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I do not own the Persona 2 series, or any of it's characters.
A/N: For Maya~ Hope you like this little gifty I wrote you! :3
I actually didn't play much of Persona 2 because I cannot play first-person games D8 (tis also the reason why I don't like most Shooters…). At first, I was going to attempt to write Souji/Yosuke, but uh… Aha… Yeah, I don't like that pair *shot* And I thought this one might be fun to try? Again, I hope you like it, and I hope it isn't too OOC. ;w; I did my best…
Short, hot chocolate-colored hair frames a slightly tanned face, and red eyes stare directly ahead, unblinking, reflecting a subtle conviction behind them. A heavy sigh falls from the owner's lips, only to disperse into the stainless air, get lost beneath the laughter, and words exchanged between the students flooding out of Kasugayama High School.
The boy's name is Tatsuya Suou, age 18. The usual uniformed jacket he's seen wearing is slung ever so neatly over his shoulder; his shirt is buttoned down a few notches to accommodate to the warm weather outside.
He likes this weather; likes the embrace he receives from the sun looming above him, likes the rush he feels when he's basking under its light, if only it was always like this…
If only… He thinks, and for a while, he starts to lose himself within his thoughts. He closes his eyes, and just…
"Tatsuya-kun?"
A ghost of a smile finds its way onto his face when the person he was waiting for approaches him.
Jun.
He was pretty for a boy—black hair parted to the side, covering one brown eye, pale skin like moonlight, and lips touched with a light pink—and he would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to him.
But sometimes it's better to keep these things to oneself… Because it's easier to keep it in… Easier to hide behind a smile, and just…
They fall into a comfortable silence for a transient moment, before Jun decides to speak up.
"Were you waiting long for me?"
The other boy shakes his head, wordlessly. He was never good at this, at words, yet people seem to swarm him, regardless. When Jun gives him a worried look, his smile returns.
"It's no big deal, I promise!"
They walk a little closer when no one's around; laugh a little louder; smile a little longer. Jun's hand accidentally brushes his on the way to his house, but he doesn't mind. He just…
Tatsuya slips the key into the lock, and they enter the living room. It's quiet—his father and brother are out, so it's just them. Jun's been here before, has memorized every detail, every wall for future reference, and takes a seat on the couch. The elder of the two disappears around the corner, and comes back minutes later with two cans of soda. He hands Jun one, who smiles in thanks.
They pop the cans open, and take a sip.
Everything up until now has been routine.
Tatsuya doesn't know how to feel, sitting close to Jun, so close that their hips are practically touching. He doesn't know what compelled him to bring him closer—maybe it was the scent of fresh cut flowers on him, or the soft looks he'd flash him when they were together like this—but he did know that this was what he's been waiting for.
This is the moment he's been waiting for. They're alone, it's quiet, and Jun was beautiful. He was the calm in a storm, and shined brighter than anyone he had ever met. Jun looks startled at the sudden closeness, but Tatsuya can't find a hint of disgust when their eyes meet…
No, it's more like… Relief?
His fingers tangle themselves into Jun's hair, and he just…
Loves him. Even if it was for a minute, a day. Tatsuya wants to just enjoy this moment before it slips past him.
Their lips meet, and he's never felt so amazing.