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[perseverant]

[It's a lovely evening. Souji cracks the window as the instant ramen seeps on the kitchen counter, letting in the night-air. There's still beer left in the fridge, and he goes to help himself as he waits. It's been an odd last few days—many significant things have happened all at once. Even someone as thick as him could notice that something's hanging in the air. From Kanji confessing to Naoto to Yosuke's blatant insecurities; and then there was his own slip-ups.

He doesn't take long to ponder it, as the timer pings and he heads over with wooden chopsticks to dig into his instant meal.]

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[twinknife]

[If Souji only knew how long, exactly, Yosuke had been harboring that emotion, it might give him some appreciation for the exuberance of his reply, and the considerable restraint he was already exhibiting.

Now that he's expecting it, Yosuke finds himself leaning in almost before he even realizes it. He really hopes his heart doesn't explode before he manages to get close enough. Leaning up out of his chair, he puts his weight on the stinging hand he'd used to slap the table and tries to gauge the angles - from this perspective it's hard to imagine what fits where and who's supposed to tilt their head when. He feels like a complete novice, so instead of trying to plan ahead, he just closes his eyes hard and leaves his luck to fate.]

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[It seems graceful at first. Souji seems to find a way to move into him as he leans forward. He tips his head to the side, inching closer as his partner does. He seems like a natural, as if he'd kissed people at his very table, and knew the exact angles which to turn his head.

That is, of course, until he moves a little awkwardly and bumps the bridge of his nose against Yosuke's. The's the sound of restrain laughter coming from his throat, but he quickly makes up for it, recovering smoothly and catching his lips.]

[twinknife]

[Things seem to be progressing unnervingly smoothly on Yosuke's end, too, so much so that he can scarcely believe that this is happening - at least until their faces mash together. That's the reality check he needs, and his laughter isn't nearly as pared back. With a throaty chuckle, he starts to say something, to draw attention to Souji's flawed delivery maybe.]

Dude, wha--


ah.

[That last part isn't so much uttered against Souji's mouth as it is into it, muted in surprise. For a second he goes a little rigid, but recovers himself just in time to lean in closer, back against the gentle pressure.]