(Not-so-Empty) Infinite Possibility

He may start out as empty for you to fill the protag's shoes as you see fit by your actions, but he certainly doesn't end that way.

Main Points: Persona 4 AU
Chapter Summary: Souji isn't good at everything, but when he puts his mind to it he is The Fool, capable of anything.
Word Count: 325
Rating: T
Note:  Dancing All Night is what this is leading up to, but nothing's spoiled that you don't find out in the first five or ten minutes of the game (going by memory, anyway) so I wouldn't say it's spoiler heavy.  Fluff fluff fluff.

            Slowly, slowly, he’s learning how to do it, to repeat and memorize steps and movement.  Yosuke wasn’t wrong.  Fighting did have things in common with dancing, despite how dissimilar the two might seem.  It’s just that, in fighting, it’s entirely instinctual, in Souji’s experience.  You don’t use the same exact moves in every fight.

            One day, though, he’s tired and reacting mostly on instinct, and he ends up following the moves without even really thinking about it. There’s just enough energy to put feeling into dancing, and he vaguely finds himself enjoying it, waking up just a little.  When he opens his eyes, he finds Yosuke’s staring at him with shock and pride and awe.  It takes him a moment, which is impressive because Souji’s rarely seen The Magician entirely speechless.

            When at last the brunet finally does react, he strides over very, very quickly, nestles both hands in grey hair, and pulls him into one of the most intense kisses he’s ever had in his life.  If pressed, Souji would swear there were actual sparks.

            When Yosuke pulls away, Seta’s head is utterly void of thoughts, and his lips won’t stop tingling.  He can’t help but blink at the star, who, unfortunately, other than the slight blush and trace of the same daze, looks unaffected.  The Prince breaks out into a grin and pulls Souji close again into something very much like a hug, murmuring into his collar bone, “That was amazing.  You need to do that on stage.  Though, hopefully, the audience will be impressed but not that impressed, because I wouldn’t be happy.”

            This close, Souji can hear Yosuke’s sped up heart rate and breath, and takes some comfort in the idea that he’s not alone.  He smiles and finally is able to move, placing hands on Yosuke’s arm and back.  He’s earned this respite, brief as it might be from the polite yet no less demanding taskdriver the Magician had become.