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"S-slow is nice. Slow is good." Fuuka added softly, her cheeks flushing the moment Yusuke mentioned how they would get red. It was a tell-tale sign that she was a bit embarrassed, if not flustered in the moment. One thing she wished would've gone away when she was younger. The slight pause in Yusuke's words as she watched him descending carefully towards her lips, feeling them part ever so slightly to let out a gasp, and felt his calloused fingers touching her cheek.

Oh such soft lips, and a wonderful kisser too. Yusuke's fortunate that he has experience in this area at the very least, the kiss lasted a little longer because of his hesitance of stepping away from her. He wanted the full experience with her until it was finally time to pull back from her.

There was a slight feeling of magnetism the moment he pulled away from her. He had no idea if it was because he wanted to kiss her for even longer or perhaps it's just his own body's bio-electricity working in tandem with his wants and needs but eventually he manages to pry himself off Fuuka's lips.

"...I almost forgot how to breathe, Yusuke." Fuuka admitted, and relieved that Yusuke removed his lips first. Fuuka knew she wouldn't be able to herself. "...I... ..." Now, she was speechless. Lowering her eyes, she moved her hand from his chest to her own, trying to calm the butterflies that seemed to make her heart flutter with excitement.

His hands wasn't great...was he really about to lose it all against her? Who would have thought luck was on this girl's side, still he had to hang on and maybe he could win it all...or he was gonna end with nothing on by the end of this.

Fuuka crossed her arms and sighed. "I guess this was a loss for me? Unless you have something worse than me?"

She is lying through her teeth. Fuuka was getting by on pure luck. She reshuffled the cards and began to pass them out--five to Shinjiro and five to her. Her hand looked okay, but she frowned on purpose. Hoping to throw him off.

Okay... I need a two fives and a seven. I have a pair but need a full house. ...hmmm...

Fuuka lightly tapped the end of her pencil on her cheek, wondering if she could just push this homework of hers to later tonight. It was a Thursday and the homework for this class wasn't due until Tuesday. ...so MAYBE she could skip a day? Fuuka groaned and ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out some strands.

"Take Chemistry 2, they say. It'll be easy, they say. College will be so much fun, they say." She rolled her eyes and laid her pencil down on the paper and looked around the library. Fuuka knew she could easily study in her own condo that Mitsuru got her, but her home had so much distraction that she'd never get homework done. Ever. Though, something else was distracting her--a poor student snoring from... exhaustion? Sleep deprived?

Fuuka didn't mean to chuckle, but the way he was acting was so innocent and precious. She began to turn on her heels, knowing he was doing okay for now, until he asked her a question. "Oh? Of course! How can I help?" Fuuka asked, watching his fingers motion towards the book in front of him.

Introduction to Law 101 Everything You Need to Know about Japanese Law

"I think it would." She said without even thinking for a second longer. "I would also think having a clean record at school, as well as keeping yourself in shape would benefit you in the long run. And volunteering for the community will show you have a connection to all sorts of people, meaning that you are welcoming no matter the situation." Fuuka explained, ready to go more into detail since Akihiko seemed to have the idea back when he was a senior in high school. ...which seemed to be eons ago in this time and age.

Another chapter this week! Anyway, this was something my friend requested me to work on because they wanted to see more Fuuka stuff (Also the fact this was somewhat easy to edit helped). I mean if you enjoyed Fuuka’s storyline, I think you’ll enjoy this

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Title: Hello, Friend.

Artist: Aya Fumio (文尾 文)

Chapter: 4

Source: Persona 3 Movie Comic Anthology (DNA Media Comics)

Proofreader: @elle-p

“Uh…I know how but I don’t think I’d do much good.”

After all Hana didn’t exactly have much weight to push into it. Being only 4’9 she weighed about 96 pounds. (With her chest accounting for about 7 of those pounds.)

Once Hana mentioned her big bro, Fuuka gasped and turned to face Hana with a hint of pink blush on her cheeks. "N-noooo..." She lowered her eyes, trying her best to not even think about Akihiko rubbing at her sore muscles. ...with his strong hands on her body... Fuuka shook her head quickly, trying to rid herself of her thoughts.

It’s your muses’ first time seeing my muse fight seriously. Send “What happened to you..!?” for my muse to realize that yours had just witnessed a brutal scene. -> ♚— Alternatively, send “You shouldn’t have seen that.” for my muse’s first time witnessing yours fight seriously.

It happened in a blink of an eye.

Fuuka had beg Teddie for weeks to take her into the TV World--to help her train against shadows. To help her channel Juno into being stronger so she can get stronger. And after the fifth time asking, it worked. But, never would she have thought it would turn on a dime.

The bright, beautiful world that the TV world wanted to show Fuuka quickly turned into dark clouds rolling in, thunder rolling and lightning striking in the background. Fuuka's first time in this world was all ready to kick her right back out. Quickly deciding to summon Juno, she felt something tugging at her leg and realized it was a shadow.

"L-let go of me!" She screamed, her eyes shooting to Teddie for a reprieve and then beginning to kick the shadow in the face with her other foot. After the third attempt, she was freed. Fuuka scrambled to her feet and found that shadows started to form around them. She saw Teddie's back was to her, unsure of what he was thinking, and as Fuuka began to summon Juno, something shifted in the air.

Fuuka knew what Teddie truly was. And yet, she was reeled in by his charismatic nature, happiness, and something she needed after her high school years. A part of her wondered for a moment if anyone else knew of Teddie's nature--Aigis? The Investigation Team? Watching the shadows exploding away from her and Teddie, she had to shield her eyes as the shadows disintegrated around them.

Without fully understanding why, he had been making excuses for why he couldn’t oversee Fuuka’s combat training. He had work, he was tired from work, he made other plans that day. No, inside he knew why he was doing this. To Teddie’s knowledge, there was only one other person whose navigator Persona developed combat abilities, and that was years ago. If Fuu-chan hadn’t been able to do this before…he wanted her to be safe.

But, no one would give her the time of day--everyone was busy. Everyone had a life. It took Teddie asking if she was okay to bring herself back to reality and out of her thoughts. Fuuka seemed to be thinking too deep in her thoughts recently. "I... ...y-yes." She softly said. Her eyes looked up into Teddie's, realizing his eyes were back to normal. Back to those normal, beautiful, ocean eyes.

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“Uh…I know how but I don’t think I’d do much good.”

After all Hana didn’t exactly have much weight to push into it. Being only 4’9 she weighed about 96 pounds. (With her chest accounting for about 7 of those pounds.)

Fuuka was envious of Hana being able to speak Spanish. Fuuka was already adept in Japanese and English but Spanish was something she'd have to try learning and leave the French to Mitsuru. Then again, wouldn't Aigis know most of the languages in the world?

Her shoulders rose high and then lowered once she took a deep breath in and out. "I may be a bit old school, Yusuke, but I want you to work to get my clothes off." Fuuka explained slowly, walking closer to Yusuke and stopping inches from him. The height difference was so obvious, it always will be with Fuuka being just about 5 feet tall.

“Don’t ya think I already worked for the chance??” He asked playfully, but now he’s doing mental gymnastics. For one he’s been with her long enough to tell her his secret job beyond selling food, then there’s also the fact that he’s a demon and Puu isn’t just some stuffed animal he keeps around to attract people to eat at his truck because mascots were all the rage.

"S-slow is nice. Slow is good." Fuuka added softly, her cheeks flushing the moment Yusuke mentioned how they would get red. It was a tell-tale sign that she was a bit embarrassed, if not flustered in the moment. One thing she wished would've gone away when she was younger. The slight pause in Yusuke's words as she watched him descending carefully towards her lips, feeling them part ever so slightly to let out a gasp, and felt his calloused fingers touching her cheek.