Heâs not sure what happens next, but Soujiâs just hugging him and kissing him at the same time; his lips are wet and a little chapped but, marginally, Yosuke begins to relax whilst clinging to the other even tighterâ
âSorryâ,â he gasps against Soujiâs mouth, and theyâre a mess when Souji shakes his head and instead moves them both somewhere else; out of the bathroom they go and theyâre stumbling into a soft surface with even softer meshes and materials andâ
The pain and confusion and remorse all blends together in a strange pattern that only gets broken by a sweet sense of contentment that falls when they curl around each other. Not kissing, just existing together. He doesnât know how long they just lay there, twined around one another and breathing in each otherâs skin. Itâs soothing, calming, and both of their hiccups die down within an immeasurable amount of time.
âI missed you,â Souji breathes in the silence, and Yosuke realises it started to rain outside at one point. But Soujiâs warm to lie against, and the coolness has dulled to something manageable. He curls fuzzy fingers throughout silver tresses, carding absentmindedly, and a soft noise of approval escapes Souji.
âYeah, IâŠ,ââa soft laugh escapes Yosuke, still shaky and novel to his ears especially nowâ, âI missed you too, partner.â
another excerpt of magician like. five hundred years later.Â















