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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2018-04-20 11:38 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2018-04-20 11:38 pm
Entry tags:
- average au,
- chie,
- fanfiction,
- lgbtq+,
- megaten,
- persona 4,
- souji,
- trans,
- yosuke
The Chie Menace
Main Points:
Persona 4 Average AU
Chapter Summary: Chie's a good friend, even if she's a bit violent.
Word Count: 1092
Rating: teen for yosuke's swearing
Persona 4 Average AU
Chapter Summary: Chie's a good friend, even if she's a bit violent.
Word Count: 1092
Rating: teen for yosuke's swearing
“Chie, you gotta help me,” Yosuke’s pleading, and Chie steers him to the sink and then the microwave.
“I got prepared, since I figured this was coming. I even won’t make you pay for your ramen,” she responds with a smile, but it only puts her friend even more on edge.
“Gah! I’m really that obvious?” He rests a hand on his headphones and otherwise looks like he’s about to vibrate through the floor. “Damn, I’m doomed!”
“You’ve been bothered about something for a little while now. Remember, I know you. You only get more obnoxious if you’re worried, and you’ve been some of your worst, so yeah, I know something’s wrong. Seriously, that hint was to stop sending me those jokes.” They walk up the stairs as they talk.
“I—I mean, you don’t laugh? At all?” He’s ignoring the rest of it, which she just takes as a confirmation that yes, something’s wrong, Chie, you’re observant and also a good friend. “I thought they were pretty funny.”
“Your sense of humor is as immature as any other guy.” She pauses. “Except Seta-kun. I really don’t know about him.”
He sniffs a little but gets really quiet until they get to the far end of the roof, away from the crazy weather girl. “I do,” he says quietly, almost quietly enough that she doesn’t hear, and his voice cracks a little. “I actually got him to talk about himself a little. The Setas are a really conservative family, from what I can tell. He’s really enjoying and maybe being a little weirded out by the less formal Dojima household atmosphere, and when that includes a hardass cop, that’s saying something.”
“Look, when you wave weapons around in a public store…” Chie responds, shaking her head, because that was a dumb move even for Yosuke.
He groans. “Yeah, yeah. You can’t say you don’t get excited about weapons either, because they’re an important part of some types of martial arts, but yeah, I know, that was a dumbass move and literally everyone has told me that. You don’t need to rub it in too.”
He taps his foot a little. He always does that when he’s concentrating on thinking about a song to calm down. “The thing is, though, like I said, formal household. As in, people like me…”
He trails off. It’s not like there’s anyone close enough to listen in, unless that bird is somehow a spy, but he can’t bring himself to say the words out loud in school for fear King Moron will somehow pop out of thin air.
“Oh. Oh.” Chie gets it, face instantly sympathetic. “He seems like a pretty accepting guy…”
“I don’t want to take that chance. Hell, not that he said these words exactly, but he made it pretty clear he was encouraged not to make real friends by his parents, since he’d end up moving away soon enough anyway. This is at every single school he’s ever attended. Sounds like they’re the snobby kinds that just value results. Think those kinds of people would tell him, yeah, by the way, it’s okay when people don’t feel right in their bodies and want a change?” He instantly realizes what he’s said and his voice instantly dies away, freezing mid-gesture. He was getting loud. A glance over reveals that either the weather girl didn’t care or didn’t hear, but still. That’s close. He needs to be more careful.
“It’s not like he’s got to think every single thing they tell him to think…” she begins, but realizes that’s not really all that true. If the possibility hadn’t been raised by a few movies, she probably wouldn’t have accepted it quite as easily, either, and her parents had been fairly open and tolerant. “God, Yosuke, I’m sorry,” she continues, because that’s all she can really say.
“It’s worse than that,” he insists even quieter, staring at his hands. He laced them together, just so he wouldn’t be as likely to talk loudly and gesture. “I—uh. You know how Souji-kun is so cool and always knows the right thing to say and just—”
“I’m pretty sure the whole school has a crush on him,” she states with relish, because yeah, okay, she can admit it, gossip can be kind of fun. “I think there’s even a male upperclassman who supposedly likes him.”
“I-I. M-me too,” he admits, in the smallest voice she’s ever heard, and it takes her a few moments to hear and process that.
“What?” That’s loud, too, louder than she meant to be, and seeing him panic and wheel his arms about would be funny if not for the situation. “Sorry, you’ve got a crush?” she asks in the quietest whisper she can manage, and he nods.
His eyes are full of tears, and he bites his lip. Hard. Maybe even hard enough to draw blood. His hands are white from where he’s clutching onto the ramen. “I’m telling you because, well, you’ll understand, and given the whole Shadow thing if I don’t tell somebody, who knows, someday I’ll be summoning my Persona and there’ll just be a pfft and my Shadow will come out instead. But I can’t—” His voice trembles. His hands are actually shaking a little, now that she looks. “He can’t know. I don’t think he’s into dudes. I don’t know if I am. I don’t think so. I think he’s just an exception, but I don’t know. I definitely like chicks. But given the way he grew up, it’s likely that if he ever is interested, the second he figures out how I was born, he’ll make me stay that way, and I don’t even know if I would. If he asked.”
“You’d be miserable.” If he’s this close to a panic attack just from this, there’s no way he could live like that. “If you need help telling him to go away if he does anything like that, I’m perfectly willing to kick him.”
That gets a watery chuckle. “You’re a menace, Chie.” It’s sounds admiring.
“Yeah, yeah, but I’m your best friend menace, so just deal with it,” she insists. “Now, do you need to get anything else out, or should we dig in?”
He blinks a little and then panics. “Lunch is nearly over, huh? Food!” He sounds more like his normal self, which is good. He puts his headphones on and starts just shoveling slightly cooled noodles into his mouth. Chie chuckles and starts following suit—without the headphones, of course.
“I got prepared, since I figured this was coming. I even won’t make you pay for your ramen,” she responds with a smile, but it only puts her friend even more on edge.
“Gah! I’m really that obvious?” He rests a hand on his headphones and otherwise looks like he’s about to vibrate through the floor. “Damn, I’m doomed!”
“You’ve been bothered about something for a little while now. Remember, I know you. You only get more obnoxious if you’re worried, and you’ve been some of your worst, so yeah, I know something’s wrong. Seriously, that hint was to stop sending me those jokes.” They walk up the stairs as they talk.
“I—I mean, you don’t laugh? At all?” He’s ignoring the rest of it, which she just takes as a confirmation that yes, something’s wrong, Chie, you’re observant and also a good friend. “I thought they were pretty funny.”
“Your sense of humor is as immature as any other guy.” She pauses. “Except Seta-kun. I really don’t know about him.”
He sniffs a little but gets really quiet until they get to the far end of the roof, away from the crazy weather girl. “I do,” he says quietly, almost quietly enough that she doesn’t hear, and his voice cracks a little. “I actually got him to talk about himself a little. The Setas are a really conservative family, from what I can tell. He’s really enjoying and maybe being a little weirded out by the less formal Dojima household atmosphere, and when that includes a hardass cop, that’s saying something.”
“Look, when you wave weapons around in a public store…” Chie responds, shaking her head, because that was a dumb move even for Yosuke.
He groans. “Yeah, yeah. You can’t say you don’t get excited about weapons either, because they’re an important part of some types of martial arts, but yeah, I know, that was a dumbass move and literally everyone has told me that. You don’t need to rub it in too.”
He taps his foot a little. He always does that when he’s concentrating on thinking about a song to calm down. “The thing is, though, like I said, formal household. As in, people like me…”
He trails off. It’s not like there’s anyone close enough to listen in, unless that bird is somehow a spy, but he can’t bring himself to say the words out loud in school for fear King Moron will somehow pop out of thin air.
“Oh. Oh.” Chie gets it, face instantly sympathetic. “He seems like a pretty accepting guy…”
“I don’t want to take that chance. Hell, not that he said these words exactly, but he made it pretty clear he was encouraged not to make real friends by his parents, since he’d end up moving away soon enough anyway. This is at every single school he’s ever attended. Sounds like they’re the snobby kinds that just value results. Think those kinds of people would tell him, yeah, by the way, it’s okay when people don’t feel right in their bodies and want a change?” He instantly realizes what he’s said and his voice instantly dies away, freezing mid-gesture. He was getting loud. A glance over reveals that either the weather girl didn’t care or didn’t hear, but still. That’s close. He needs to be more careful.
“It’s not like he’s got to think every single thing they tell him to think…” she begins, but realizes that’s not really all that true. If the possibility hadn’t been raised by a few movies, she probably wouldn’t have accepted it quite as easily, either, and her parents had been fairly open and tolerant. “God, Yosuke, I’m sorry,” she continues, because that’s all she can really say.
“It’s worse than that,” he insists even quieter, staring at his hands. He laced them together, just so he wouldn’t be as likely to talk loudly and gesture. “I—uh. You know how Souji-kun is so cool and always knows the right thing to say and just—”
“I’m pretty sure the whole school has a crush on him,” she states with relish, because yeah, okay, she can admit it, gossip can be kind of fun. “I think there’s even a male upperclassman who supposedly likes him.”
“I-I. M-me too,” he admits, in the smallest voice she’s ever heard, and it takes her a few moments to hear and process that.
“What?” That’s loud, too, louder than she meant to be, and seeing him panic and wheel his arms about would be funny if not for the situation. “Sorry, you’ve got a crush?” she asks in the quietest whisper she can manage, and he nods.
His eyes are full of tears, and he bites his lip. Hard. Maybe even hard enough to draw blood. His hands are white from where he’s clutching onto the ramen. “I’m telling you because, well, you’ll understand, and given the whole Shadow thing if I don’t tell somebody, who knows, someday I’ll be summoning my Persona and there’ll just be a pfft and my Shadow will come out instead. But I can’t—” His voice trembles. His hands are actually shaking a little, now that she looks. “He can’t know. I don’t think he’s into dudes. I don’t know if I am. I don’t think so. I think he’s just an exception, but I don’t know. I definitely like chicks. But given the way he grew up, it’s likely that if he ever is interested, the second he figures out how I was born, he’ll make me stay that way, and I don’t even know if I would. If he asked.”
“You’d be miserable.” If he’s this close to a panic attack just from this, there’s no way he could live like that. “If you need help telling him to go away if he does anything like that, I’m perfectly willing to kick him.”
That gets a watery chuckle. “You’re a menace, Chie.” It’s sounds admiring.
“Yeah, yeah, but I’m your best friend menace, so just deal with it,” she insists. “Now, do you need to get anything else out, or should we dig in?”
He blinks a little and then panics. “Lunch is nearly over, huh? Food!” He sounds more like his normal self, which is good. He puts his headphones on and starts just shoveling slightly cooled noodles into his mouth. Chie chuckles and starts following suit—without the headphones, of course.