The below is a derirative work based of the settings and characters in the Video Game, Persona 4. I claim no copyright, licencing or ownership.

Minor & Major

The alleged myth of "True Love" is rarely as simple as a single revelation. Sometimes, it takes a multitude of small moments, small realisations to even realise what is happening, and even more to be sure enough to speak the words, "Final Answer", so to speak.
Then again, sometimes, leaps and bounds of progress in a relationship, perhaps romantic, perhaps platonic – and perhaps both, can be made by a smart person simply seizing a convenient opportunity to… shall we say, play a card out of turn.

Initialisation: Tenth Spark & Subliminal Heteronormativity

Souji tossed the bandage is his hand, staring at it. Ryotaro was home tonight, and usually the opportunity would be taken to talk to him, but Souji wasn't really in the mood right now. He sat, and stared, and nothing more.

"I just… want to be equal to you. So hit me, partner!"
After a few moments phasing through expressions of confusion, bewilderment and thoughtfulness, Souji got into a readied stance and gestured towards himself.
"Then let's get equal partner… I want everything you've got!"

Regardless of any statement, he knew that both of them could tell – they were holding something back, both literally and figuratively. He ran his index finger along the end of the bandage, holding it carefully, as if dropping it would cause it to shatter. He sighed. A long, exhausted, happy sigh.
"Yosuke…"
He thought that he would be ready to leave Inaba by the end of the year. Nowhere to go, no-one to see…
Yet, somehow, he'd managed to make better friends here than he had in the city.
I mean, yeah, sure, he hadn't actually gone on a date with anyone in the town yet… conversely, in the city, the furthest he'd ever gotten was a few short stints with a few girls in his year. Yes, they were funny, sure, they were attractive, and they weren't exactly uninterested.

No, Souji was the problem. It never felt… right. He was mostly okay at trying to show affection (even if his bluntness didn't score him any points at times), but when it got down to actually giving the affection… it never felt right, as if he never got the right person, the one he could trust, regardless of happenstance.
In all his years in the city, he hung out with these clusters of friends, sure, but they never really tried to interact with him outside of that.
A matter of weeks in Inaba, and he already had what could only be described as a friendship group where he felt important. At first, he thought it was only his power, but as he thought about it, they were pretty close knit before the whole death and destruction thing began.
And then there were his other classmates. There was Kou and Daisuke, who were pouring out their souls and internal dilemmas to him as much as each other. Then there was Ayane, who just seemed to never stop looking up to him. Literally and figuratively, mind. There was Nanako and Uncle Dojima… and even though Ryotaro was there even less often than his parents were at home, he still managed to make Souji seem like a member of the family.

"Souji? You in there?"
He suddenly shifted in his seat at the noise. "Yeah…"
"Mind if I come in?"
"... Not at all…"
His uncle slowly craned his neck around the door, a look of concern plastered across his features.
"Hmm… I'm not sure how to say this, but… If you were involved in anything…"
"Hm?"
"You would tell me, right?"
"… What makes you think that?"
"… You've… got a bruise there."
Souji froze for a moment, then laughed. It started as a slight snicker, which he tried to withhold, and then it slowly got worse, until he was forced to lie back on the sofa, clutching his stomach. 'I'm worse than Yukiko…'
Dojima chuckled slightly. "Something funny?"
"Me and a friend got into a fight… but it's not what you think…"

"Long story…" He twirled the bandage that was (miraculously) still in his hand. "very long story…"
Souji started laughing again. Slowly, he managed to calm down.
"Hey… erm… mind if we talk for a bit?"
"About what?"
"Anything?"
Dojima smirked, almost knowingly. "I'll wait downstairs."

The room was empty other than Souji once again.
'Yosuke... You'll always be my friend right? Hm… I'll have to ask him that someday…'
With that thought, Souji smiled wickedly. That could be one use for the bandage…
He got up, went to his pack, and removed one of the small knives he used for cooking, and delicately used some nearby craft string… why that got sent with origami paper, there was no idea… to attach the knife and the bandage together. 'Just to remind me…' Remembering Yosuke's comment about his 'stash' (which, by the way, turned out to be nothing more than a bundle of Yoshi and Jack Frost toys from his childhood), he tucked the package away at the bottom of his futon.

Yukiko… Kou… Daisuke… Ayane… Kanji now, as well… I suppose Teddie could count…

Oh, and Chie too…

But there was always Yosuke. That idiot who he pulled out of a trash can. The person who first explored the other world with him… They were practically doomed to be best friends from day one, right? Slowly, Souji made his way back downstairs to talk to his new family…
It was odd… how somethings, initially repulsive and odd to think of, eventually turn oddly beautiful…

Then again… also, how things initially so peaceful quickly turns chaotic...
Nothing is at it seems, huh? Nothing is ever as it seems, no?
For example…

Slim hands glided across the keys, as tired eyes scanned the page. A multitude of musical instruments littered the teenagers room, from the almost expected guitar, to what was currently in use, the rather unexpected piano. Cornet and spinet, so to speak.
"Yosuke-kun…"
"If you've come to ask why I'm practicing the piano…"
An affirmative sound from his mother.
"…I don't really know either."
Aren't teenage boys supposed to like the guitar? Pianos are more of an old man thing… or a girls thing? Why do I enjoy it so much?
"Well, that's one thing, but also, it's getting late." With that, she walked off. She knew that there was nothing more that needed be said. If he wanted to play the instrument until the dawn hours of the morrow, then so be it.
Carefully, he put the piano cover back down, still thinking. I mean, I had that scrap with Souji earlier… A smirk at the thought… And I hardly pay attention in class… And yet, I like the piano…
"Hmph. Damnit…" He rubbed his head… it really was getting late, wasn't it? He flinched as he drew his hand across one of the bruises. Yosuke would like to have thought that he got more hits on Souji than the other way around… then again, who know. It was like some sort of odd question. Who got more hits off? Souji, Yosuke, Neither, or the surprise fourth option…

"Heh. Who cares?"
It was the first time that Yosuke had felt so free to take out his frustrations on something physical… feeling every one of his doubts and insecurities fall away, blow by blow… and all because of one sentence.
"Then let's get equal partner… I want everything you've got!"
Souji… his recently installed best friend, his partner… he wasn't friends with his position, with his relationship with his father, or even with his power… he was friends with him. No frills, no fuss, just… honesty. He drew the curtains shut, and settled down, drowning himself in a sea of music… he had a friend now. An honest-to-god friend…

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.