OOC: Ah, I'm feeling generous. Because of how short these are, I've also got a whole bunch of them built up already. Teaser; Aki's in the next one ;3

"Aki's just as messed up as I am. Why'd you choose me?"

Shinjiro rolled a bit, moving his arm to try and squint at her. They were both on their backs, sprawled out on the roof of the school, looking at the soothing, soft clouds as they drifted by. The sun was hot, pleasant as ever. He was really growing to love the feeling of it. It felt like his pain had faded away and was replaced by an internal electric blanket. There was nothing keeping him down. Not even his memories really bothered him. But he was still curious what she thought.

She had her forearm on her head just like him, blocking the sun so she could watch the clouds. Not looking away, she brought a knee closer but left the other stretched out. After another moment of thought, she said, "I know a lot of people with issues. But…Even with your problems…You cared about others."

Her eyes shut. "You were so worried about everyone. Especially about their diet." She laughed a little and looked to him. "I liked you were worried about me too. Even if you were trying to be all tough about it."

"C'mon," Shinji mumbled, cheeks red, but he smiled at the sky regardless. "I don't know who you're trying to kid. Everybody worries about you. You've got all those friends and shit. You're everyone's best friend. Hell, especially that Junpei kid. I heard he beat up some pervs in the bathroom over pics of you."

"He likes to feel strong," she replied. "Important. And he is a good friend. He's like my brother. But…" She rolled onto her stomach, letting her shirt ride up her back a bit and reveal her smooth, pale skin. "You can't have fun with a brother like I have fun with you."

"Jeez you're annoying. What's with all these compliments?" he laughed, flustered again. "You're drowning me in this junk. Besides, there could be kids or some shit listening in on us…"

"I meant," she corrected, "He fusses too much about me…But you…You know I can handle myself, too."

Shinjiro sat up, looking at her with a smirk, and he moved, grabbing her hands and pinning them. "Yeah? Well, I still get to be bossy with you. You sold away your rights. So, think you can escape from this?"

"I've escaped worse," she hummed. "And I've definitely fought worse, too."

"Oh really? Then prove yourself."

"Persona! Tickledyne!"

Minako freed a hand and made a go for his side, which he quickly evaded by falling back. This left him vulnerable, and Minako rolled forward with the motion, moving and sitting on his chest, then shifting so her legs were folded and she was more leaning on his chest than sitting. Resting her chin on her palm, she traced shapes into the white cloth of his shirt, ignoring how ticklish it felt for him. He squirmed but she just continued on, pretending to be oblivious.

"Critical hit. The enemy's down."

"Alright…Let's kick some ass," Shinjiro replied, getting his revenge by groping the aforementioned part of her anatomy. He received a sharp elbow in the chest in return, which he felt he rightfully deserved, and he smiled at her while he rubbed the sore spot. "You sharpened that, didn't you. Frickin' cheater."

"Sharpest elbows in all the East."