Persona 3 Fic: Catchweight
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vaultedthewall's birthday, which was on the 21st! I had it done then, but wasn't really satisfied... it's been a long time since I've played Persona 3 and I don't have it here to replay, so some of this might be not quite right. Anyway! Happy birthday, Kelsey. :D
Catchweight
Persona 3
Akihiko/Shinjiro
"So."
"So."
There was an uneasy silence in the dorm room of one Sanada Akihiko, currently occupied by two individuals - one the owner of the room, the other an old friend recently reconnected with.
Or maybe that reconnection thing was a long process, still being worked on.
Akihiko tried not to stare at Shinjiro, who he hadn't seen so casual in a very long time. Shinji himself didn't seemed bothered by that, surveying Akihiko with an unreadable expression. After a moment, Akihiko frowned at him. "What's the deal?"
Shinjiro shrugged. "You look good."
Akihiko gaped at him. "Are you trying to get in my pants? Now?"
"Not now," Shinjiro said, and grinned a little, apparently pleased at his ability to wind his old friend up. Akihiko, for his part, was happy in some way to see that Shinji wasn't always weighed down by the past.
Still, it took an effort for him to resist the urge to ask stupidly, "So, later then?" Instead he just gestured for his old friend to sit. Akihiko sat on the bed, and Shinjiro sat next to him unexpectedly. In a way it felt comfortable, natural.
In another way, it felt exactly like having his best friend-slash-ex just a little too close.
Akihiko was happy to have him there with them, of course. It was immensely better to have Shinjiro nearby, lending them his strength and making it easier for Akihiko to keep an eye on him. Even so... it was all a little strange - they had been so close, and now, after everything, what were they?
"You look like a homeless guy," Akihiko said, responding to Shinjiro's previous comment.
Shinji shrugged, half-smiling. "What're you gonna do?" he asked rhetorically.
Silence fell again, like a heavy blanket that wanted to choke the life out of the two of them. It felt so delicate, Shinjiro being there, like the wrong word might make him get up and leave in a huff, walk away from all of this again. Akihiko shifted uncomfortably, and found himself remembering the day they'd met, so many years ago, before everything else. Everything that had made them into this.
They'd both been only children, of course, and Akihiko's sister had been there. It seemed so long ago... Shinjiro was the new kid, and he'd been sullen and oh so tiny. The newcomer was at first shunned, the rest of the children wary around him, but their caretaker told Akihiko and his sister to play with him. They hadn't, not really, but they'd let him sit next to them and color, and even let him use their crayons.
Who knew how long that might have lasted, if not for another little boy who strode right up to them and stole Miki's turquoise crayon (apparently essential for his picture of a cow). Akihiko had stood up, but Shinji had been there first, pushing the boy down and taking the crayon back. Akihiko had punched the brat for good measure, so they both got in trouble, but after that the friendship had been sealed.
Lost in good memories, Akihiko didn't bother to keep a smile from his face. Things had changed drastically since then, yes. The memories they held between them weren't all so good, but why should that matter? Shinji was here now, and despite everything, he was still the boy who'd been Akihiko's first friend, first kiss, first sweaty nervous fumble under the covers of a shared bed.
Nothing was certain in this world where they fought every night, called their Persona forth and saw things that few other humans ever would. But if that was true, why hesitate? Why not live in the moment, embrace what you had?
Akihiko felt Shinjiro shift next to him again, and this time he responded, leaning close until their shoulders bumped. "So, wanna stay here tonight?"
Shinjiro looked at him, looked at his smile. He was silent for a moment, then smiled slowly in return. "Might as well."
vaultedthewall's birthday, which was on the 21st! I had it done then, but wasn't really satisfied... it's been a long time since I've played Persona 3 and I don't have it here to replay, so some of this might be not quite right. Anyway! Happy birthday, Kelsey. :DCatchweight
Persona 3
Akihiko/Shinjiro
"So."
"So."
There was an uneasy silence in the dorm room of one Sanada Akihiko, currently occupied by two individuals - one the owner of the room, the other an old friend recently reconnected with.
Or maybe that reconnection thing was a long process, still being worked on.
Akihiko tried not to stare at Shinjiro, who he hadn't seen so casual in a very long time. Shinji himself didn't seemed bothered by that, surveying Akihiko with an unreadable expression. After a moment, Akihiko frowned at him. "What's the deal?"
Shinjiro shrugged. "You look good."
Akihiko gaped at him. "Are you trying to get in my pants? Now?"
"Not now," Shinjiro said, and grinned a little, apparently pleased at his ability to wind his old friend up. Akihiko, for his part, was happy in some way to see that Shinji wasn't always weighed down by the past.
Still, it took an effort for him to resist the urge to ask stupidly, "So, later then?" Instead he just gestured for his old friend to sit. Akihiko sat on the bed, and Shinjiro sat next to him unexpectedly. In a way it felt comfortable, natural.
In another way, it felt exactly like having his best friend-slash-ex just a little too close.
Akihiko was happy to have him there with them, of course. It was immensely better to have Shinjiro nearby, lending them his strength and making it easier for Akihiko to keep an eye on him. Even so... it was all a little strange - they had been so close, and now, after everything, what were they?
"You look like a homeless guy," Akihiko said, responding to Shinjiro's previous comment.
Shinji shrugged, half-smiling. "What're you gonna do?" he asked rhetorically.
Silence fell again, like a heavy blanket that wanted to choke the life out of the two of them. It felt so delicate, Shinjiro being there, like the wrong word might make him get up and leave in a huff, walk away from all of this again. Akihiko shifted uncomfortably, and found himself remembering the day they'd met, so many years ago, before everything else. Everything that had made them into this.
They'd both been only children, of course, and Akihiko's sister had been there. It seemed so long ago... Shinjiro was the new kid, and he'd been sullen and oh so tiny. The newcomer was at first shunned, the rest of the children wary around him, but their caretaker told Akihiko and his sister to play with him. They hadn't, not really, but they'd let him sit next to them and color, and even let him use their crayons.
Who knew how long that might have lasted, if not for another little boy who strode right up to them and stole Miki's turquoise crayon (apparently essential for his picture of a cow). Akihiko had stood up, but Shinji had been there first, pushing the boy down and taking the crayon back. Akihiko had punched the brat for good measure, so they both got in trouble, but after that the friendship had been sealed.
Lost in good memories, Akihiko didn't bother to keep a smile from his face. Things had changed drastically since then, yes. The memories they held between them weren't all so good, but why should that matter? Shinji was here now, and despite everything, he was still the boy who'd been Akihiko's first friend, first kiss, first sweaty nervous fumble under the covers of a shared bed.
Nothing was certain in this world where they fought every night, called their Persona forth and saw things that few other humans ever would. But if that was true, why hesitate? Why not live in the moment, embrace what you had?
Akihiko felt Shinjiro shift next to him again, and this time he responded, leaning close until their shoulders bumped. "So, wanna stay here tonight?"
Shinjiro looked at him, looked at his smile. He was silent for a moment, then smiled slowly in return. "Might as well."
