In which gender and sexuality debates of Kanji and Naoto are turned upside down, right-side up, and every which way they can be.  Behind a cut for naughty thoughts.  Guest appearances by other Persona characters, too.

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Both Kanji Tatsumi and Naoto Shirogane are very much aware of what the school says about them.  Kanji likes to sew, he’s so queer, and Kanji being with Naoto makes him more queer since she still thinks she’s a dude.  Rise Kujikawa tries to defend them, along with the other members of the Investigation Team.  All of the senpai are big fans of their relationship; had been rooting them on since day one.

Kanji and Naoto thank them for the support, but they could care less about what the school thinks.  They both know that it’s out of ignorance – and hidden desires; Kanji notices how the boys look at Naoto, even when she still thinks she’s a dude.

What the school doesn’t know is that their “indecisiveness” on their sexual preferences – gay, straight, bi – and gender – male, female – makes for some intense nights between the two.  Kanji and Naoto have decided that instead of trying to analyze it, to embrace it.  

Some days, Naoto doesn’t mind being a girl.  She doesn’t mind being the cute one in their group, doesn’t mind how Rise makes her blush (or how she’s obsessed with groping her breasts, fingers coming a bit too close to her nipples, but more on that later)  The skirts are actually quite cute – sometimes – especially if it’s something Kanji makes for her.  She smiles, and it makes Kanji’s heart melt.  

On these days he’s a complete gentlemen, or at least, he tries to be.  He is a teenager at heart and Naoto’s body is something to get excited over.  He tries to control himself, but he’s guilty of reaching orgasms rather quickly when she sits on his bed in nothing but a bra and a skirt.  She blushes every time and he stutters, but when that bra comes off Kanji is ready to go all over again.

Other days, Naoto absolutely wants to be a boy.  He wears pants.  He wears boxers.  On one particular night Kanji catches him with a sock in said boxer shorts.  He stands behind him and helps him adjust it properly, creating a lovely image in the mirror of a tall, pierced boy caressing his small lover.

Naoto uses that image to fuel his alone-time fantasies for days.  He closes his eyes, sitting at his desk at home, case papers scattered about as he imagines large hands caressing a dick that he doesn’t really have.  Hands gripping the sides of his chair, Naoto rubs his legs together, turned on by the power of sheer imagination.  Kanji is touching him, hand closed tightly around him and stroking, teasing.  Then, before Naoto can be granted release, Kanji is bending him over his sewing table, threads and fabrics being knocked off the table as Naoto places his hands against it, ass in the air and ready to be taken like a boy.

Or, perhaps, the roles can be reversed.

It’s that image that pushes Naoto over the edge, the thought of seeing Kanji flat on his stomach, shaking and blushing, possibly begging.  It leaves Naoto breathless at his desk, the image fading into the back of his mind.  

Incidentally, it’s that image that convinces Naoto to buy certain devices that can replace that damp sock of his.  Kanji is more than happy to oblige.  He’s long since admitted to himself that the male body is something to be admired – that guy in the tattered red cape with the scruffy chin they met months ago certainly didn’t help.  Adding such desires to Naoto – who, to Kanji, is already perfect – is probably the hottest fucking thing the pierced teenager has ever come up with.  

But it’s more to it then that.

One day, Kanji quietly admits that that dress in the beauty pageant?  Yeah, he did feel “pretty,” as Yukiko-senpai had said.  He liked how the fabric caressed his skin, liked the way his legs looked in heels.  He’s embarrassed as fuck to tell Naoto about this – why, he’s not sure, since she flips the gender switch on whim – but he does, indeed, tell her.  

And on those particular nights Naoto the boy shows up, Kanji still embarrassed, legs spread and legs ending in the pair of heels that no one knew she kept from the pageant.  Naoto drops to his knees, applies gentle kisses to his mistress’ smooth legs, and Kanji has to keep her hand clamped over her mouth in fear of waking her mother.  It’s hard to do, especially when Naoto insists that she keeps on the heels and the fur shawl she’s wearing – Kanji knows where the inspiration came from and teases Naoto about it all the time, only to be taunted about a certain short haired boxer.  It’s fantastic what Naoto can do with his imagination and his store bought penis, how with the right amount of grunting and a tight enough grip on Kanji’s hips that, suddenly, gender is flung out the fucking window.  

Kanji the girl, Naoto the boy.  Kanji has to keep her face buried in a pillow, Naoto has to keep his bottom lip in between his teeth.    

Despite Naoto’s desire for organization and order, she allows for their sex life to be as chaotic as the Midnight Channel itself.  Boy and girl, boy and boy, girl and boy, girl and girl, there’s no set plan on what day is for which couple, which day Naoto will wear a skirt, which day Kanji will flaunt those legs.  But somehow, it makes sense to the two of them, and in the end that’s all that really matters.