Figured You Out
- 1 -
The past week had been eventful but a grateful relief to the team.
Kubo had been caught. The string of murders seemingly having been cut off from the source. Although the truth would remain hidden for a while longer, that didn't stop the crew from relaxing a bit and just all around enjoying life.
School was lame. But it didn't matter to Yosuke as he sat on the kitchen counter that Friday afternoon. They had been preparing dinner for when Nanako returned from being out with a friend from school. Dojima was more than likely not going to be home that evening given they had to finish up last minute paperwork with the progress on their case.
That left the two of them to have idle conversation, whether it be guy-talk or stupid jokes. The smiles that were present were real though, and that was the main thing that they both enjoyed when they were together.
"Dude, did you get that new Nickelback CD?"
"No. Remember, our music tastes are completely different."
"You can't tell me that you don't like that one song Figured You Out."
"I don't even know how it goes."
"I like your pants around your-"
Yu silenced the other by lifting a piece of the meal he had been preparing to pink lips that had been steadily moving to start a tune. The pressing of fingertips as Yosuke's lips made him instantly stop, feeling caught between blushing in surprise and a suddenly strange feeling that was inwardly felt. He gladly took the piece of food, chewing it slowly as he tasted every bit of it on his tongue.
"So good."
Although Yu had never minded his friend's singing voice, he had a feeling that the lyrics were going to create an awkward feeling, and they already had. Seeing the blush that had radiated on fair-skin cheeks made him feel oddly content though. What was even stranger though was the fact that Yu hadn't lowered his hand yet.
Yosuke still felt fingertips linger near his lips; he could feel them brush with every movement of his mouth. Yu looked to him as if to communicate something, and as they pressed more onto his lips he unconsciously started to lick at the tips of them. There had still been traces of sauce from the piece of food given to him, every drop of it was licked away, each swipe of his tongue tasting it. The sauce alone was tempting, and steel grey was staring at him in a way that made his stomach feel butterflies.
The hell is going on here?
Pulling his mouth away, he laughed lightly as Yu finally lowered his hand.
Staring down at the food, he then began to resume cutting up a few stray pieces of shrimp. A strange tension started after that, and Yu could feel it with how brown eyes were locked on him.
He hadn't expected the other to practically suck on his fingers, but it wasn't a touch that was disliked either. They had always interacted differently versus the rest of the group. Though their actions might've seemed odd and out of place for just friends, it was just a normalcy they had. A closeness, that was never to be treaded over.
But, Yosuke could already tell his thoughts were whirling into the wrong aspect.
I actually did that? Sucked on his fingers like I wanted to-No, it was nothing. I was just getting the sauce off like he wanted, right?
It was weird to him how his body had moved on its own accord. Though the action was innocent enough, it still made Yosuke feel like he had crossed the line a little. It made him worry a little more when he found that he had actually enjoyed doing it when he thought back on it more thoroughly.
I just liked the sauce. That stuff is freaking amazing anyway.
Yeah. He just liked the sauce.That was it.
The tension slowly dissipated as Yosuke calmed himself down. But later that evening, when they finally were eating, Yu innocently enough had sat a little closer than usual. Yosuke took notice, and he didn't move away, not a single inch.
He had admitted that he liked receiving attention from the guy. It was easy enough to like being around Yu since he just provided the comfortable vibe, like you could be yourself around him and he wouldn't give a shit. It was a little alarming to his thoughts again though when he felt a finger brush over the side of his mouth.
"You got some sauce…"
The rest of the words faded out as he realized how close the other leaned to him too.
"Such a messy eater."
Yosuke felt his heart stop when he was so caught up in staring into grey eyes that he forgot to breathe or reply. Nothing was said for an entire minute, and neither of them moved. It was as Yu let his finger move back at those lips again to get the one spec of sauce off that Yosuke parted his lips without hesitation.
As if to re-enact the same situation from earlier, Yosuke let his tongue run over the tip, licking the sauce away. He could feel the finger starting to move further into his mouth but it was quickly withdrawn as the front door was heard being unlocked.
"Onii-chan!"
Nanako dropped her bag and ran over to hug Yu who was now seated properly in his own area again. She smiled brightly over at the other occupant of the table before she plopped down on the floor beside Yu.
"Nanako-chan, we were wondering when you'd be getting home."
Yosuke tried to sound as normal as possible while fighting with his thoughts that were in mid-freak out mode.
The fuck? What the fuck am I doing? What is he doing? I'm so fucking lost and why am I-
He could feel the stirring in the lower half of his body and it had worried him greatly.
Yu appeared to be as normal as usual. But Yosuke had to continue eating everything possible in order to keep himself distracted from over-thinking. It felt like the longest dinner, and whenever they finished Yosuke was standing at the front door.
"So I'll uh, see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Don't forget your umbrella."
"I won't forget man."
That night, Yu was left alone to his thoughts.
He had decided to shut them down while in the presence of his best friend. But it was as he was lounged out on the couch, his new book in hand, that the time had just struck midnight. He hadn't known it, since everything had settled down in the past week, and his whole mind was more so trying to focus on the words on the page versus the fingers that had been in a warm mouth earlier.
The soft sound of a TV buzzing on made him instantly sit up, dropping the book in the process.
Yellow tinted the screen in the usual manner as before, and slowly things made grey eyes go completely wide. There had been a faint outline of a figure, the similarities were striking, and you'd only be able to tell who it was if you were staring directly at the screen and rather close.
It sent a shiver through his body when he realized who it was.
So many questions came to mind, no answers forming as he felt his world starting to unravel. Maybe it was just a hoax? Maybe it was just a coincidence? He hadn't faced himself yet like the rest of the group, but in that split second his figure had been on the screen.
He could only pray that no one else had seen it. The sound of his phone ringing made him know that wasn't true though.
"Man, what the hell? I thought we were done with this, and now you're on the Midnight Channel?"
"I know."
"I thought you didn't have a shadow self though, like I thought you were just not, shit I don't know."
"Let's just calm down. It's probably nothing."
"You serious? Anyone who's shown up on the damn channel has gotten thrown into the TV somehow."
"It might just be my shadow or something; it could be doing it on its own."
Yosuke went silent for a moment as he seemed to be taking that into account.
"Maybe."
"If none of the others know, don't tell them."
"What? I can't do that man! What if this gets serious?"
"Then you can tell them."
A loud sigh of frustration was heard. "Fine. But maybe I should stay over with you for a few days in case something does happen."
"I'm sure it'll be fine. I've got more than enough personas in my arsenal if something does happen."
A surprising laugh was heard at that. "Yeah that's true. All right man well just, be careful. Make sure your door is locked and stuff."
"I'll be fine."
When the conversation ended, all Yu could do was stare at the phone in his hands.
Even though he'd never express it, deep down, he was worried too.
Because he knew what his inner feelings were, and the more they were suppressed the worse it got.
I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease