The Hazards of Hanging Out
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Persona 4 Universe Optional
Chapter Summary: Souji's acting weird when Yosuke comes over to his parent's house.
Word Count: 1006
Rating: teen, Yosuke curses but other than that not much
Notes: That weird thing called second person again (I mistyped that as persona gain. Want.)
omiyage is the present you bring when you visit someone's house in Japan.
Has some of the same parental issues as innocent sin online but at a much lower level. i.e. they're actually a vaguely functional family.
Could be read as ship, but written as friend!ship.
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you didn’t want me to come visit,” Yosuke jokes, and your mouth presses into a straight line and you try not to show emotion. You’re usually quiet, but Yosuke’s come to read you, and he knows enough to know this is a point when you’d actually speak up. Usually.
You want to reassure him that it’s not his fault at all, that he’s not the one to blame, but you can’t quite do it without making a scene and that’s the last thing you can afford right now, so instead you pull out the key and open the door.
“Oh, shit, the omiyage,” Yosuke mutters, rooting around in his messenger bag he’d lugged off the train, and you internally cringe a little and hoping neither of your parents are around to hear.
Fortunately, they appear to be elsewhere in the house, and Yosuke pulls out a package from his bag. It’s squished, and the paper is ripping a little, and it’s anything but pleasing to the eye, but the Setas will probably accept it, given that your friend’s from a town of hicks. Any effort on his part will be enough to impress them. (You explained that Yosuke was from the city. They seem to be of the feeling that if you’ve lived in a small town for any more than a year, you’ve lost all trace of civilization, so it’s doubtful they’ll make the distinction.)
“I brought a few of the skewers, but I had to wait until it was pouring. You had to have used some wizardry to get so many of them last year.” Yosuke winks. You wish he wouldn’t. “I threw in a few blocks of tofu, but they’re actually separate so they’ll be spared all the meat…” And then the brunet notices the shoes carefully lined up by the front door. “Dude,” is all he says, but he’s a lot quieter after that, which is nice. You can talk once you’ve both taken off your shoes and gone upstairs to your room.
He takes in the relentless order, the way that everything’s just so in your room, and carefully puts the messenger bag down by the door and closes it before advancing further in the room. It says a lot about how far he’s come that he doesn’t complain or anything but just hugs you. You know he’s thinking about how you’d complain about the chaos he’d bring (one of the only ones you’d complain to, and he responds with teasing, which is aggravating and reassuring at the same time), and how you’d nearly had a panic attack when you hadn’t managed a perfect score on one of your exams (never mind the fact that you were at the top of your class, it wasn’t good enough), and how you were quiet and unassertive (well, for the most part; you’d managed to step up when it counted).
You try not to shake, not to cry. If anyone, you’d be comfortable showing this kind of vulnerability with Yosuke, but it’s your house and you’re not supposed to be vulnerable, not supposed to be anything but this picture perfect son.
You do, however, go over to the desk and sit down. Your legs aren’t steady enough for this. He lets go for a bit, but then silently hugs you again when you’re settled again, and you about lose it.
You don’t have to exchange words. You’re close enough for that. So he can read your body language, and when you fidget just so, he knows you’re good enough to stand (or sit, as the case may be) on your own, now, and he moves away, just enough. It’s closer than manners would probably dictate, but in his sort of language, the hell with that. He’s your second and he’s got your back, against everything the world could throw at you.
What did you ever do to deserve that?
“I’m an idiot,” he confides in a low tone. You rush to disabuse him of the notion, but he just grins a self-depreciating grin and continues. “We all should have known, at the end. Maybe not from the beginning, but from that whole Izanami thing. It wasn’t that you were special.” He winces immediately as the hurt blooms inside you. “That’s not what I meant. The thing is, you weren’t special because you were the first with the powers or didn’t have a Shadow. Those things happened because you were special.”
“What do you mean?” You’re trying to breathe normally. It isn’t easy.
“Partner, you’re amazing,” he says quietly in that way that can never fail to warm that empty part in your heart that’s lonely. “Anyone could’ve gotten those powers. Not anyone could’ve made us all a team, or accepted everyone for who they were. Izanami picked you because you had that quality that drew us all to you. We got so far because you’re you. And we were all so in awe we didn’t see that maybe you needed some help too. You have your problems just like the rest of us, and we’re the selfish assholes that just kept taking and didn’t want to give.”
“That isn’t true,” you quickly argue. “I…helping out others made me feel…like I mattered. That I could be less than perfect and it wasn’t the end of the world. I loved spending time with all of you, each and every second.” You pause, and then add with a mischievous smile, “…Even when you were being a pain.”
“Partner,” he complains, and hits you lightly on the shoulder, but he’s smiling. “Seriously, if you feel like you need anything, anything at all, I’m just a text or a phone call away. Or a train, I guess.” He glances at his messenger bag and back, and the way that he looks determined he’s made his mind up about something. “I will not complain about an excuse to visit the city,” he continues, and your smile softens a bit at that.
Persona 4 Universe Optional
Chapter Summary: Souji's acting weird when Yosuke comes over to his parent's house.
Word Count: 1006
Rating: teen, Yosuke curses but other than that not much
Notes: That weird thing called second person again (I mistyped that as persona gain. Want.)
omiyage is the present you bring when you visit someone's house in Japan.
Has some of the same parental issues as innocent sin online but at a much lower level. i.e. they're actually a vaguely functional family.
Could be read as ship, but written as friend!ship.
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you didn’t want me to come visit,” Yosuke jokes, and your mouth presses into a straight line and you try not to show emotion. You’re usually quiet, but Yosuke’s come to read you, and he knows enough to know this is a point when you’d actually speak up. Usually.
You want to reassure him that it’s not his fault at all, that he’s not the one to blame, but you can’t quite do it without making a scene and that’s the last thing you can afford right now, so instead you pull out the key and open the door.
“Oh, shit, the omiyage,” Yosuke mutters, rooting around in his messenger bag he’d lugged off the train, and you internally cringe a little and hoping neither of your parents are around to hear.
Fortunately, they appear to be elsewhere in the house, and Yosuke pulls out a package from his bag. It’s squished, and the paper is ripping a little, and it’s anything but pleasing to the eye, but the Setas will probably accept it, given that your friend’s from a town of hicks. Any effort on his part will be enough to impress them. (You explained that Yosuke was from the city. They seem to be of the feeling that if you’ve lived in a small town for any more than a year, you’ve lost all trace of civilization, so it’s doubtful they’ll make the distinction.)
“I brought a few of the skewers, but I had to wait until it was pouring. You had to have used some wizardry to get so many of them last year.” Yosuke winks. You wish he wouldn’t. “I threw in a few blocks of tofu, but they’re actually separate so they’ll be spared all the meat…” And then the brunet notices the shoes carefully lined up by the front door. “Dude,” is all he says, but he’s a lot quieter after that, which is nice. You can talk once you’ve both taken off your shoes and gone upstairs to your room.
He takes in the relentless order, the way that everything’s just so in your room, and carefully puts the messenger bag down by the door and closes it before advancing further in the room. It says a lot about how far he’s come that he doesn’t complain or anything but just hugs you. You know he’s thinking about how you’d complain about the chaos he’d bring (one of the only ones you’d complain to, and he responds with teasing, which is aggravating and reassuring at the same time), and how you’d nearly had a panic attack when you hadn’t managed a perfect score on one of your exams (never mind the fact that you were at the top of your class, it wasn’t good enough), and how you were quiet and unassertive (well, for the most part; you’d managed to step up when it counted).
You try not to shake, not to cry. If anyone, you’d be comfortable showing this kind of vulnerability with Yosuke, but it’s your house and you’re not supposed to be vulnerable, not supposed to be anything but this picture perfect son.
You do, however, go over to the desk and sit down. Your legs aren’t steady enough for this. He lets go for a bit, but then silently hugs you again when you’re settled again, and you about lose it.
You don’t have to exchange words. You’re close enough for that. So he can read your body language, and when you fidget just so, he knows you’re good enough to stand (or sit, as the case may be) on your own, now, and he moves away, just enough. It’s closer than manners would probably dictate, but in his sort of language, the hell with that. He’s your second and he’s got your back, against everything the world could throw at you.
What did you ever do to deserve that?
“I’m an idiot,” he confides in a low tone. You rush to disabuse him of the notion, but he just grins a self-depreciating grin and continues. “We all should have known, at the end. Maybe not from the beginning, but from that whole Izanami thing. It wasn’t that you were special.” He winces immediately as the hurt blooms inside you. “That’s not what I meant. The thing is, you weren’t special because you were the first with the powers or didn’t have a Shadow. Those things happened because you were special.”
“What do you mean?” You’re trying to breathe normally. It isn’t easy.
“Partner, you’re amazing,” he says quietly in that way that can never fail to warm that empty part in your heart that’s lonely. “Anyone could’ve gotten those powers. Not anyone could’ve made us all a team, or accepted everyone for who they were. Izanami picked you because you had that quality that drew us all to you. We got so far because you’re you. And we were all so in awe we didn’t see that maybe you needed some help too. You have your problems just like the rest of us, and we’re the selfish assholes that just kept taking and didn’t want to give.”
“That isn’t true,” you quickly argue. “I…helping out others made me feel…like I mattered. That I could be less than perfect and it wasn’t the end of the world. I loved spending time with all of you, each and every second.” You pause, and then add with a mischievous smile, “…Even when you were being a pain.”
“Partner,” he complains, and hits you lightly on the shoulder, but he’s smiling. “Seriously, if you feel like you need anything, anything at all, I’m just a text or a phone call away. Or a train, I guess.” He glances at his messenger bag and back, and the way that he looks determined he’s made his mind up about something. “I will not complain about an excuse to visit the city,” he continues, and your smile softens a bit at that.
