A/N: I am in high hopes that no one saw the update I posted a few minutes ago, which was filled to the brim with embarrassing rough draft content. Don't be me-remember to proofread your works before you post them, friends! No matter how excited you are to get 'em out there.
Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to user Miss Hanamura. Thank you for reading. ;)
"Noooooooooooooooooo!"
The shriek is ear-piercing. Yosuke cringes a little as he watches a defeated Teddie roll off of the twister mat. Naoto, bent over and touching her toes a few spaces away from him, watches the blond make his unceremonious exit.
"And.. That leaves Naoto and Yosuke! Go Naoto!"
"What- Rise, you're not even going to cheer for me!?"
"Yosuke! Right foot, green!"
Ignored, Yosuke grumbles something about lacking moral support before smacking his foot down on the green circle by Naoto's foot. He's now in a weird position that is resemblance of a lunge, and he's grinning stupidly at the detective before him.
"Bet I can beat'cha at this game," he coos. He's not even sure why he's prompting this. Maybe he just wanted to go against Rise because she wasn't cheering for him.
Naoto continues to look down, because her pose obligates her to. She shakes her head.
"I bet you cannot." she replies. Rise calls out right hand, red, and she sticks her hand on a circle near Yosuke's ankles.
"Oh, yeah? You willing to bet a lunch at Aiya's on this?"
Without hesitation comes "Yes," from Naoto. She stretches her right foot onto the green circle behind her and huffs.
"I'm a Twister pro, just so you know, little Prince!"
"There's a reason why we're both still here, and not sitting out. I'm not going to back away, especially if you are going to continue challenging me." She croons her head to make a face at him, and he laughs. "And don't call me little."
Rise gives out the next move, which makes Yosuke move his left foot on the nearest yellow circle. His stance quivers slightly.
"It's a challenge alright, but you're not gonna win!"
"Naoto-kun! Left foot, yellow!"
She moves her foot to a yellow spot. She now is doing an odd cross between the splits, supporting herself with her hands twisted and apart from one another.
"Left hand, yellow!"
Yosuke's next move forces him to hover over her- he wasn't about to put his left hand on a yellow circle when it meant being face-to-face with Naoto! But somehow, with his legs now on either side of her head, this wasn't the wisest choice to go with either...
Naoto quits barking insults, because she's busy trying not to react to this new, awkward pose. She stares forward, position frozen.
"Aaaand, right hand, blue!"
Naoto's eyes widen. Her options were the following: putting her right hand on the closest blue circle and having to be yet even closer to Yosuke's body, or stretching to blue circle beside that one which was further and would require some strength to uphold.
She choses the former. Grunts a little as she does so.
"Right foot, green!"
Yosuke juts his right foot out to touch the circle. His legs are twisted, now. Naoto is still between him. At least he has his arms to support him.
"Left root, blue!"
Naoto scoots her feet forward. Her behind is in the air and she hangs her head so people can't see her expression.
"Right hand, red!"
Yosuke moves from resting on both of his hands to supporting his body with one. He groans, awkwardly twisted above Naoto.
"Right hand, green!"
She reaches out to the tru- the green circle. Which is a place she can only reasonably access if she crawls under Yosuke. So she does. And she tries her best to ignore the fact that his bum is in her face.
"Left hand, ye- Oooooooh!"
Yosuke hears a thud and an indignant grumble, signaling Naoto's crashing defeat. He finally relaxes his pose, sighing as he lands his rump on the plastic mat.
"Toldja' I'd beat you, Detective Prince!" he chimes, which earns him a bemused stare from Naoto.
"This isn't my forte category," she says lowly. "...But congratulations." She nods and offers her hand to shake. The auburn haired boy responds by slapping it into a high-five with his own palm. She can't do anything but blink in confusion.
"It isn't the last time this'll happen, Naoto! I'm gonna beat you next time, too."
"Oh, are you?"
"You betcha!"
"I'm not so sure your luck will last you that long, senpai."
"Ohoho, you think luck's all I've got?"
"Yes."
"...Ouch."
"T-That was a joke. I apologize..."
"I know it was!"
"..."
Naoto's blushing, not out of any romantic reason but because Yosuke was bugging her again, and he seemed to know how to quickly get her flustered. She delivers a quick punch to his arm before stalking off into the basement. Everyone watches her leave, and once she's gone Yosuke turns his attention back to the group.
"Oooooh, what's going on with you two?" Rise coos.
"What?!" He feels heat creeping onto his cheeks.
"Just looks like a fight to me," Kanji comments, scratching the back of his neck.
"Nooo, no, there's something going on here... You're bugging her on purpose, aren't you, Yosuke-senpai?"
"W-what?! No! No way!"
"For what reason would you- Oh! Does it have to do with you calling her cute during that one study group?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" He gets redder.
"Oh- is that why you were making up the moves instead of actually reading them from the spinner, Rise?" Chie asks. An snort escapes Yukiko.
"... Wait, are you kidding me?! What do you mean you were just making up the moves?!" Yosuke is the one who is befuddled, now.
Rise giggles and skips away to accompany Naoto. Yosuke is left there, numerous questions occupying the back of his mind while Yukiko breaks out into a fit of laughter.