#ryupego

what is this, some kinda persona? FIVE?

anyway i couldn’t stop thinking abt them and really wanted to draw them… they mean so much to me.

i have been possessed with the need to doodle my AU so have these two codependent bastards

-Ren calls Ryuji 'Ryuryu' and Ryuji calls Ren 'Renren'. They will not let anyone else use those nicknames. -Did I ever mention Ryuji and Ren are smokers? 'Cause they are, it helps with headaches they get when they use too much magic. Also! Notice that lil' patch on Ryuji's jacket? Yeah that happened during when they stumbled into their first Labyrinth, Ryuji's jacket got torn and so did Ren's pants, they wear patches for the rest of the story. -They're fine. -First view of their Soul Gems!! Ren's Soul Gem is in a necklace that's actually under his shirt, and Ryuji's is on the inside of his vest (it's supposed to be flapped open here lol-). They don't usually transform via dancing but oh well, why not~

also dialogue under cut in case my handwriting is too hard to read-

Those are his idiots <3

Rated: T

Ryuji fucking races it to Akira the moment he sees him on Shibuya’s train platform. Runs, bear hugs, practically knocks him down— Is he wearing those stupid glasses again?

Akira is fussing because, hey, Morgana is in his bag, and he’s getting squished— but, also, he is not impartial to Ryuji’s PDA, especially when he comes nuzzling his hair and squeezing his waist.

Morgana, poor cat, faces horrors. The bus ride to Ryuji’s house is cramped, and so is his room. Add stinky, stinkier than a bus. Matters not to Akira, however, not when he’s kicking his shoes off and latching onto Ryuji the moment they’ve been granted privacy. Ryuji laughs against his mouth, whispers something along the lines of “well, hello, leader,” and Akira should be annoyed, if not horny.

Alas, Ryuji is hot, even if an idiot (he knows, too). He pushes Akira to bed, watches him stumble until his back hits the mattress, and, oh, Ryuji had almost forgotten how pretty he is. He has big and tired eyes, he’s pale and so, so kissable.

Akira’s arms wrap around Ryuji’s neck, and somewhere in himself he finds the strength to steel his nerves because—

“Come on, you guys, I’m still here?”

Akira wishes he had chosen a normal cat.

“Mona, out.” He grumbles, Morgana is a little shit, anyways, and if he gets kicked off the bed, it’s well deserved.

Ryuji is smiling at him, at his visible agitation— oh, how he missed him. He has flustered cheeks and his glasses are a bit foggy, just like Ryuji likes them, too.

“Aren’t you seeing Sojiro and Futaba?” Ryuji pants, hovering about his lover at a safe distance. He knows that smile.