The neon lights of the Shibuya arcade buzzed with electronic music, flashing game cabinets, and the high pitched sounds of crane machines. Right in the middle of the crowded floor stood the Purikura photo booth, its bright pink curtains practically glowing.
"Aw, man, for real?" ryuji groaned loudly, nearly tripping over his own sneakers as you dragged him into the booth by his uniform sleeve. He roughly rubbed the back of his neck, his bleached blonde hair catching the harsh fluorescent glare inside the small box. "We're really doin' this? I look like a total mess, dude. I’m just gonna ruin your aesthetic."
"You look great, ryu. Just get ready," you laughed, tossing a few hundred-yen coins into the slot.
The machine instantly chimed with a high pitched beep, a cheerful digital voice announcing a quick countdown for the first shot.
「スリー、ツー、ワン、パシャッ！」
"Three, Two, One, ..."
Ryuji immediately panicked, scrambling to look tough the second the screen started flashing. He crossed his arms over his open school jacket, squinting at the lens like he was trying to look menacing, but the whole vibe was completely ruined when he instinctively threw up a goofy peace sign. You just laughed, leaning your weight right against his side to pull him closer into the shot.
Flash!
The screen blinked, processing the image. Within seconds, the booth's automatic beauty filters loaded up on the display and ryuji’s jaw dropped.
The software had completely dismantled his 'tough' look. Ryuji's eyes were suddenly twice their normal size, filled with glittering sparkles you'd only see in anime. A layer of bright pastel pink blush was smeared across his cheekbones, and a pair of fluffy white kitten ears were perfectly tracked onto his blonde hair.
"Holy crap! Yo, wait, turn it off!" ryuji yelled at the top of his lungs, his arms flailing in the cramped space. "No effin' way! What the hell did it do to my face?! I look like a total dork, man!"
"You look adorable!" you wheezed, completely doubled over in laughter as the digital timer immediately started ticking down for the second photo.
"Adorable?! Come on, I'm supposed to look cool for you!" ryuji panicked, his actual face and ears turning a bright red that easily beat the digital blush on the screen.
Before he could even process the second countdown, the camera beeped again. Realizing he was out of time, Ryuji instinctively reached out to pull you into the frame. His hand caught your waist, tugging you flush against his chest so you wouldn't get cut out of the shot. He managed to look at the lens just in time, his eyes wide and face flustered burned red.
Flash!
"We have one more shot left!" you yelled over the machine's upbeat music.
"Wait, another one?!" he gasped, he's already failed two of them!
With only three seconds remaining on the screen, you get up on your tip toes and suddenly plant a playful kiss right on his burning cheek. ryuji completely froze. His entire brain short-circuited, his arms locking rigidly around you as his eyes turned into literal dinner saucers on the display monitor.
Flash!
When the glossy printed sheets finally slid out of the dispenser outside the booth, ryuji snatched them up immediately, grumbling under his breath. He stared down at the stickers, his ears and face still burning hot.
The final photo was an absolute masterpiece. It captured you smiling brightly against his cheek kissing it, while ryuji just stood there looking like he'd been to war. Sparkle eyes, cat ears, and all.
He let out a defeated sigh, a small smile finally breaking through his tough exterior. He carefully folded the sheet and slid it straight into his wallet.
"Fine... whatever," he mumbled, entirely refusing to look you in the eye as he wrapped his arm securely over your shoulder to lead you out of the arcade. "But if any of the guys at school see this, you're tellin' them it was my doppelgänger. For real."
"Oh so you want people to think I went out on a date with someone who looks like you??"
"Wha-?! Nevermind-!!"
notes : evil laugh. hi guys, I promise I see ur requests, I just wasn't able to post anything until I fixed my masterlist so I did that today! also I had a job interview yesterday...lets hope I get it! pls be kind, feedback is welcome as long as its not rude/bullying!
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ryuji and you talk a lot during class. the two of you use all forms of communication too; whispers, paper notes, eye contact… until you guys got caught.
it’s just some paper note you seemingly pass with ease, but this time carries a message to needing to be revealed. you have been pining over ryuji, and today, you to let these feelings within your heart loose on paper.
oblivious to today’s lesson in the classroom, you tap ryuji’s shoulder, waking him up from his daily in-class nap. he slowly drags the weight of his head in your direction while wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. you speak with your eyes, making contact with his own, and then to the pink note poking out between your fingers. you slyly pass him the note, sliding it briskly on top of his desk right before the teacher turns back to face the classroom.
ryuji rubs the grogginess from his vision and tosses you a confused look. what’s up? ryuji thinks to himself as he opens up the small note, not quite expecting the its beginning words. as he keeps reading, some light pink-ish colors show themselves on his cheeks. as he reads, “ryuji, i like you” he turns around with a faint smolder to his smile and his eyes look at you with pure elation.
your hands are covering your uncontrollable laughs as you try, but fail to be discrete in the classroom setting. catching your breath, you wave a playful hand to him and mouth to him silently, “keep reading” and his eyes continue traveling down the piece of paper. within seconds he’s completely flush in the face from your written words. he sharply turns his head back to you again, this time with a big ol’ golden retriever grin and quietly exclaims, “are you for real!?”
you nod your head vigorously out of excitement and whisper him a “yes! yes! yes!”, and then your teacher yells from across the classroom, “mr. sakamoto!” ryuji’s eyes gape and he immediately shoves the paper note into his pant pocket.
“real quick,” ryuji whips around to face you and confesses, “i like you too, almost a little too much.” the two of you share chuckles in the little situation you’ve found yourselves in.
“yeah i know bad-boy,” you stick your tongue out with a tease and pass him a flirty wink.
and the punk has the audacity to playfully blow you a kiss back.
I love your fics!....Please could you do a small fic/ with a pregnant s/o with Goro ,Ryuji and Akira ? Like how each of them would treat their s/o when their s/o is pregnant.
A/N: laughs . Reader is GN!
Goro and Pregnant!S/O
Like father like son. Deadbeat dad. Disappears after a week once he said he was gonna get milk from the store
I’m only mildly joking
No, goro would not abandon you or his baby. But he would be the most scared out of the three to receive the news
Please don’t get pregnant until many many years after the main plot where Goro has had the chance to receive therapy
Goro would need a lot of time to get used to the idea of him being a father in the near-future. So, no, he wouldn’t disappear and leave you, but the first few months where you can still do most things on your own and you don’t need to rely on him as much- he’s sort of flighty. Wouldn’t be unusual for him to take off during the weekend, but he’d at least tell you where he’s going and text you when he’s coming back
Just needs a lot of coping and alone time. And then eventually he’ll kick himself in the balls or ask someone to kick him in the balls since he can’t really do it himself
And then he’ll step up and be there for you.
Once he’s ready, he’ll be studying a lot. Reading all the pregnancy books he can and looking at things like the diet you should have and the amount of exercise you should be doing each day and week
If you really want to be a parent with him, and you want to do all of this with him, be prepared for him to be stern and unrelenting. He’s already 80% sure the baby will be mentally fucked up thanks to him so he at least wants the baby to be 100% physically healthy to prepare for that
Of course he can’t actually control the outcome of the birth and how the baby will be. But he likes to think he can
A very protective dad as well. When you’re in labor he definitely doesn’t like the amount of pain you’re in and he’s kind of like “WHY ARE THEY SCREAMING SO MUCH”
Goro you are also screaming. Calm down
But also seeing you in so much pain and all the blood and just all of it during your labor is very uncomfortable for him. He might have to leave the room a few times to catch his breath, but then he’ll come back in and back to your side, holding your hand just as hard as you’re holding his.
I’d talk more on this topic but I have to write for the others so I’m done now
Akira and Pregnant!S/O
When he finds out you’re pregnant, it’s definitely a shocker, but he doesn’t really express it visibly. Kinda just goes still, eventually says “oh. Alright. What do you need?”
Not even sure if he wants to be a dad and if he’s ready, but he’s willing to help you if you need him!
Bad. Smack him. Bad response
Like Akechi, but not at all to a similar extent, he’ll need time to process the information and mull it over. Not because he’s afraid, but because Akira has to assess what he wants
Akira is a people pleaser, a man with many masks. He’s lost sight of himself more than once because at times he’s not even sure who he really is
His wobbling grasp on his own self makes him uncomfortable and doubtful about his ability to be a parent. He’s not sure if he’s the best parental figure for a child
Despite that, though, he loves you, and he wants to help you. He’ll help you throughout the entire pregnancy and either move in with you/have you move in with him.
Your relationship is a bit strained because of the fact that Akira has no idea what he wants, but the two of you make it work and decide not to talk about it for now and just focus on the task at hand. The pregnancy
It’s during the pregnancy that Akira loosens up and slowly gets more comfortable. As your belly grows and the baby starts kicking, it kind of makes him realize twice-over that you really are carrying a kid that’s half-you and half-him
Huh. Funny how that works
Falls asleep with his head on your belly a lot. Hearing the baby is kind of soothing to him
He also tries to participate in your routines and diets as much as he can. But when you’re not looking or he’s out of the house, he’ll drink as much coffee as he possibly can. It’s the one thing he’s lied to you about. He told you he quit coffee for you but it was a lie a bold face LIE
Once the baby is born, that’s the last straw. After being through the terrifying event that is your labor, and hearing the baby cry for the first time, he’s like “oh. That’s my kid. That’s my kid”
Protective dad instincts all of the sudden and doesn’t like the doctors holding his kid at all
He’ll be a fine parent. Akira just doubts himself a lot, but being with you, you’ll help him and you’ll raise your child together.
Proposes to you like 6 months after your baby is born
Ryuji and Pregnant!S/O
You both absolutely got pregnant during your last year of high school wdym lol
Irresponsible SHIT of course he becomes a dad at the ripe age of 19
You tell him about your pregnancy right away, and when you do, he’s definitely in shock as much as you are
Freaks out a lot and yells very loudly and has a meltdown because he’s not at all ready to be a dad and you’re right there with him
Both of you seriously consider giving the baby up or something like that. But eventually you’ll agree to raising the child together
Probably puts a halt on Ryuji’s running career, but that’s fine. You and his new family is much more important to him than his love for athletics
Eventually he’ll get back into it, because you promised him that he would. You also want to see him thrive and you know that track is his passion. But for now, focus on the baby
Because of his knowledge of athletics, though, you’ve officially scored yourself a supportive trainer during your pregnancy! You WILL be walking at least a mile every day. At Least
Ryuji isn’t as fucked up as Akira and Akechi okay lmao he’s very sweet and loving
He also tries to get a handle on his yelling and swearing while you’re pregnant because he doesn’t want to have those habits once the baby is born
His mother is also very supportive and willing to have you live in her house once you become bigger and the baby is born
Ryuji will also start working more seriously to save up money so the two of you can live at your own place eventually, too
Just a lot of part-time jobs, but it’s better than nothing
Also never allows alcohol in the house and says once the baby is born, you can drink if you want, but just don’t do it in the house with the baby around for the sake of his comfort
Not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just a comfort thing.
He also immediately told all of the thieves that he’s going to be a dad and he was immediately bombarded with shouting and questioning- especially from makoto- but BESIDES the initial reaction, he has all the support in the world from his friends and you guys get a lot of baby clothes and essentials from them. Mainly haru, bc she’s loaded and she loves you and Ryuji very much
Akira is officially the Uncle and Ann is the Aunt. No further questions
Ryuji rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. There’s no confidence in the way he avoids eye contact with Morgana, or the way he keeps glancing over the bouquet of flowers on the table.
“I told her they were for someone else,” he mumbles, and even before Morgana answers, Ryuji knows he’s in for it.
“You did what?!” The cat jumps down from the stool at the front of the cafe and up to the table, beside the flowers. “Why?” he asks, and there’s not half the trace of teasing as much as there’s just genuine disbelief. It makes Ryuji wince on the inside.
“I just panicked, alright! When she came up to me and asked who the flowers were for, I told her they were for a friend.”
Morgana looks directly at him. There’s a little swish to his tail as he waves it about, and Ryuji can’t help but feel like it’s counting down the seconds till the both of them come to the conclusion he’s a certified imbecile: tick tock, tick tock, tick -
“Wow. I mean, I know I joked about you being an idiot before, but even I could have never predicted this.”
Ryuji smacks his head against the table.
There’s the scent of coffee about, but all it works to do is make him dizzy. He doesn’t even like coffee. The only reason he keeps coming back here is because he likes the way she looks in an apron.
Hell, he even pretends to like drinking it when she makes it for him - because maybe, just maybe, seeing her go through all the trouble to prepare the blend just for him makes his heart leap to his throat in a way that’s worth whatever bitterness his tongue has to endure.
(Besides, it smells a little bit like her, and that kind of makes it alright.)
“You realise that you’ve really done it this time, right?” Morgana says, and Ryuji can’t say he was expecting anything more encouraging. “Valentine’s day is tomorrow, and she’s not exactly unpopular; her phone was blowing up all day.”
“Wait, it was?” He asks, and immediately deflates. “Oh man. I knew she was out of my league, but…” he trails off, and deep lines wrinkle his forehead. Morgana thinks this is probably what heartbreak looks like.
“Yeah. Out of all those messages, she decided to hang out with you for today, and you still managed to mess it up. Honestly, I can’t even say I’m surprised.”
Another bang rattles the entire table as Ryuji slams his head against the desk, but he doesn’t even bother to sit up this time. Instead, he rolls on his forehead to stare at the wall. His entire face is scrunched up, like he’s bracing himself for a physical hit.
“Who else was there?” he asks, knowing it’ll hurt.
“As if I’d remember them all. Half of them were names I’d never heard of.” Morgana leans down on his front paws to stretch. In truth, he’s kind of enjoying this. Whether it’s because he treasures every chance he has at putting Ryuji down (likely) or because there’s still unrelieved bitterness from when he stared forlornly over her shoulder to look at her phone, wishing desperately for a human body that would be more to her liking, (still likely, if he’s honest) he can’t tell.
“Even Yusuke asked her if she was free to go to some kind of museum for the day,” Morgana continues. “I didn’t even realise he knew what Valentine’s day was.”
Ryuji looks surprised.
“Really? I’m getting competition from him?”
“Yeah,” Morgana says, like it’s obvious, “and Mishima.”
There’s a long groan that comes from Ryuji, out from where tangles of frustration frizzle in his stomach. It helps a little at first, because he feels himself get less annoyed, but they’re quickly replaced by long, stringy, clumps of despondence.
Ryuji knocks his head against the table a couple more times for good measure, but he can’t muster up the effort to put any force into it anymore. Morgana catches himself enjoying Ryuji’s despair, and this time he’s sure it’s because he feels the same thing himself.
He wants to drive the point home.
“You can’t even take them to her and apologise. She’ll totally think the other girl rejected you and she’s your rebound.”
It’s not necessarily true, but for the moment, it can be.
“I’m totally screwed,” he says, and Morgana thinks he can hear his voice crack a little.
Yusuke asks you to model for his art. Things don’t go as planned.
Crossposted from AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11004249 )
Yusuke was always the eccentric type. You’d known that ever since the two of you had started dating, and that was part of the reason you were drawn to him in the first place. You always found his blazing passion to be charming, and when it came to art, you were willing to help in whatever way possible. You weren’t an artist yourself, but seeing the soft, proud smile on your boyfriend’s face was enough to motivate you.
This favor, however, seemed a little less artistically motivated than normal.
The two of you were in his dorm, and you found yourself laid out on the futon, wrapped up in intricate rope patterns. Every bit of material was pressed against your body just right, and just enough to make your whole body feel hot. If that weren’t enough, Yusuke hovered above you, sketchbook in hand and eyes darting between you and the paper. You could feel your face flush with every glance. The way he looks down at you as he studies your features makes you feel like you could faint, and you want so badly to feel him. You swallow hard, wanting to speak but a lump forms in your throat. Yusuke takes notice, his eyes focusing on you as you squirm lightly under him. A small smile plays on his lips, and you can almost feel how much he’s enjoying this.
“Is something the matter, dear? If the ropes are too tight, please, let me know. I wouldn’t want you to be...too uncomfortable,” he said, reaching down and tracing his brush along your stomach where the ropes pressed in. You shiver softly, arching your back to try and feel more of his touch. He simply chuckles, bringing the brush back up to his paper. “If you behave yourself, I’ll certainly reward you. Understand?”
“G-Goddammit, Yusuke,” you finally choke out, “You just love teasing me like this, don’t you?” This wasn’t the first time the two of you had been intimate. Yusuke was always a gentle, passionate lover, putting your needs above his own. While he liked to take charge, it was rare for him to dominate you like this, leaving you completely powerless. You couldn’t say you disliked it, though, as the tone in his voice and the look in his eyes when he was in this mood made you like putty in his hands. He was a natural. You could feel him looking at you again, his stare burning a hole through your chest.
“My, rather harsh language, don’t you think?” he cooed softly, this time bringing his fingers down against your skin. You can’t help but sigh shakily, the warmth of his skin fueling the fire in your body. “Are you that desperate for punishment? Or is it that you’re too impatient to wait for your reward?” his fingers traced up your thigh, stopping at a section of rope right below your pelvis. A soft whine is caught in your throat and you look up at him, a hint of desperation in your eyes.
“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this,” you breath, directing your eyes to the obvious tent in his pants, “It’s obvious how badly y-you want this too”. He chuckles lowly, and the sound sends a chill up your spine. Yusuke tosses his sketchbook to the side before leaning in, his body pressed against you and his lips inches above yours. His hand trails up your body slowly, fingertips pressing against your most sensitive spots.
“Such a back-talker...perhaps we should make better use of your mouth, hm..? Do you want me that badly?” he whispered huskily, adjusting himself so that his lips are resting right above your ear. The heat between your legs grows as you nod slowly, giving a soft verbal confirmation. You hear a soft chuckle as he sits up, resting on his knees before reaching down and sitting you up as well. He looks down at you, a smirk still on his features as his hands trail to his belt, working slowly to unfasten it. You can’t do much besides bite your lip and watch his fingers work, feeling your desperation grow more as he moved. After what felt like forever, his belt was undone and tossed to the side. His pants were tugged down soon after, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. You watched as his thumbs trailed under the elastic, but remained in their place without movement.
“Ask nicely,” he commanded, “and you’ll get your reward.”
“Yusuke...p-please let me…” you trail off, feeling your cheeks blazing as you struggle with your words.
“Please what? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what it is you want, my dear.”
“Please...let me s-suck your cock…” you stammer, not able to look him in the eyes as you finish the sentence. One of his hands softly cups your cheek and tilts your face upwards. He flashes you a smile, giving you a quick peck before tugging down the fabric of his underwear.
“As you wish. Perhaps if you do a good enough job I’ll reward you further”.You felt a flare of heat in your stomach, as his words motivated you to do your best. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, guiding you forward to take his hardened cock in your mouth. The brief saltiness overwhelmed you for a moment, but you ignored it, slowly bobbing your head in rhythm. You heard him hum softly above you, a small indication that you’re doing well. You look up at him and see he has his head leaned back, his free hand covering his mouth. Seeing him beginning to come undone pushes you more, and you pick up your pace, bobbing quicker and rolling your tongue along all the spots you know he loves. Finally you can hear him moaning softly, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. He looks back down at you, a crimson blush covering his cheeks.
“You look so beautiful like this...lips wrapped around my cock, like you need it…” he chuckles to himself, his words beginning to sound more staggered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly, “truly, it’s breathtaking.” You close your eyes, letting his words encourage you to focus solely on his pleasure. The salty taste from earlier returns, and you can tell he’s reaching his limit. Within a moment, he’s pulled you back, your mouth making a wet pop with the sudden movement.
“Was that good enough..?” you ask softly, doing your best to tease him in return for his behavior earlier. He takes a moment to compose himself, before caressing your cheek and smiling.
“That was very good, dear. Good enough to earn another reward, if that’s why you’re asking,” he purred. He lets his thumb trace your skin for another moment before he leans you back, letting you rest against the futon once more. As you begin to relax, you feel him raise your hips enough to slide a small pillow underneath them. The tightness in your stomach returns as you look to your boyfriend, who is now positioning himself between your legs. You go to speak, but the feeling of his hot breath against your thighs is overwhelming at this point. His lips press against your thighs and you relax against the blanket, your breathing picking up ever so slightly. The kisses against your thighs continue for what feels like forever before he tugs your hips forward slightly, and you know exactly what’s coming. It feels like an eternity before his tongue presses against your wet heat, and that alone is enough to send sparks through your body. You moan sharply, finally feeling relieved after all the teasing. You can hear him hum to himself as he gets to work, already making you feel like you could melt. Whenever the two of you were intimate, Yusuke would spend as much time as possible memorizing your body, so he always knew exactly where to touch, where to feel, where to kiss that would drive you crazy.
“Fuck, Yusuke...you’re making this hard...not letting me touch you like this…” you sighed, struggling against the ropes that kept you bound. All you heard was another satisfied hum from your lover, his hands digging into your thighs as he worked. You let out a soft whine, arching your hips against his mouth. His tongue traces along your core a few more times before he pulls back, a small smirk on his lips as you give him a dejected look.
“No need to look at me like that, we’re not done here. In fact, I think it’s time for your bigger reward, hm?” he hummed, leaning down and hovering over you. Your face flushes and you can only bite your lip, nodding in response. Yusuke gives you a soft smile, peppering kisses along your cheek and down your neck as he pulls your hips towards himself.
“Make sure you tell me if it’s uncomfortable, okay?” he coos, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. You nod, closing your eyes and stifling a moan as you feel him slowly thrust inside. He lets out a shaky sigh above you, continuing to pamper you with kisses and soft touches. After you give yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you open your eyes and look at him, smiling softly.
“Okay, I’m okay...you can move, Yusuke,” you sigh, bedy relaxing against the futon as he finally begins to move his hips. His cheeks are stained a similar shade of pink as yours as he begins thrusting, and he gazes down at you with the same intensity as earlier.
“You still look so beautiful...laid out under me like this...what a sight…” he purrs, his hips keeping a slow, sensual pace to their movements. You feel your heart skip a beat at his compliments, and you can only respond with a soft whimper. You feel one of his hands grip your hip, the other making its way back to your cheek and resting there. You nuzzle into his touch, wrapping your legs around his hips as best as you can with the ropes restraining you.
“Yusuke...p-please go faster..,” you whine, hips bucking up to try and create more friction. He does as asked, thrusting faster and gripping your hip tighter. Your moans begin to pick up in frequency, the all familiar heat building slowly in your stomach.
“Does that feel good, love? I can see it on your face. I want to hear you beg to finish,” he teases, a slight waver in his voice from his own pleasure. You can’t help but grumble to yourself softly, knowing he’s asking you to beg simply to see you flustered. It seems that Yusuke reads you all too well though, as one well timed, hard thrust has you immediately reconsider.
“Ahh-! Yusuke, please..,” you begin, feeling the heat burning your cheeks, “please l-let me...cum.” You hear him softly laugh above you, before he leans down and catches your lips in a kiss.
“Since you asked so nicely, dear, of course,” he retorts, diving back into the kiss after he finishes his thought. You feel his thrusts pick up, and he adjusts your hips so that you’re angled just right for him to be hitting your sweet spot over and over. It doesn’t take long for you to finish at that rate, your body arching up against his and tensing around him. You can hear him softly cooing in your ear as you come down from your high, relaxing against the futon.
“That’s it, good girl...just like that…” he keeps up his aggressive pace for a moment, before you feel him pull out. He chokes back a moan, and you feel his hot seed hit your stomach. You keep your eyes closed, taking a moment to relax and come down from your euphoria. After a moment, though, you’re concerned at the lack of your boyfriend’s touch, as you’d expect him to help untie you. You open your eyes and look around, spotting Yusuke sitting beside the futon, sketchbook in hand once more.
“If you can, please hold your pose for a moment longer. You look too beautiful to pass up, I need to capture the moment.”
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Sauntering over to the door of your home, you definitely didn’t expect this.
“AKECHI! What happened to you?” He’s stands hunched over on your bristled doormat in front of you, holding his arm that appears to have been cut.
There are small drops of blood that land on the mat and he flinches when you gasp in fear. You immediately usher him into your house setting him on your bed.
Grabbing your emergency kit, you set it next to him and begin to bandage the wound, “How did this happen?” You question.
“I went to the metaverse… and a shadow… it ambushed me.” He groans in pain as you tighten the bandages on his arm.
You remember him talking briefly about this place called the “metaverse” and how it is “too dangerous for you”. He told you about all the things he saw that keep him up at night; the shadows, the eerie atmosphere, and the cognitions of people’s minds.
It too, scared you but you couldn’t just let him face it alone, “Please, next time take me with you.”
[ wake ] to wake up at the side of his hospital bed
AKECHI slowly wakes up after sitting in a hospital bed unconscious for three days.
He mumbles under his breath, patting the top of your head lightly, “What are you still doing here.”
He tries to remember the true cause of why he had ended up in a hospital bed but the throbbing in head helped him believe he must’ve passed out in the metaverse and you took him here.
You stir awake, lifting your head at the touch of his hand, “Oh,” you pause rubbing both your eyes to make sure it’s not a dream.
“Oh! You’re awake, you’re okay! You pipe up, smiling with joy and diving in for a quick hug. It felt refreshing to Akechi that at least someone was worried about him.
“Thank goodness…” You sigh into a smile, grabbing ahold of his bandaged hand.
[ nurse ] to take care of him while he’s sick
“You’re going to stay in bed.” You scold trying to hold AKECHI down to his bed by his wrists while your legs caged his. His whole face his red, and there are beads of sweat rolling down his face.
“I have a big interview, it can’t wait.” He sounds congested as he kicks and complains, his tone telling you to not test him.
You click your tongue, “Uh, yes it can.”
Tucking him into his bed sheets, you make sure he is snug under the layers of blankets. He stops resisting, and finally accepts that he’s going to miss his interview.
He chuckles as you take his temperature with the thermometer and place a cool rag over his forehead, “Fine, just because I wouldn’t want to worry you.”
“you’re the one that needs to be more careful!” ryuji yelled from across the safe room at you.
the team had been getting attacked left and right by kamoshida’s knights and before you all were all able to make it into the safe room, ryuji fell. his knee had been awaken from its previous injuries, throbbing in pain as he grunted.
the knights were starting to catch up but the others kept running, you stayed behind for ryuji. he told you to go with the others but you persisted, trying to help him back up on his feet.
you held him up by his shoulder and started to run, with him being pulled along with you. luckily you were able to turn that corner and make it into the safe room before the knights caught the two of you. it was an overall dangerous situation, but you couldn’t just leave him there.
you all sat down at the table in the dimly lit room trying to brainstorm some strategies. everyone was trying to stay as quiet as possible but their voices were raised.
ryuji got everyone to shut up once he snapped at you for helping him. he appeared frustrated, and felt like he was becoming a burden.
ann tried to butt in and tell him what he said was rude but akira pulled her back, telling her to stop.
ryuji got up from the chair and turned his back to you. looking at the red carpet beneath him, he spoke, “i can handle myself, so don’t help me next time.”
“I helped because you were defenseless, you couldn’t fend them all off alone!” you talked back, an upset look making it’s way to your face.
“but we could have both got hurt as a result! defeating kamoshida would be impossible then and we would all be expelled! don’t be so reckless!”
he saw the look on your face. you were hurt by his words, the round tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. he screwed up.
both of his yellow leathered gloves went under your soft hands, clutching them tightly. you went to look up, his eyes wandered your face.
“I’ll take it a little more easy on my knee, promise. but you have to be more careful, please?” ryuji grazed your cheek with his hand, his eyes pleaded for your “ok”.
“ok, I’ll be more careful but I won’t stop looking out for you.” ryuji was ecstatic to hear those words from you. he dove right into a bear hug, squeezing you tighter every second until he let go.
his personality was that of a knight in shining armor, he was selfless and never wanted to bring anyone down. it was funny how people thought he was such a nuisance because he’s the most caring guy you’ve met.
the white moon shone through the glassy window providing the room with partial light. the lamp helped with its light yellow tint brightening up the dark room, where you sat with yusuke.
it was another late hour in the night that he doodled in his sketchbook due to his random burst of energy. so you decided to stay up with him because you didn’t want him to be lonely.
you and him both sat on the couch that was placed in the apartments living room. you sat on one end and he sat on the other. yusuke was amusing to watch. the way his pencil scribbled on the blank paper and how his face lit up. you always caught him lightly smiling in the action.
you put on some night jazz music and linked it up to a speaker. the music wasn’t too quiet, it was at the perfect volume. the atmosphere felt calming.
there was much to wonder about yusuke, that’s why you enjoyed asking him questions. the way he answered was so precise and clear with such a deep meaning behind every word used.
“don’t you ever get tired?” you question, turing your body to face him on the couch.
“even though it is late, i am not tired. But if you are growing restless I recommend-” he was cut off by you. you inched closer to him on the couch, putting a hand on the arm that was aimlessly sketching.
“no i mean of doing art.” yusuke was thrown off by what you had just asked. it was true that sometimes he did get a form of burn out or art block but his passion for the arts was strong.
“i thinks there’s always something enjoyable about everything we do regardless of how repetitive it is— and i could simply never imagine myself getting bored of what i love.” he looked up at you with endearing eyes.
that last part of what he said only made you fall harder than you already have. he had this tendency to speak his heart late at night. he opens up more each night and he doesn’t even realize it.
you leaned in dangerously close, you could see every defining feature on his face. his fine thin strands of dark blue hair began to fall over his face lightly. your hands went behind his head, playing with the ends of his hair.
he leaned foward, forgetting about the sketchbook in his lap, capturing your lips with his own. you guys stayed that way for some time, but eventually you moved to rest your head against his chest. he smiled at you realizing he could make you comfortable.
