Persona 3
Dude I wrote 306 words.
Of course they're not allowed alchohol in the dorm. That's understandable. But Shinji's always been one for bending the rules a little, so Akihiko isn't surprised when he comes back one night and finds him sitting on the steps in the cold night air with a can of beer in his hand.
"Hey, Aki," he says. "How was practice?"
Akihiko shrugs. "Not too bad," he says, by which he means 'but I noticed that you didn't go to school today and that really bothers me'. He takes a seat beside Shinji. The stairs are stone, and they're so freezing cold he ends up standing again.
Shinji (who isn't even wearing a coat, go figure) grins and gestures at his drink. "Found Ikutsuki-san's secret stash," he says. His breath hangs in the air.
"Yeah? Good for you."
"Wanna try?"
There's only one can. From the way he says it it's clear that Shinji thinks nothing of it. Akihiko is a consummate blusher, though, and he's pretty sure his face is red right now. It's not like this is a big deal - if he refuses it'll look even weirder. Just be casual.
"Yeah, okay," he says, and holds out his hand. Shinji hands him the beer.
The can is almost empty. The metal is frosted and oh god, the frost is actually melted around the opening where Shinji's lips have been, but he is definately not looking at that, he is opening his mouth and tilting the can back so he can drink. The taste is so bitter he almost splutters. Only his pride forces him to swallow it all.
"So? How is it?"
"Not bad," he says hoarsely, handing the can back to Shinji, wiping his face with his shirt. Desire burns like an ulcer in his stomach. After tonight he will always associate the taste of beer with cold weather, and this queasiness, and Shinji.
Of course they're not allowed alchohol in the dorm. That's understandable. But Shinji's always been one for bending the rules a little, so Akihiko isn't surprised when he comes back one night and finds him sitting on the steps in the cold night air with a can of beer in his hand.
"Hey, Aki," he says. "How was practice?"
Akihiko shrugs. "Not too bad," he says, by which he means 'but I noticed that you didn't go to school today and that really bothers me'. He takes a seat beside Shinji. The stairs are stone, and they're so freezing cold he ends up standing again.
Shinji (who isn't even wearing a coat, go figure) grins and gestures at his drink. "Found Ikutsuki-san's secret stash," he says. His breath hangs in the air.
"Yeah? Good for you."
"Wanna try?"
There's only one can. From the way he says it it's clear that Shinji thinks nothing of it. Akihiko is a consummate blusher, though, and he's pretty sure his face is red right now. It's not like this is a big deal - if he refuses it'll look even weirder. Just be casual.
"Yeah, okay," he says, and holds out his hand. Shinji hands him the beer.
The can is almost empty. The metal is frosted and oh god, the frost is actually melted around the opening where Shinji's lips have been, but he is definately not looking at that, he is opening his mouth and tilting the can back so he can drink. The taste is so bitter he almost splutters. Only his pride forces him to swallow it all.
"So? How is it?"
"Not bad," he says hoarsely, handing the can back to Shinji, wiping his face with his shirt. Desire burns like an ulcer in his stomach. After tonight he will always associate the taste of beer with cold weather, and this queasiness, and Shinji.