I got bored and figured, hey, maybe I should actually post some of my fanfic to FFN! I mean, I suspect people are going to be ruder here than they were on AO3, but I'm a grown ass adult. I'll survive.
Anyway, I've cycled through like 87 obsessions since the last time I actually posted anything here, including Persona 5. Also, I didn't have any of these beta red. Honestly, I barely even proofread them.
Ryuji
Akira stops and crouches down to tie his shoe, and apparently this is unacceptable.
Ryuji is halfway through a sentence, regaling Akira with his best races, because even if he isn't rejoining the track team right now, he's still excited for them. And then he trips over Akira, pinwheels in place for a second, and topples down right on top of him. Akira grunts as the sudden weight folds him in half and forces him to knee himself in the chest.
For a moment, neither of them says anything, Ryuji's story cut off and likely forever unfinished. Finally, he says, "A little warning, man?" from where he's still draped over Akira's back.
"Watch where you're going, man?" Akira replies, parroting Ryuji's bewildered tone back at him.
There's a snort of laughter from beside his ear, and then Ryuji goes completely boneless, like Morgana when he doesn't want to go back in the bag. "Oh, what a world," he sighs. "Who could have turned the gravity up?"
Akira heaves a sigh and gives him one more chance.
"Yeah, haha, we've all seen Lilo & Stitch. Get off."
Ryuji gets, impossibly, even heavier. "Weirdest thing, man," he says, barely hiding laughter.
Well, alright then.
Akira reaches back with both hands, linking them together beneath Ryuji, and then surges to his feet, stumbling forward a few steps as Ryuji shrieks and flails and finally gets a strangle hold around Akira's neck. Akira leans his head back, bonking it gently against Ryuji's nose until he loosens his hold, instead clamping his hands down on Akira's shoulders.
Akira resumes walking and Ryuji gets his bearings soon enough, hitching himself up higher on Akira's back to fold his arms on top of his head, even if it means he's holding more of his own weight than Akira is.
"Huh." He leans his chin on his folded arms, forcing Akira to lean forward. "Not a bad view from up here."
"I can drop you even more easily than I picked you up," Akira points out pleasantly, glancing up and mostly just getting a look at his own bangs.
"Eh, yeah," Ryuji agrees dismissively, "but I'd just take you down with me, so."
"Right. Silly me."
They are never going to make it to the train station at this rate.