Measure of the Situation
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madimpossibledreamerthis time, some research thanks to the other transfic in the P4 Ao3 section. i have no idea when i started this to be fair. slightly going over old ground but otherwise not.
apologies for awful punful titles
Main Points:
Persona 4 Average AU
Chapter Summary: Chie's going to make this right even if she has to kick everyone to do so.
Word Count: 1087
Rating: teen for, this time, Chie's swearing plus the actual content
Warnings: dysphoria, panic attack, vague references to self-harm/possible suicide as some statistics are not kind to trans folks which Chie's figured out
Yosuke drops the glass he’s bringing to set on the table, and it shatters. “H-hey, I-I don’t think of you like—”
Chie sighs, but she’s being patient, for her, which is a sign she’s at least probably making an effort. “I don’t think of you like that, either, but I need to see what I’m working with. Don’t worry, you can keep your underwear on.” She grabs a broom from the other room quickly and starts sweeping.
“We need to have approximate measurements at least,” Naoto-kun adds. “Do you use something other than a binder while fighting, by the way?”
Yosuke sits down quickly enough that he might’ve been in danger of falling over if he hadn’t. “Y-yeah, couple sports bras.”
Naoto-kun sighs. “I’m pleased to hear you aren’t hurting yourself, senpai.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen boxers in the women’s underwear section, so you’re probably good there, too,” Chie points out, as Yosuke pulls off his shirt with trembling fingers. She’s trying not to draw attention to her examination of him, given that he’s freaked out he can’t even manage the token pervy comment. “Hey, you’re lucky your legs are about as long as mine. You might be able to wear one of my old skirts.”
And that, of course, makes him blush like mad. “Ch-Chie, I couldn’t—”
“Actually, it’s a longer skirt, like what Yukiko used to wear when we weren’t in school. I bought it to match her, only I never wore it, and I don’t want to.” She can’t keep the venom out of her voice, and Yosuke trembles at that. “She said some things over text you’re better off not hearing. You can put the shirt back on by the way. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“The others believed your story, particularly when I indicated I found it believable,” Naoto-kun speaks up to fill the silence.
“Th-that’s good.” Yosuke’s hand comes up to fiddle with the headphones that aren’t around his neck, and falls, almost lifeless. “Souji-kun hasn’t texted me once. It’s weird.”
But the Detective Prince smiles. “Knowing him, I’m sure he’s composed one over a dozen times and found it wanting.”
Yosuke laughs in response, but it’s hollow. “Yeah, totally sounds like him.”
“It’s a little shorter than I remembered, but I was thinking that guys wear leggings, too, and that way you won’t have to shave. Anyway, if you wear those under your pants during the winter it’ll barely be noticeable and you’ll be warmer, so it’ll be useful. If you don’t want to get rid of it after we’re done.” It’s red, not orange, but given that she’d somehow stumbled on a bunch of pictures with English captions of guys in plaid skirts, there’s precedent or something. “We’ll still need a shirt. You’re definitely taller than me.”
“D-does that mean we have to go shopping?” He’s going to melt into the ground at any second, and Chie tries not to grit her teeth again too obviously. Yeah, so he’s a boy who speaks before he thinks and flirts way too much. He’s more understanding than Yukiko (or…yeah, if she’s being honest, herself) and honestly most of it is trying to cover his butt because he doesn’t want the hint of anyone thinking he’s not a guy so he’s hypervigilant about everything, even her sometimes, but. They’d all been stuck inside their own heads. And yeah, okay, maybe the rest of it didn’t come from a good place either—he wanted to be anywhere than thinking about his own issues, he desperately wanted everyone to like him—but he still has been a better friend than either of them lately and deserves so much more than this…this bullshit.
“We should be able to obtain an adequate shirt simply by taking the appropriate measurements—I’m sorry, Senpai.” Naoto-kun is a precious friend and Yosuke was a genius for suggesting he come too.
The slight giggle is a bit hysterical, but then, it’s to be expected. “Hey, I’d rather have you here apologizing than—” He breaks it off, uncomfortable, and it’s not like he’s to blame for any of the rift. Or rather, he is, but just by existing, which he could probably help and will only ever do so over her dead body, because she likes him existing. He moves on, though, trying to cover up a ‘mistake’. “Oh, yeah, I don’t know if Chie mentioned in her text, but we figured you’d feel more comfortable here, and, since you have to do it too, we could get together a Noir Detective Lady outfit for you. I mean, you already kind of have that going on, but we could get you a vest or a power suit and gloves and a different detective hat—”
He’s babbling, a bit, but Naoto-kun’s gentle when he responds, still efficiently using the tape measure as Yosuke fidgets and tries to talk to take his mind off of what’s happening. “That sounds like an optimal solution, Senpai. Thank you for thinking of me.” He’s clearly thinking, analyzing the situation, before he dismisses the train of thought. “It’s useless speculating without any idea of the selection. I’m done; feel free to put your shirt back on, Senpai.” His hands are shaking enough he needs Chie’s help, and he looks frustrated and humiliated, but then, the situation is awful for him and Chie doesn’t blame him. “I know my own size, and yours now, so I believe I should make the trip. Would you like to give input on the shirt, or should I complete the purchase on my own?”
Yosuke hesitates just long enough it’s clear he thinks he should but isn’t sure he can, so Chie steps in once more. “Text me pictures. I’ll show you the skirt. Some cute sandals or flats are probably the best for footwear, and leggings, of course. Also, that little surprise Rise mentioned.”
“Strawberry theme in general?” the Detective Prince clarifies, and Chie nods as Yosuke blinks, panic attack postponed.
“Wait, surprise? What—”
“Surprise, as in I’m not telling. Come on, ready to be beaten into the ground again?” Chie’s already preparing their seats with more of her delicious snacks that Yosuke barely touches and controllers.
“I legit think those things give you weird unholy superpowers,” he complains, eyeing the meat gum, but he sits down anyway, starting to relax just a little.
apologies for awful punful titles
Main Points:
Persona 4 Average AU
Chapter Summary: Chie's going to make this right even if she has to kick everyone to do so.
Word Count: 1087
Rating: teen for, this time, Chie's swearing plus the actual content
Warnings: dysphoria, panic attack, vague references to self-harm/possible suicide as some statistics are not kind to trans folks which Chie's figured out
“Okay, strip.” Leading up to it is just going to give him more time to think about it and panic.
Yosuke drops the glass he’s bringing to set on the table, and it shatters. “H-hey, I-I don’t think of you like—”
Chie sighs, but she’s being patient, for her, which is a sign she’s at least probably making an effort. “I don’t think of you like that, either, but I need to see what I’m working with. Don’t worry, you can keep your underwear on.” She grabs a broom from the other room quickly and starts sweeping.
“We need to have approximate measurements at least,” Naoto-kun adds. “Do you use something other than a binder while fighting, by the way?”
Yosuke sits down quickly enough that he might’ve been in danger of falling over if he hadn’t. “Y-yeah, couple sports bras.”
Naoto-kun sighs. “I’m pleased to hear you aren’t hurting yourself, senpai.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen boxers in the women’s underwear section, so you’re probably good there, too,” Chie points out, as Yosuke pulls off his shirt with trembling fingers. She’s trying not to draw attention to her examination of him, given that he’s freaked out he can’t even manage the token pervy comment. “Hey, you’re lucky your legs are about as long as mine. You might be able to wear one of my old skirts.”
And that, of course, makes him blush like mad. “Ch-Chie, I couldn’t—”
“Actually, it’s a longer skirt, like what Yukiko used to wear when we weren’t in school. I bought it to match her, only I never wore it, and I don’t want to.” She can’t keep the venom out of her voice, and Yosuke trembles at that. “She said some things over text you’re better off not hearing. You can put the shirt back on by the way. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“The others believed your story, particularly when I indicated I found it believable,” Naoto-kun speaks up to fill the silence.
“Th-that’s good.” Yosuke’s hand comes up to fiddle with the headphones that aren’t around his neck, and falls, almost lifeless. “Souji-kun hasn’t texted me once. It’s weird.”
But the Detective Prince smiles. “Knowing him, I’m sure he’s composed one over a dozen times and found it wanting.”
Yosuke laughs in response, but it’s hollow. “Yeah, totally sounds like him.”
“It’s a little shorter than I remembered, but I was thinking that guys wear leggings, too, and that way you won’t have to shave. Anyway, if you wear those under your pants during the winter it’ll barely be noticeable and you’ll be warmer, so it’ll be useful. If you don’t want to get rid of it after we’re done.” It’s red, not orange, but given that she’d somehow stumbled on a bunch of pictures with English captions of guys in plaid skirts, there’s precedent or something. “We’ll still need a shirt. You’re definitely taller than me.”
“D-does that mean we have to go shopping?” He’s going to melt into the ground at any second, and Chie tries not to grit her teeth again too obviously. Yeah, so he’s a boy who speaks before he thinks and flirts way too much. He’s more understanding than Yukiko (or…yeah, if she’s being honest, herself) and honestly most of it is trying to cover his butt because he doesn’t want the hint of anyone thinking he’s not a guy so he’s hypervigilant about everything, even her sometimes, but. They’d all been stuck inside their own heads. And yeah, okay, maybe the rest of it didn’t come from a good place either—he wanted to be anywhere than thinking about his own issues, he desperately wanted everyone to like him—but he still has been a better friend than either of them lately and deserves so much more than this…this bullshit.
“We should be able to obtain an adequate shirt simply by taking the appropriate measurements—I’m sorry, Senpai.” Naoto-kun is a precious friend and Yosuke was a genius for suggesting he come too.
The slight giggle is a bit hysterical, but then, it’s to be expected. “Hey, I’d rather have you here apologizing than—” He breaks it off, uncomfortable, and it’s not like he’s to blame for any of the rift. Or rather, he is, but just by existing, which he could probably help and will only ever do so over her dead body, because she likes him existing. He moves on, though, trying to cover up a ‘mistake’. “Oh, yeah, I don’t know if Chie mentioned in her text, but we figured you’d feel more comfortable here, and, since you have to do it too, we could get together a Noir Detective Lady outfit for you. I mean, you already kind of have that going on, but we could get you a vest or a power suit and gloves and a different detective hat—”
He’s babbling, a bit, but Naoto-kun’s gentle when he responds, still efficiently using the tape measure as Yosuke fidgets and tries to talk to take his mind off of what’s happening. “That sounds like an optimal solution, Senpai. Thank you for thinking of me.” He’s clearly thinking, analyzing the situation, before he dismisses the train of thought. “It’s useless speculating without any idea of the selection. I’m done; feel free to put your shirt back on, Senpai.” His hands are shaking enough he needs Chie’s help, and he looks frustrated and humiliated, but then, the situation is awful for him and Chie doesn’t blame him. “I know my own size, and yours now, so I believe I should make the trip. Would you like to give input on the shirt, or should I complete the purchase on my own?”
Yosuke hesitates just long enough it’s clear he thinks he should but isn’t sure he can, so Chie steps in once more. “Text me pictures. I’ll show you the skirt. Some cute sandals or flats are probably the best for footwear, and leggings, of course. Also, that little surprise Rise mentioned.”
“Strawberry theme in general?” the Detective Prince clarifies, and Chie nods as Yosuke blinks, panic attack postponed.
“Wait, surprise? What—”
“Surprise, as in I’m not telling. Come on, ready to be beaten into the ground again?” Chie’s already preparing their seats with more of her delicious snacks that Yosuke barely touches and controllers.
“I legit think those things give you weird unholy superpowers,” he complains, eyeing the meat gum, but he sits down anyway, starting to relax just a little.
