns out, is a great reason to be kind of wary of them.

It gets so bad that he has to switch to using pens at school. Which, well, pens aren't that much different, but they don't make his heart pound as hard or his ear ache quite as much. So he uses pens, and quickly learns to write carefully, that way he doesn't have to scribble the entire problem out.

But this habit doesn't really extend to his friends. Which is why he's so distracted, lying on his bedroom floor and warily watching Yosuke fling his hands around as if there isn't a deadly piece of weaponry tucked between his middle and ring finger.

"And anyhow, it's not like I meant to break her stupid DVD, it just happened! There's no reason for her to get so aggressive about the whole thing." He punctuates certain words with little jabs and flicks of the pencil, in the air, of course. Far enough away that Souji should feel safe, but well, Nanako had been sitting across the kotatsu and he'd still come out of it hard of hearing. He can't help the flinching. It just happens. He might be able to stand up against shadows and monsters and the dark hour, but pencils? That is a completely different story.

"Dude, are you okay?"

Yosuke looks concerned. He should probably say something.

His teeth stay locked together, so he nods. Yosuke looks faintly dubious. "O...kay, but man, you've been staring at me for like an hour. And kind of... like, flinching a lot. Like Yukiko cooking levels of flinchitude."

He shudders and lets his jaw unlock. "That's not a word."

Yosuke tosses the pencil into the air, catching it on the way down. Souji thinks he might have been about to say something like "suuuuuure" or "riiiiight," one of those long drawn out vowel words that conveys exactly what he thinks of your bullshit, but he catches the shiver that goes through Souji's frame. He looks at the pencil. Frowns. Back to Souji.

"The pencil? That's why you've been staring?"

He doesn't flush. Really, he doesn't.

Yosuke grins. "Damn, and here I just thought you were jealous of my good looks."

He's pretty sure that what he says in response to that is along the lines of promising his virtue in exchange for Yosuke putting that damn pencil down, but he's not entirely sure. Either way, it gets Yosuke to put the pencil down.