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bi-naesala · 3 months

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Chamomile

Shinjiro has a nightmare. Luckily for him, he's not alone to deal with it.

(Tags: Post-Persona 3, Aragaki Shinjiro Lives, Nightmares, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Texting)

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The moment that asshole Takaya pointed the gun at Ken, Shinjiro already knew what to do. His original plan of letting the kid have his revenge had already gone through the window anyway, and like hell he was letting him die there – he’d never be able to forgive himself.

The moment he hears the shot, his body moves on its own, turning around and closing his arms around Ken with the intent of protecting him.

Immediately, a pang of pain spreads from his chest. It’s like something’s clawing it open.

He grits his teeth, too stubborn to make any sound despite the sheer pain – it burns, it burns!

He tries to catch himself on his feet, but his legs don’t respond anymore.

All he can do is fall, and fall, and fall...

Thud.

Ow, that hurts.

Before he can react, a hand goes to hold his shoulder, shaking it a little.

“Shinji? Shinji!”

Shinjiro, still a sleepy and groggy mess, opens his eyes, and sees an equally sleepy and groggy Akihiko, who’s looking at him worriedly from the bed...

Ah, so that’s what happened: he fell on his ass like an idiot.

“Ngh... ‘m fine... Jus’ fell,” he’s able to mutter, gritting his teeth for the pain. Fuck, the floor’s hard.

He tries to get up, but he has to immediately grab at his chest, squeezing right where the bullet scar is, as if that would be enough to push the pain away.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, it hurts.

It’s not as bad as when he actually got shot, thankfully, but it’s still something he would rather do without.

If not for Akihiko, who picks him up and helps him on the bed again, he’d be still agonizing on the floor.

“Shinji... Talk to me. What’s wrong?” he urges him.

Shinjiro has half a mind to tell him to shut up and go back to sleep, but a stronger fit of pain shuts him up before he can actually do that – karmic justice, he supposes.

“Hurts...” is all he’s able to get out, but it’s all Akihiko needs: he rushes to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, getting painkillers and a tube of cream that Shinjiro has come to resent: it’s used specifically for scars, but it smells so fucking bad.

Still, he’s in no condition to complain once Akihiko comes back, and hands him the medicine, slipping then on his lap and helping him take his shirt off with the clear intention of applying the cream where it hurts, but despite feeling like shit, Shinjiro can’t help but to let out a low whistle. “Hello nurse.”

Akihiko rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything – it’s not the first time this happens, and surely it won’t be the last – focusing instead of getting some cream on his fingers, spreading it then over the bullet scar. Shinjiro hisses – it’s cold to the touch, too cold – and Akihiko considers it revenge for his previous joke, so he doesn’t tease him for acting like a little baby.

Neither of them speaks, Akihiko being too focused on tending to Shinjiro, who’s in turn too focused on observing him work.

It’s probably banal as hell to say, but he can’t help but to find him handsome, even when the only light available comes from the small lamp on the bedside table, with heavy shadows cast all over his body, though it’s true that Akihiko is and has always been handsome, which makes the fact that he’s sticking with an ugly mug like him much more mind-boggling...

A small pat on his cheek distracts him from his self-loathing thoughts. He shakes his head, eyes focusing on Akihiko again; he looks concerned.

“You’re okay? Need something? Maybe some chamomile to help you sleep?”

Chamomile would only have the effect of making Shinjiro get up in a few hours to go piss, but the earnest way Akihiko said it makes him unable to say no. “That would be nice, I guess...”

At least he won’t have to go back to sleep immediately. That will give him plenty of time to get a grip on himself.

Saying yes has the unfortunate consequence, however, of making Aki hop off his lap – he already misses his warmth – and forcing him to leave the bed as well, as the two make way to the kitchen.

“You can stay here, you know,” Akihiko proposes, stopping right at the door, but Shinjiro shakes his head.

“Nah, I need to make sure you don’t make any messes in my kitchen,” he retorts, because like hell he’ll tell him the truth: that he doesn’t want to be alone, because if left on his own, he will surely go back to think about that damned night...

Akihiko scoffs at his words. “I don’t make messes, and it’s not your kitchen.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Shinjiro replies, but despite the animosity of their words, they’re both smiling. No hard feelings.

As if remembering something, Akihiko then turns around to go grab his phone.

“What you need that for?” Shinjiro asks, confused.

“Just in case...” is all he gets in response, but it’s enough for him to understand: Aki’s afraid he’s going to have another crisis and he might have to call for an ambulance.

This lack of faith kind of pisses him off, but he can’t really be mad about it, can he? Given the precedents, it’s fair that he wants to be cautious, so Shinjiro doesn’t say anything about it, even though he still finds it irritating.

Once they’ve made their way to the kitchen, Akihiko darts to the counter, rummaging through the cabinets to find the boiler, while Shinjiro makes his way to the couch, flopping on it with the grace of a drunk elephant, letting out a small groan of pain as he does so. Okay, maybe he should’ve been more careful, but it’s too late for that now.

From his point of view, he can barely see what Akihiko’s doing. He’s got half a mind to get up to check on him – he’s seen things when they lived in the dorms - but he’s been teaching him how to use the kitchen and sure, he may not be the greatest chef to ever life, but he’s become pretty self-sufficient, to the point that he can be left on his own to make a stupid chamomile with no risk of setting anything on fire, so he remains on the couch, fighting off the instinct of kicking him out like he’s an intruder to his domain - he may joke about it, but he does see the kitchen as his territory a little bit - and simply watches him.

As he watches, however, he hears a notification sound coming from Akihiko’s phone. He should leave it alone and wait for its owner to check, but Aki doesn’t seem to have noticed it, and Shinjiro’s curiosity is too much, so he silently walks to it and picks it up, before returning to the couch as nothing happened.

Huh, it’s from Ken.

ugh this sucks

That’s not... No, scratch that, that’s exactly how Shinjiro thought he would act, once he told them that he was going to have a sleepover with his friends that night.

At least he’s not contacting them because something bad’s happened; that’s reassuring.

He smiles a little to himself as he takes the liberty to reply.

not having fun?

akihiko-san!

why are you awake?

not aki

shinjiro then

why are you awake????and on akihiko-sans phone????

If he answers honestly, he’d just be worrying the kid, so he makes up a lie.

you see

when a mother and a father really love each other stuff happens

I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT

Good, he fell for it, and he’s gotten flustered too, meaning that he won’t be asking other questions.

anyway

you were saying things aren’t going well?

do i need to bash a few heads?

Ken takes a suspiciously long to time to respond - the little shit must really be thinking about it.

nah, not really

they’re just talking about girls and stuff

“Girls and stuff” is a pretty common subject, especially for a group of teenage boys. Shinjiro decides to have some fun with it.

so? need me to give you the talk?

STOP

SERIOUSLY

ITS JUST

UGH I DON’T KNOW

i have nothing to say

about girls?

yeah

don’t you have that little fanclub of yours that always comes to your matches?

Shinjiro’s quite familiar with them, unfortunately. His ears still have to recover from all their screeches whenever Ken scores a point.

i don’t even know them

theyre annoying

Reading that last message, Shinjiro can’t help but to laugh.

It looks like Ken is, slowly but surely, turning into a certain someone he’s very acquainted with. Fucking hell...

Shinjiro realizes Akihiko’s done only when he hears his voice much closer than he expected, as he asked what’s so funny.

He watches, as he sets the fuming cup on the table, and he responds:

“Ken’s turning into a mini-you.”

“Ken?” Akihiko asks, before snatching the phone from his hands and typing something to the kid, something along the lines of ‘I’ve confiscated the phone’ and ‘Shinji’s an idiot’, Shinjiro’s sure, before wishing him a good night.

Once he’s done, he leaves the phone on the table, and takes a seat beside the other. It’s under his watchful gaze that he starts drinking this absolutely disgusting chamomile – it’s not Aki who fucked up making it, he just isn’t fond of the taste – feeling a bit uneasy because of such scrutiny, but he doesn’t have it in him to stop tell him to stop that.

He wishes Akihiko would speak, so that this silence could be filled; he doesn’t care if it would be something dumb, or awkward, he just doesn’t want to think. Unfortunately for him, however, it seems that either he doesn’t want to speak, or he doesn’t know what to say, so he’ll have to do with silence. The only comfort is the soft snoring sound that comes from Koromaru’s bed; it’s good to see that they haven’t interrupted his sleep; though he wouldn’t have minded his company as well, he doesn’t have it in him to wake him up – that would be mean to poor Koro-chan.

He doesn’t take too much to finish drinking, and that’s when Akihiko finds his voice again.

“Better?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah... Better.”

He’s not lying: the painkillers are kicking in, and his conversation with Ken has managed to get his mind off his current predicament.

There’s still a small corner of his mind where the sound of the shot keeps echoing, but it could be worse – he could be bleeding out on the ground, right now.

“So, huh, you didn’t just fall from the bed, before I mean,” Akihiko states. An acute observation.

Shinjiro doesn’t say anything, but he does shake his head to confirm it.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Does he? He’s not sure: he’s already worried Aki so much already...

Still, he knows how stubborn he can be, and he knows that he’s going to pester him until he tells him.

... Looks like he has no other choice then, huh?

“Huh, I might’ve had a nightmare,” he admits.

“Might?”

Shinjiro rolls his eyes. “I had a nightmare, okay?”

Akihiko looks a bit surprised by the revelation, though it’s hard to tell if it’s because of the fact itself, or because Shinjiro’s admitting to it – as if he would’ve had if there was any way he could’ve gotten away with it.

He sounds hesitant when he asks:

“Was it about--”

“Yeah.”

Shinjiro doesn’t even let him finish. It’s obvious anyway; no need saying it out loud.

“Shinji, I’m so sorry...” Akihiko mutters, as he tries reaching out for him with a hand, but Shinjiro swats it away before he can actually touch him.

“I’m fine,” he forces out. He’s not fine at all, but he’s getting better, and that’s all that matters.

Aki, of course, doesn’t buy it.

“If you grip the cup any harder, you’re going to break it,” he points out.

Shinjiro looks down on his lap. Indeed, he is gripping the cup much more strongly than he needs to – his knuckles have turned white.

He places it on the table before he can do any damage that would make a shitty night even shittier, but now that he has nothing else to hold, his hands start to tremble.

Why? Why now?

He’s had all the time to get over it, so why can’t he stop thinking about it?

He was fine while he was talking to Ken, but now that everything is silent...

Akihiko gently grabs his hands, holding them in his, but this time Shinjiro doesn’t push him away. He’s being treated like he’s made of glass, but for once, he appreciates it; he should already be grateful for the fact that at least he’s not trying to comfort him with words anyway.

Slowly, he can feel his hands stop trembling, as the echoes of that night turn quieter and quieter in his mind.

He turns to Aki, who’s looking at him with such love and devotion that he can’t help but to be drawn to him – there was a time when he would’ve recoiled instead.

The kiss they share is a soft one, Akihiko letting out a relieved sigh against the other’s lips.

“Thank you,” Shinjiro says then, pulling away just enough to be able to speak. Aki didn’t have to wait until it got better, didn’t have to do any of this, but he did anyway, and Shinjiro appreciates that, even though he wouldn’t have minded if he had gone back to bed – he has classes, the next day, or current, depending on what time it is.

Akihiko looks surprised, incredibly surprised by his words – as if he’s never thanked him for anything every in all their lives – but he recovers quickly.

“All good?” he asks, barely able to contain a yawn. Shinjiro notices it, obviously – because he’s always noticed even the smallest things when it comes to Aki, and he always will.

“All good,” he confirms, before adding, “But I think we’ve got a long-awaited appointment with the bed.”

Akihiko chuckles at his words. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

He stands, then he helps Shinjiro do the same, their hands still intertwined.

They don’t pick up the cup at the table; it’s a problem they’ll deal with in the morning, as neither of them can be bothered to do it now.

Once they get to the bedroom, Aki’s the first to lay down, spreading his arms towards Shinjiro in a silent invitation, one that he accepts, as he lays too beside him, letting himself getting scooped in his arms and kept close.

He rests his head against Akihiko’s chest – mh, soft – and he lets out a small sigh. Feels good.

“Night, Aki,” he mutters, then, before he can fall asleep.

He feels the familiar pressure of a kiss on the top of his head.

“Goodnight, Shinji.”

And then, quieter.

“I love you.”

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intheticklecloset · 9 months

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Redeemed (Junjou Romantica)

Summary: After a fight, Usagi is overly apologetic and Misaki is beginning to feel guilty. But then Usagi gives him a coupon book for personal favors, and he gets an idea...

A/N: This is a fic I wrote for the one and only @otomiya-tickles several months ago. It was originally going to be part of the 12 Days of Ficmas last year, but when that didn't happen I decided to write it just as a special gift. I've finally decided to share it with the rest of you as well. (This was also the first fic I wrote after...certain events.) Hope you enjoy. <3

Word Count: 2,642

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This coupon book was ridiculous, but it had been given to him with good intentions and a sincere apology behind it, so Misaki sighed resignedly and flipped open to the first ticket, beginning to read.

One free massage. One day without interruption. Wow, really? One fancy dinner of choice. One shopping trip. One…

The list went on and on, each page more intriguing and confusing than the last. Misaki felt his heart warming. He appreciated that Usagi seemed genuinely remorseful for what he’d done the other night – forcing himself on him so much the younger boy cried for an hour straight, feeling violated and unsafe in their shared home – but this almost felt…too much.

Then he flipped to the last five pages of the small coupon book, wrinkling his brow when he saw that they were blank. It took him a few moments to notice the small text at the bottom of the page:

Write-in. Whatever you want, I’ll do it for you, Misaki. I love you.

Misaki’s heart officially melted.

It was almost too bad that Usagi was out of the apartment right now. He felt as though he could go to the man this instant, wrap him in a hug, whisper that he’d been forgiven. Really, he’d been forgiven before the coupon book was even handed to him – his partner’s profuse apologies upon seeing his tears had been enough, even if they hadn’t felt enough in the moment. But now he felt their roles had been reversed, that he needed to go and comfort his boyfriend this time.

Well, he could cook them a nice dinner and they could have that conversation later. For now, Misaki put the coupon book back in his pocket and flopped sideways on the couch, curling up comfortably, mind swimming with possibilities.

Of course he would use the write-in space – it was too good to pass up. But what could he ask for that hadn’t already been offered to him in a different coupon? He could always ask for another full day of no interruptions if he wanted. That was truly beneficial to him on several levels and appealed to him the most out of everything he saw. An opportunity to get his work done without being snatched away for a spontaneous makeout session or tickling? That would be amazing.

Wait.

Misaki’s eyes flew wide open. No. No way. I get enough of that already – I can’t ask him to—

But he was already searching for a pen, heart hammering in his chest.

After all the apologies and all the thoughtful coupons, truly, this was the least he could do to meet Usagi halfway. Pen now in hand, he clicked it open and shakily began to write in his first request.

The door to their apartment clicked open. Misaki glanced up from where he was making dinner at the stove and smiled shyly. “Welcome back.”

Usagi hung up his coat and removed his gloves, maintaining uncertain eye contact with him the entire time. “Thank you.”

Things hadn’t felt this awkward between them in a long time, and Misaki was determined not to let it last. “Did you have a good day?”

“I did.” The older man approached the kitchen cautiously, like he was afraid of spooking his partner. “Did you?”

Misaki smiled genuinely then, remembering the coupons, thinking of the one in his pocket he intended to hand his boyfriend after dinner. “Yes.”

Usagi nodded. “Good.”

There was a beat of silence, then the younger man couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?”

Usagi blinked, then seemed to relax, sauntering around the counter to meet him and pull him gently into his arms, kissing his lips tenderly, with none of the harsh determination he usually exhibited. “Hello, my love.”

“Mmn.” Misaki groaned, pulling away when he heard the contents of his pot about to boil over. “All right, that’s enough. Go sit down; I’ll bring you a plate.”

The older man opened his mouth – probably to protest that he could do it himself – then seemed to think better of it and did as he was told for a change. Misaki smiled to himself, turning off the burner and stirring up the last of their dinner before reaching for two plates out of the cupboards overhead. Usagi was kind of cute when he was being docile, though he knew that once that coupon was out of his pocket and in his boyfriend’s hands, that would end quickly.

Dinner was uneventful, if a bit strained on Usagi’s part. Clearly he was still feeling badly for how he’d behaved before; his conversations were empty of their usual teasing cadence and flirting comments. He was polite, interested, and tame.

Misaki couldn’t wait to get him back on track.

When they’d finished eating, Misaki glanced at the clock. Half an hour, he decided. That’s what they say for swimming, right? I’ll wait half an hour and then give him the coupon.

In the meantime they migrated to the living room after putting the leftovers away for tomorrow. Usagi seemed relieved when his boyfriend sat beside him on the sofa, cuddling into his side like he did when he wanted comfort or affection.

“How did you like your coupons?” Usagi asked him after a while, voice soft.

Misaki tensed at first – thinking of the one in his pocket – then remembered that wasn’t one of those that Usagi offered and relaxed again, humming contentedly. “They were really thoughtful. I appreciate it, Usagi-san.”

“Any that caught your eye?”

“One day without interruption?” Misaki said, voice teasing. “Can you really do that?”

“For you, I can do anything.”

At this, the younger boy lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend, surprised to see how serious Usagi was about this. He felt himself melt again, though this time it came with a pang of guilt. He was definitely feeling too badly about what had happened for too long. He glanced at the clock. Forget the half hour – he had to do this now.

Misaki shifted, throwing a leg over Usagi’s lap. The older man looked surprised in the split second it took the brunette to lean down and kiss him. After a long moment strong hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer, holding him almost reverently.

“I’m sorry, Misaki,” he murmured for what felt like the hundredth time since that night a few days ago. “I know I can be pushy, but I never meant to hurt you—”

“I forgive you, Usagi-san,” Misaki whispered into another kiss, reaching into his back pocket. “In fact, I’d…I’d like to redeem one of those coupons now, if I can.”

Usagi pulled back, eyes darting to the paper in his boyfriend’s hands. “Of course. Whatever you want, my love. My Misaki.”

Misaki whimpered at the endearment, blushing as he held out the coupon. Usagi took it and angled it until he could read it.

“Oh, one of the write-ins?” he mused, then fully took in what the words said and what they meant. He blinked. He glanced at his partner. “Oh?”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me!” Misaki protested, shoving at his chest lightly, feeling heat rising in his cheeks.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“N-No! I mean…” The brunette hesitated, certain he wouldn’t even be allowed an explanation before he was attacked, but surprisingly, Usagi was sitting there patiently, watching him, waiting for him to speak. Misaki whimpered again, averting his eyes. “I don’t…don’t entirely hate it, you know? Just…maybe we can have a safe word this time?”

Usagi’s curious look gradually shifted into a sly grin that made Misaki’s heart race. He tossed the coupon aside and pulled him in closer, earning a squeak in response. “What word would that be, my little tickle toy?”

That did it. Misaki covered his face with both hands and flopped into Usagi’s chest, groaning. “Don’t call me that! It’s embarrassing!”

“Answer me, Misaki.”

He whined. “I-I don’t know…why not the same one we use in the bedroom?”

“Because I want a different one for this.”

Of course he did! “Fine! You pick one, then.”

At this, Usagi gripped his waist tightly and got to his feet, hoisting him over his shoulder and beginning to trek upstairs. “You’re the one who will be laughing himself silly. You decide.”

Misaki’s eyes widened. He knew – he knew they’d be doing this now, but still! He gripped Usagi’s sweater and yelped, “W-Wait!”

“You wrote it,” the older man said matter-of-factly, swinging their bedroom door shut behind them, plunging them into darkness without bothering to turn on the light. “You wanted this.” He tossed Misaki onto the bed, making the smaller boy squeal and start giggling already even though he hadn’t been touched yet. Usagi loomed over him, and the brunette could tell he was smirking even though he couldn’t see him perfectly. “Choose a safe word, Misaki.”

“P-Purple,” Misaki stammered, not at all sure why that was the only word that came to mind in the heat of this moment. He shrank back on the bed, arms glued to his sides preemptively.

Usagi chuckled. “Purple it is.”

“Eeek!” Misaki cried when his boyfriend pried his legs open to sit between them, leaving his thighs vulnerable to the first tickles, which came swiftly once their word had been established. “Ehehehehehe wahahahahahait! Wait, I d-dihihihihidn’t have tihihihime to gehehehehet reheheheheady!”

“Did you need time?” Usagi teased, amused by his partner’s weak attempts to swat at his hands. “Would it really have helped you?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“So, tell me, my love. What inspired you to use one of your write-in coupons for this?”

Misaki desperately wanted to cover his face despite it already being dark in here. “I tohohohold you alreheheheheady!”

“Explain it to me again.”

“Jeheheheheherk!” Misaki whined, bucking his hips with a near scream when Usagi moved up to pinch his hipbones in warning. “Okahahahahay, okay! I l-lihihihihike it, kihihihihind of! A lihihihihittle bit!”

Usagi hummed. “Like it how?”

It took a moment for the younger man to process what the question meant in his ticklish haze, though thankfully his partner had moved up to his sides instead of his death spot. “Nohohohohot like thahahahat, you pehehehervert! Just for fuhuhuhuhuhun!”

“All right,” Usagi chuckled, shoving his hands under Misaki’s clothes to get to the bare skin beneath. “But don’t think that means I won’t try this in the bedroom, too. Just to experiment.”

Misaki couldn’t even bring himself to protest or fight back; he was too lost to his giggles already. It had only been a few days, but he didn’t realize until now how much he’d desperately missed Usagi being on top of him, making him squirm and let out involuntary noises that embarrassed him beyond belief.

And really, after how tense and awkward things had been between them since that night, seeing the outline of his boyfriend’s happy grin made all of this worth it.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Usagi teased, fingers scribbling and scratching at his sides and tummy. “Look at you squirm, Misaki~ Does it tickle here? What about here?” He darted up to his underarms without warning, earning a loud shriek and even harder giggles, legs kicking the air but doing him no good with the way they were positioned. “I’ve missed your laugh, my love. It’s been a while since I’ve tickled you, hasn’t it? Were you missing it, Misaki?”

“Stahahahahahahap!” Misaki pleaded, tossing his body this way and that, going nowhere fast and feeling a little thrill from the knowledge. “Quit teheheheheheasing me!”

Usagi leaned down to bite his earlobe playfully, fingers digging harder into his armpits while his body pinned the smaller boy to the bed so he could hardly move at all. “Never.”

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Usahahahahahagi-sahahahahahan!” Misaki cackled, throwing his head back with waves of mirth, the reality of his situation sinking in more and more the longer he felt those strong, singing, unbearable sensations wrack his body. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Jeheheheherk! It tihihihihihihickles! Please, it tihihihickles so bahahahahad!”

“Does it?~”

“Mohohohohove somewhere ehehehehehelse!” Misaki begged, frantically trying to dislodge his boyfriend’s fingers from his underarms. “Plehehehehease, new spohohohohohot!”

“Oh? Would you prefer if I tickled you…here?” Usagi’s fingers moved down to his ribs, pressing and digging into each one, clawing and raking and drilling in rapid succession that left Misaki near breathless with hysterical giggling. “You do seem to like it here, don’t you, tickle toy?”

Misaki cursed, surprising and pleasing Usagi immensely. “Stahahahahahap with that crahahahap! Don’t call me thahahahahahat!”

“Tickle toy,” Usagi chuckled darkly, still pinning him in place with his body. “You just want to laugh so loud for me, don’t you? Laugh and squirm and kick and beg me to stop? Hmm, tickle toy?”

Misaki dissolved into silent laughter at the incessant teasing, shaking his head, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. “Plehehehehehease!” he wheezed, barely able to catch his breath. “Dohohohohon’t!”

Usagi seemed to sense he needed a moment, so he sat back up and slowed his tickling to a light tracing along his body, up and down his chest, digging in randomly just to watch the brunette jolt and giggle helplessly.

“You’re mehehehean, Usagi-sahahan.”

“I rather think you like it.” The older man went back down to his thighs, pinching in tandem with his teasing intonation of, “Mi-sa-ki.”

Misaki tossed his head back, spewing even more giggles, wiping a tear from his cheek. “Mehehehean.”

Usagi grinned at him, gently pushing his legs down flat on the mattress so he could straddle them, unbuttoning his boyfriend’s jeans. “Relax,” he said when he got a wide-eyed, horrified look from the younger man. “I’m not doing anything like that. Just getting easier access.”

Misaki’s eyes only went wider at that comment. He smiled wobbily, knowing full well what was coming next. “Wait!”

“Nope.”

“But it tickles so bad—!”

“I know.”

“No! Wahahahahahait!” Misaki squealed, then screamed full-on when Usagi’s thumbs pressed into those super sensitive spots along his hips where they met his thighs. He arched his back and yelled his ticklish agony into the air, and not for the first time he wished he had a way to cover himself up, this time to muffle what had to sound like him being murdered horrifically. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT, USAGI-SAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“But I love hearing you scream and laugh like this,” Usagi replied reasonably, drilling his thumbs in deep, adoring the way Misaki’s body thrashed beneath him at the simple touch, shrieks and curses and loud, desperate laughter filling the air around them.

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE USAGI-SAHAHAHAHAHAN!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Usagi chuckled, shifting just slightly downward toward the ultimate prize, smirking when Misaki’s laughter when silent a second time, wheezes and gasps for breath replacing the ear-piercing noises he’d been letting out moments before. He didn’t stay there long, thankfully, lightening his touch and scribbling gently over his belly, swirling into his navel a few times as Misaki panted for air, his giggles having turned whiny and exhausted.

“Purple?” the older man asked, checking in. It was clear he was trying not to go too far again, and for that reason alone, Misaki felt like he could withstand a little more, his love for his partner swelling up inside him twice as much as usual.

“No,” he replied breathlessly, even going so far as to pull his own shirt up further, exposing more of his bare torso for Usagi to tickle. “Not yet.”

Usagi looked both elated and touched. He leaned over him again, kissing him so hard Misaki saw stars. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Misaki replied just before being sent back into a world of ticklish bliss, giggling and squirming uselessly on their shared mattress, loving the feeling of Usagi’s hands on him, making him melt, making him submit as he always did.

It was good to have him back.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #junjou romantica #usagi x misaki #misaki takahashi #usami akihiko #boyfriends #lovers #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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ragecndybars · 7 months

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Although he already had his suspicions about the results, Ken obediently held the thermometer beneath his tongue until it beeped. The shrill tone barely even registered; he just kept staring blankly at the wall until Kobayashi-sensei leaned forward to pull the thermometer out of his mouth. Sure enough, when she caught sight of its findings, her brow creased, and she fixed him with a disappointed look that made him squirm. “Amada-kun,” she chided, “if you were feeling this warm, then you should have stayed home.” He stole a glance at the display. 38.9°C. That wasn’t… that bad. Right?

Fandom: Persona 3 Characters: Amada Ken, Sanada Akihiko, Kirijo Mitsuru, Koromaru, Shiomi Kotone, Aigis Summary: The school nurse sends Ken home with a fever and some very questionable words of wisdom, leaving him hesitant to rely on his teammates even in his time of illness. Word Count: ~9,000 Notes: Persona 3 spoilers. Written for Whumptober for the following prompts:

Day. 2: Thermometer/“They don’t care about you.” Day 13: Cold Compress/"I don't feel so good." Day 31: Setbacks/“Take it easy.”

#Persona 3 #Ken Amada #whumptober2023 #no.2 #no.13 #no.31 #thermometer #cold compress #setbacks #fic #sickfic #Rage Writes #Akihiko Sanada #Koromaru #Mitsuru Kirijo #Kotone Shiomi #Minako Arisato #Hamuko Arisato

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plushiehamuko · 9 months

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With Shinjiro’s birthday quickly approaching, Hamuko wants to complete her plans for the perfect birthday with a perfect homemade cake to go with it, and Junpei and Akihiko are more than happy to help. However, they quickly learn that baking may not quite be “as easy as pie”. Additionally, Hamuko ends the special day by giving Shinjiro a present.

hey uh. here is a silly little fic i wrote for shinji's birthday, as promised...! mostly featuring hamuko, but there's some akihiko and junpei in there as well! no ships, just platonic stuff :)) happy birthday shinji, love you very much!!! <33333

#squishy tries to write #<- new tag new tag gonna USE THAT for fics now #uhhhh. sorry the quality is a bit rushed! i really didn't want it to be late but i didn't have much time to work on it lately bc of a trip #i prommy i'll post fics for shinji with more thought and time put into them when i'm not on a deadline!!#i'm also still learning and getting better with writing in general so uh. please be niceys thanks <3 #i still think it turned out cute despite everything!!! i hope you guys do too #shinjiro aragaki #hamuko arisato #junpei iori #akihiko sanada

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bruxairacunda · 8 days

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NEW FIC!

It's been a while since I last published a fic and when I'm back it's with a Persona 3 one instead of any of the drafts I have for Persona 5 fics I talked about . Sorry but I'm currently on a Persona 3 Reload brainrot and it seems that it's gonna last a while. However, I wanted to write my own November's Full Moon thingy and here I am with something a lot longer than intented, as usual. Of course it has to be Akimitsu because apparenty I like to punish myself loving ships hated by the fandom

Because you’ll be back, right? He asked with his eyes, too afraid to do it directly. She looked away, thanking him again, and she same dense silence as before formed between them. He hated that. That wasn’t them. They were comfortable silences, and silly bantering about school, and scolding because of his recklessness, and deep conversations about Tartarus. Not whatever in hell that was. His heart ache.

#persona 3 #persona 3 reload #bruxawrites #mitsuru kirijo #akihiko sanada #akimitsu #akihiko/mitsuru #mitsuru/akihiko #persona 3 fanfiction #persona 3 fanfic #persona 3 fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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mikaharuka · 8 months

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The Space Between - Official Post

So... the reveals for the Rare Male Slash Exchange (RMSE) finally happened today, so here I am sharing the three fics I wrote for it!

All three fics are in my Masterpost and my Mizuka's Odyssey series!

So... I wrote for Dracula, Fire Emblem Awakening, and Persona 3! [links go to AO3 - all three fics are rated M and have 1000 words]

This fic is particularly special, because my assignment was none other than my friend, Bleep (@bleepbloopbotz)! We share quite a few fandoms and ships, including Megaten! I've always been a fan of the Shin Megami Tensei mainline series, along with Persona 3 and 4... and with Persona 3 Portable, the female MC, and the slew of male romantic interests and social links, this was a perfect match!

Title: The Space Between

Fandom: Persona 3

Ship: Arisato Minato/Sanada Akihiko, Minato & Minako

Rating: Mature

Category: M/M

Word Count: 1000 words

Summary: Minato follows his connection with Akihiko through space.

You may be interested? @mrsmungus, @udaberriwrites, @magma-saarebas19, @aislinnstanaka, @lena-hills, @bees-and-sunshine @bleepbloopbotz, @sliebman10, @axolotlsupremacyowo, @tsunderewatermelon, @0nelittlebirdtoldme, @argyleheir

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queen-ofsunflowers · 3 months

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Lives on the Line; Winner Takes All - Chapter 6

During their investigation, everyone can agree that a certain member of the team is acting suspicious. Meanwhile, Mitsuru has to relive the second worst night of her life.

I apologize for how late in the day this chapter is getting posted. I usually upload and prepare everything the day before I update, but I forgot to do that yesterday and failed to realize it until this morning. That's on me. ANYWAY. The following chapter contains mentions of stress and anxiety. It also contains assault on a child (I believe, anyway) and vampire bites. ...and murder. Unadulterated murder.

#persona 3 #persona 3 au #monsters and magic au #fic: lives on the line; winner takes all #queen's works #fuuka yamagishi #mitsuru kirijo #akihiko sanada #aigis #metis #shinjiro aragaki #ryoji mochizuki #junpei iori #yukari takeba #koromaru #ken amada

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ticklygiggles · 2 years

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babybaby! can I request lee!haruki, ler!akihiko (given) + armpits please 😇 *sends smooches*

*sends smooches back* baaabyyy~ I hope you enjoy this! I love you 💕💕

"AHAHAHAHA! Ohmygahahahad! Akihihikohoho!" Haruki shrieked with laughter. He tried to squirm away, but Akihiko's weight on top of him barely let him move, let alone escape from those evil fingers scribbling and digging under his arms. "No more! No mohohohore!"

"Promise that you'll delete them," Akihiko calmly said and Haruhi shook his head. "Listen! Lihihihisten! N-Nohohone wihihihill- AHAHAHA! Plehehehease!" Tears of laughter were rolling down his cheeks as he desperately tried to convinced Akihiko that the pictures that he took while Akihiko was asleep weren't going to be seen by anyone else besides him, but goodness, he was relentless!

"I won't stop until you promise you'll delete them," Akihiko warned, a playful grin on his lips as his fingers sped up, making Haruki nearly lose his mind. "FIHIHINE! J-Juhuhust plehehease stohohop!" He begged, laughing in hysterics. "You promise?" Haruki shrieked. "I prohohohomise, dahahammit!" Akihiko stopped right away and Haruki went limp against the couch. "I'll... Ihihi'll juhust keep ohohone, okahAHAHA! NO! Nohoho, I wohohon't! I wohohon't! I'm kihihihidding!"

[3 sentence fic: send a lee, a ler and a tickle spot!] Send no more please ^^

#3 sentence fic #Given #Nakayama Haruki #Kaji Akihiko #Akihiko x Haruki #ticklish!Haruki #mia's things #ginnycakes

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restinpeacesensei · 11 months

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ive had this image in my head ever since reading @fortune-maiden‘s fic Dreaming Big !! ;;w;;

#beppu akihiko #beppu haruhiko #boueibu #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love!#dadacha #my art #my comic #inspired by fic

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anonymouslyel · 15 days

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akiharu wherein akihiko laments that he can't easily carry haruki bride style anymore bc haruki, across the years, somehow bulked up. not overly, just gained some muscles and overall just maintained it to be fit and healthy. akihiko can still carry him but its not the same years back where he can just easily swoop haruki up and turn around a few times while hearing haruki giggle. now, he has to ready himself, steady, and count to three, he can't turn around a few times as easily as before.

#bulked up haruki hnggg #handsome strong man #akiharu #given #given manga #given 10th mix #kaji akihiko #nakayama haruki #thoughts!!!#my fic

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kumeko · 1 year

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A/N: For the Festival of Stars: A Persona Wish zine! One day I’ll finish P1/2/4/5 and write about the other ones, but for now, I’ll take every chance to cram in MitsuAki that I can

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After months of fighting Shadows, the midnight city was a familiar one to Mitsuru. Streetlights lit the way home, stretching out into the distance like a pearl chain. The odd lamp flickered on and off, making a soft buzzing sound as they walked past. Iwatodai was usually just as lively at night as it was in the day, but even midnight was an hour too late for most. The odd car raced by, music blaring as it screeched and squealed through the empty streets.

A short, bark-like laugh drew her attention and Mitsuru turned away from the road and toward her two companions. Ahead of her, Shinjiro and Akihiko bumped into each other as they talked, their voices clashing against one another as though they were sparring. For friends, they argued a lot.

Then again, Mitsuru wasn’t one to talk. Aside from them, she couldn’t think of a single classmate she was close to. Maybe this was the norm.

Still, their argument today looked more like banter. Even Shinjiro, who Mitsuru found impossible to read on a good day, was smiling, his teeth showing as he tried and failed to hold back a laugh. Akihiko’s responding glare couldn’t disguise the mirth in his expression.

“What’s so funny?” she asked before she could stop herself. It was something that happened more and more these days. Perhaps Akihiko’s impulsiveness was rubbing off on her.

Shinjiro glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes studying her. Whatever he was searching for, he must have found it for he relaxed and smirked. With a teasing lilt, he explained, “Akihiko still believes in fairy tales.”

“Don’t say it like that!” Akihiko lightly punched Shinjiro’s shoulder, embarrassment clear in his voice. As they walked under a streetlight, Mitsuru could just make out his red ears.

“Then what am I supposed to say?” Shinjiro challenged, punching back. Akihiko almost stumbled onto the street from the force. “Akihiko believes in magic? Akihiko—”

“Come on man!” Akihiko growled, shoving and cutting him off before he could get any further. His cheeks flushed as he peeked at her and then away. Whatever it was, he clearly hadn’t wanted her to find out. “It isn’t like that.”

Shinjiro snorted. “It is—”

“Then what is it like?” Mitsuru asked, interrupting their argument before it could get any worse. She quickened her pace till she was right behind them.

Akihiko stiffened at her sudden proximity. When it was clear she wouldn’t let this go, he scratched the bandage on his cheek sheepishly. “That’s…” Clearing his throat, he mumbled awkwardly, “It’s…it’s just…”

She couldn’t make out the last part. “It’s just?”

Shinjiro merely laughed, neither helping nor stopping the sudden inquisition. Akihiko elbowed him in the gut. “You!”

Holding his hand up, Shinjiro weakly defended himself. “Alright, alright. I get it.”

“I still don’t,” Mitsuru pressed, before either could drop the subject. There were few things she disliked more than being left in the dark.

“That…” Akihiko cleared his throat. He rubbed his nose and sighed before reluctantly explaining. “Shooting stars.”

That clarified nothing. She frowned. “What about them?”

“You know, that old thing. You make a wish when you see one.” Akihiko shoved his hands in his pockets and scuffed his shoes on the sidewalk. “I was just thinking it’d be nice to see one.”

Vaguely, Mitsuru recalled hearing about that as a child. But they were in middle school now, far past the time for such childish indulgences. “That’s inane.”

To her surprise, Akihiko didn’t get angry. Instead, he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a little silly, yeah. I know it’s not true or that anything’ll happen but…” His expression softened, his eyes rising to the night sky. “It’s fun.”

Shinjiro nodded, looking oddly vulnerable as he also turned to the stars. “Yeah. It is.”

She didn’t have to ask to know who they were thinking of. Miki. Mitsuru knew a handful of facts about Akihiko’s sister, but it was enough for her to know that her ghost lingered here still. Neither of the boys in front of her were ready to let her go. And she didn’t have the heart to force them to.

Mitsuru followed their gaze. Between the streetlights and the bright moon, the stars were faint and hard to find. Intellectually, she knew the distance between them and those twinkling lights, knew the combination of gas and elements that composed each one, knew galaxies and constellations they belonged to.

“I don’t understand,” she finally said, tearing her eyes from the heavens and back to earth. “The stars are…just stars. And a shooting star isn’t even a star. Why make a wish on them?”

“You’re too practical, princess,” Shinjiro replied softly, though there was nothing cutting about his pet name for her.

“You don’t have to take it so seriously.” Still embarrassed, Akihiko ducked his head as he spoke. “Like I said, it’s just for fun. You can wish for anything.”

“Anything?” Mitsuru raised a brow.

“Yeah. Even impossible things.” Akihiko’s voice dropped a notch.

What did you wish for? Mitsuru knew better than to ask that question. She knew better than anyone just what impossible thing Akihiko and Shinjiro wished for. She knew better than anyone how desperate they were for it to come true, how unattainable that wish was, how insurmountable reality was.

What would I wish for?

Mitsuru was grateful they hadn’t asked, because even if she included impossible things, she wouldn’t know the answer to that.

ii.

The beach villa was oddly quiet. It had only been a few days since all of S.E.E.S. had come here, and every night had been filled with some excitement or another. When Junpei and Yukari had promised to enjoy it to the max, Mitsuru hadn’t expected them to stuff every hour with fireworks, ghost stories, and more. She wasn’t sure where they found the energy.

It was all too much for her. She had craved peace and quiet and she was glad that tonight, for once, the pair had finally stumbled into bed. Fuuka and Ken had guided them back, looking slightly worse for wear and just as exhausted as Mitsuru felt. Minato had disappeared to who knows where. The end result: the house felt oddly quiet and Mitsuru almost missed the noise.

Almost, save for the boy sitting on the porch next to her. Akihiko leaned against a post, yawning as he blearily stared out into the night. His dark red shirt clung to him like a second skin, still slightly damp from an earlier water fight. In the distance, waves crashed against an invisible shore. A warm wind blew, tangling her locks, and above them the stars shone bright in the moonless sky.

A comet streaked across the sky, short and fleeting, and Mitsuru remembered a laughter-filled night long ago. Fondly, she asked, “Do you still make wishes?”

That shook him out of his stupor. He jerked himself into an upright position, sitting up properly as he stirred into alertness. Akihiko stared at the sky blankly before turning to her, surprised. “You still remember that?”

“Of course.” Mitsuru smiled. She hadn’t forgotten a single thing about those days, when S.E.E.S. was just three kids fumbling in the dark. When her small world had expanded just a little, giving her a glimpse of possibility.

A possibility that had been snuffed out all too soon.

“Me too.” Akihiko sounded oddly pleased. She couldn’t understand why. He leaned back, his hand planted firmly on the wooden deck as he stared up at the stars. “Think you’ll make a wish? Or is it still pointless?”

She could hear the laughter in his voice, his question more teasing than barbed. Mitsuru clasped her hands on her lap as she considered his question. Even now, she couldn’t understand the merit of such a superstition.

“It is pointless, but I’ll do it.” Mitsuru turned to him with a smile, her hair falling over her shoulder. The only difference between now and then was that she had long since learned the value of such intangible things. “It’s for fun, right?”

Akihiko stared at her, eyes wide, before bursting into laughter. “Seriously?”

“Is it really that unbelievable?” Mitsuru asked, frowning. She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or not.

“Just a little.” He pinched his fingers, leaving a small gap between them, and smirked. “Can you blame me?”

She pursed her lips. In all honesty, she would have had the same misgivings a year ago. Just this once, she’d let it slide. “No.”

“So?” Akihiko watched her now, his eyes bright. The moonlight made his hair and eyes silver, giving him an eerie look. “What’ll you wish for?”

“I thought it wouldn’t come true if you tell?” Mitsuru retorted, raising a brow. She wasn’t entirely ignorant to the superstition.

“Well…yeah…” he admitted sheepishly, rubbing his neck. There was a bandage on his nose and Mitsuru couldn’t remember if she’d ever seen him without an injury of some kind. Part of her wondered if his nose was permanently broken. “But you didn’t actually make a wish yet, right?”

“Does that count?” Mitsuru exhaled softly, shaking her head. Not that such technicalities mattered anyways. It was a fantasy, not a fact. “I’d wish that we would defeat all the Shadows and end this.”

Akihiko chuckled. It was almost tender the way he bumped her shoulder, the way he shook his head. “That’s just like you. You know you can wish for something you want, right?”

“I want us to defeat the Shadows,” she curtly replied, scowling at his insinuation.

“That’s not what I…” Akihiko blanched, his shoulders slumping as he tried to explain himself. “I just mean…you could wish for something personal, ya know? Something that’s just for you, not for everyone else.”

“Oh.” Mitsuru looked away. “I guess so.”

“And?”

She shrugged. It wasn’t like she had any other wishes. Even now, she didn’t have an answer to that question. “I want to defeat the shadows.”

iii.

Mitsuru gazed fondly at the old brick building in front of her. Behind it, the sun had just set, its last golden rays disappearing into a velvety sky. The twilight hour gave everything a romantic feel. It was an appropriate feeling, considering this was the last time she’d see her old dorm.

“I knew we’d leave someday but…I dunno, I guess I didn’t think I’d miss it this much.” Akihiko said, his words echoing her thoughts. He stood right next to her, so close she could feel his warmth, so close she could bump shoulders with him if she were so inclined. He was tall, a whole head taller than her now, and she couldn’t say just when that had happened. They’d been together too long, his presence as familiar and comfortable as her shadow’s.

“It surprises me too.” Mitsuru kept her hands by her side and wetted her lips. “It’s a good thing. We’re not needed anymore. The danger’s finally gone.”

“Gone?” Akihiko questioned, a shadow crossing his face. “I’m not so sure about that.”

Involuntarily, Mitsuru’s gaze landed on the second floor. On Minato’s window. S.E.E.S had gathered around his room just before leaving, giving him a final farewell. Their lost leader, their fallen hero—Mitsuru wondered how long it’d take before the ache in her chest disappeared. Before she could think of him or her father and smile.

“The Shadows won’t return,” she finally said, stiffening her spine and squaring her shoulders. This wasn’t the time or place to dwell on the past. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Akihiko glanced at her and laughed. “Don’t know why I was worried.” He bumped shoulders with her gently. There was something terribly fond about his voice, about his eyes. “You’re here.”

She swallowed thickly. Composing herself, Mitsuru managed to reply, “And so are you.”

“That’s right.” He grinned, his usual cocky smirk. Akihiko shoved his hands in his pockets as he took in the building once more. “We’ll keep the world safe for them. You know, for all that happened, I actually liked living here. We had some good times. More than the bad.”

“This last year especially…” Mitsuru closed her eyes, inhaling softly. The noisy dinners, the crowded living room, the way the building was never entirely empty—she hadn’t thought she’d like it as much as she had.

And throughout it all had been Akihiko. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye. Even now, his profile was proud and confident, ready to take on the world. They might not see each other again after this. Mitsuru was off to university, to get a degree to help her with her business. Akihiko was bound for college, his future uncertain.

It bothered her more than she’d care to admit.

Akihiko looked up and grinned. “A shooting star. I’d wish for the dorm back but…” He chuckled wryly. “That wish kinda got us trapped in a time loop.”

“I’d rather not repeat today again.” Mitsuru shuddered. For a while, she had feared she’d never breathe fresh air again. “Besides, who knows what we might find in the future?”

His grey eyes locked onto hers as he agreed. “There’s always something better around the corner, right?”

This time, neither the cold nor fear caused her to shiver. Mitsuru looked away first and started walking down the sidewalk. “I’ll give you a ride.”

“Sure.” Akihiko nodded before trailing after her. Within seconds, his longer strides overtook hers. Hands in his pockets, he hunched forward till he seemed like he was her height. His eyes met hers, his dangling hair too short to hide his gaze. “So. What would you wish for?”

Mitsuru still had few wishes, and the only one on her mind right now was a want. A desire. And it was something she could make tangible with her own hands. “Let’s have dinner next week.”

“Huh?” Akihiko blinked, bemused. When she didn’t add anything, he cocked his head. “Sure, but what does that have to do with anything?”

Everything. Mitsuru smiled mysteriously. “Like you said, we can’t wish for the dorm to come back. However, we can still meet.”’

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Mitsuru had memorized Akihiko’s profile at night. It was impossible not to, after years of working together, after years of fighting and patching each other up. By now, she knew him better by the light of a streetlamp than she did the sun.

Even tonight was no exception—the moon was high in the sky as they leaned against her motorcycle, beers in hand. Akihiko balanced a container of takoyaki in his other hand. His skin was lightly flushed and by the tingle in her hands, she knew hers was no better. They’d have to walk off the alcohol before she could drive him home.

It was hard to care when he smiled at her, goofy and smug. “I know it’s a dive, but it hits the spot.”

Mitsuru glanced at the street stall in front of her, manned by a little old lady with the skills of a finely tuned machine. Exhausted office workers, rebellious teenagers, and more drifted to and from the stall. She hummed her agreement. “It is nice to go to places like this once in a while.”

Akihiko set his can on her motorcycle seat. She eyed it warily, ready should it spill and fall over. The last time he’d done that, the seat had been sticky for weeks. Maybe she hadn’t punished and threatened him enough, if he was risking a repeat.

“I bet you’d never go to places like this if it weren’t for me,” Akihiko boasted, baselessly as cocky and confident as ever. It was a strange thing to be proud of. Even now, she didn’t understand him entirely.

There was no point in denying it. “I suppose not. You have given me a craving for it.” Mitsuru took a swig of her beer, the quality lower than anything she owned in her apartment. Somehow, she didn’t mind when she was with him. “The reverse is true. You wouldn’t enter any of my favourite restaurants if it weren’t for me.”

Akihiko snorted as he blew on a takoyaki ball. The steam wafted in the air and dissipated. There was no bitterness in his voice as he agreed, they’d known each other too long for that. “Yeah, of course. It’s outta my pay grade.”

“Just a smidge,” she agreed lightly, tilting her head back to admire the sky. “It’s a nice night.”

“Yeah.” Akihiko bumped shoulders with her. He’d been doing that a lot lately, ever since they’d graduated in fact. It was oddly affectionate and she didn’t miss the red in his ears as he pulled back. “I didn’t think we’d do this so often.”

“Oh?” She glanced at him curiously, trying to gauge his feelings. “Would you prefer otherwise?”

“No,” Akihiko denied immediately and bluntly, filling her with ease. He stared at the takoyaki ball he was about to eat. “Just…surprised, you know. When we first met, I didn’t think we’d end up drinking beer like this.”

Another thing she couldn’t deny. Mitsuru tapped her beer can. “Things change…I used to regret dragging you into this but…well, it’s a little selfish, but I’m glad you were there.”

“Me too.” He grinned, his eyes soft. It was strange how everything about him seemed soft in the dim light. Part of Akihiko didn’t seem real, solid, and she resisted the urge to touch him. “You know you can be a little selfish, right?”

A shooting star caught her eye and Mitsuru jerked her head up. “Oh. Make a wish.”

Akihiko chuckled as he looked up. “Never thought you’d say that either.”

“Well, I did.” She focused on him. “What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” Akihiko protested. When she gave him a look, he sighed and looked away. His ears were red again. “Just that…we keep doing this.”

Her breath hitched. Mitsuru reached down, taking his calloused hand into her own. Her skin burned at the contact. He was real, he was real and he was solid, and perhaps it was time she stopped this dance of theirs. “Me too.”

#akihiko sanada #mitsuru kirijo #shinjiro aragaki #persona 3 #akimitsu #fanfic #akihiko x mitsuru #i love these two so much #and somehow get shinjiro into most of my fics of them #dead but not forgotten

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