And here I thought the last Persona 4 fic I liked that I wrote was “Push Me,” which I posted yesterday, I found this one deep within the pits of my computer.  It’s a Yosuke x Naoto fic, of all things  O.O  No warnings, really, just… those two talking about… oh, you know, things… 

I did snaz it up a little since it was such a quick write up when I wrote it for the badbadbathhouse a while ago.

“I believe they call it friends with benefits.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Friends.  With benefits.”  She repeats it, enunciates each word like he’s stupid – she probably thinks he is, anyway.

“I-I heard you the first-… s-shit, are you serious?”

“Well. I have… desires…” she says the word desires like she’s speaking a foreign language, “And I am sure that you do as well.”

Yes.  Understatement of the goddamn year but he just nods.

“Out of all of the possible options in my circle of associates, you are the logical choice.”

Great.  Nice to know that she analyzed all of her friends under a microscope – associates, sorry.  But he’s curious, “Why me?”

“Rise is completely infatuated with senpai,” she says, “And she is my friend so I do not want to cause any trouble.  Kanji-kun is… strange…”

Because Kanji-kun is in love with you, he wants to say, and he probably should but she’s oblivious – or not, maybe she’s just terrified at his stammering temper tantrums of make me a man damnit! – and technically, by definition – he thinks, he’s no expert – friends with benefits are free to see other people.  So if she ever gave into Kanji’s not-so-subtle advances or if he ever got a girlfriend – ha ha…

“I also do not wish to do this with Teddie.”

“No shit,” he says.  Don’t really want to explain sex to Ted.  Ever.

“And I do not believe that I am attracted to women, so that rules out Chie and Yukiko-senpai,” she frowns, “And before you ask, Dojima-san and Adachi-san are out of the question.”

Wow. “… well… I guess that would only leave me,” but he’s a little hurt, a little, that she doesn’t choose him for some lame reason like having a crush or thinking that he was cute.

“Yes, it would,” she seems to sense his disappointment – must be the sad puppy eyes – and she adds, “And you are fairly attractive so the experience should be pleasant, at least visually.”

That makes him feel a little better, a little, but the at least visually part kind of adds insult to injury.  He wants to brag and say that it would be pleasant physically too but he’s afraid that she’d ask for a list of partners that she could call – none of your business about how many people that is.  She’d sit there taking notes how did he pleasure you? and in what areas is he most talented? along with how long did it take you to reach your orgasm? to a humiliating really, you never did? Just… no, do not want to go down that road.

“Do you need some time to think about it or should we head to my place right now?”

“W-what?!  You want to start right now?”

“If I have to wait then I can be patient.”

“Jeez!  You rush into this stuff like a guy-”

“I assure you I have put a lot of thought into this, Yosuke-senpai.”

“I… w-well yeah, that’s obvious but…” He’s trying to think, trying to quickly list the pros and cons of this type of arrangement.  Isn’t this supposed to ruin friendships (do they really have a friendship?) and make things weird between the two partners (don’t they already have a weird relationship – they fight shadows, for fuck’s sake)?  Is he really so horny (yes), so stereotypically male (yes) that he’d jump at the first chance to have a hot girl in bed (hell yes)?  Although… sleeping with Naoto would be like having a hot boy in bed which is a real downer on the whole situation. 

However…

“All right, if we do this I have one request.”

“Oh?”

“I would like to do this with a girl, none of this I’m a boy crap.”

She frowns.  She hadn’t put into consideration that he’d try and twist her plan so that it would work in his favor, “I do not see why that would be necessary-”

“Sleeping with me technically isn’t necessary.  You could just use your own hand like a normal teenager.  Or is that what you’ve been doing up until this point?”

Yosuke has seen girls blush before but not in such an interesting shade of red.  It’s a mix of cherries and pink candies, about five different hues going on to add to the pure insult pouring out of her narrowed eyes, “H-how dare you imply that I-”

“Whatever the case may be,” he interrupts, “I am not sleeping with a dude.  Period. Take it or leave it,” and it feels a little weird, almost surreal, to be having such a conversation with Naoto Shirogane of all people.

She sighs and mutters a soft, “Fine,” and is sure to keep her face turned away. The despicable blush hasn’t evaporated from her face yet.  She wants to make some fancy retort you’d sleep with senpai she wants to say, because everyone knows what’s meant behind those calls of partner but she knows it wouldn’t be nearly as effective with her face looking like this right now.

He smirks and says, “I get to take the bindings off right?”

The blush increases, if at all possible, her face burning as she stammers out an embarrassingly girly, “Y-Yosuke-senpai!”

He laughs, “I’m just messin’ with ya.  You really are cute when you get all flustered.”

Perhaps she should’ve thought this arrangement through more.