@tenebriism // Ryuji & Yusuke!

@tenebriism // ryuji & yusuke!

Maybe he was right. ━ Right. in the way there was no maybe about it. He knew better. Ryuji wasn't stupid like that. He knew where his limits laid, claws in the sand, unregretful of their own existence like he at times wished they would be, and thus was on their behalf. He knew what was not enough and what was too much, pushing became shoving became something else ( something he doesn't like to talk about. Something that keeps finding him. )

but Ryuji's always been stubborn ━ it's just that this time, maybe it wasn't just being stubborn ( that something else conjuring a byproduct; hands heavy enough to be cruel, only to himself. only to himself. )

Claws in the sand, wishing he was more than he was, pushing then shoving then falling; being caught. being told something he knew, but wouldn't listen to. Slowing down.

Slowing down. Slow down.

Ryuji takes the time as Yusuke talks to catch his breath, chest heaving with a greater weight than it should, two times his size. convulses in relapsing effort to get enough air to the rest of him ( almost lightheaded ). a body rebelling against itself when pushed too far; one leg shaking that ripples throughout him as if a reminder of the consequence, a scar like a lightening strike across his knee back and along to his calf ━ visible at the hem of gym shorts as if reaching up to meet the fabric in familiarity of a time where it was born, and then revoked from.

” No, Yusuke, I just━ I needed━ “ the sentence dies, half focused on in its utterance in the first place, the attention cut then tapered. he finds himself white knuckling a support as his breathing begins to even out.

his entire body quakes with the intensity of that consequence, a vital support refusing the pushing to be pushed too far, refusing the criteria of its creation to be met twice. the scar; an ugly reminder. he finds himself staring at it as Yusuke speaks, hunched, kneecap shuddering as if given its own mind and the tendons down his calf like guitar strings in conviction of the same cause, before his attention gathers itself back to Yusuke when he begins to pull something from his bag ( confusion, then surprise. how often he forgets, how people love him. how they remember. )

his expression is not one of instant gratitude, or even of anger that spills from his shoulders into his collarbone and floods him, its indescribable, almost unnatural on his features ; Ryuji, always feeling in extremes, unable to solidify what he was feeling in the first place. ( This, too, was an extreme. you just didn't know the name of it. )

… the expression caves in on itself — 'softens', too romantic of a word — after a long moment to dissolve resolution and Ryuji limps, pain jolting up the back of his leg into the pelvis then echoing up his spine of which he understood better than anyone ever could, and he allows himself to — lacking grace — haphazardly drop into the spot assigned to him by Yusuke. His leg refuses to stop shaking despite the lack of pressure ( the pressure both was and was not the problem; always the strain. always the strain ; until it becomes too much. )

he feels pathetic like this, acid through steel, rust still creeping and eating at him. he tries to shake it off.

” Yeah. Thanks, Yusuke, I just… “ he trails off, and an unwillingness to admit what had driven him to extremes clumps in his throat like congealed blood from an old wound that wont close.

” I really want to be strong for the team. Guess I kinda got too in my head. I didn't mean to worry you or nothin'... Sorry... “

I don't want this feeling to be love anymore, I want it to be a secret between you and me

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I know the meme says 'one thing about xyz' for each topic but i am making my own rules I'm just gonna go hog wild <3

First off: your interpretations are GENUINELY really nice!!! I REALLY enjoy your portrayals of Gaster, Bendy, Anakin, Spock, the list goes on!!! Even muses I don't know the source material of, like Luka, I wind up REALLY liking!! I love all of them, they have a very lively feeling to them which i genuinely from the bottom of my heart LOVE, I LOVE watching them engage in other threads or on the dash even when its not involving myself, they feel so packed full of energy and sincerity all the damn time and you (and as a result Them) are SO fucking funny that it adds to it, especially in dash shit because I'll see you crack jokes like a motherfucker but it Still be in character and it's wild to me!!!! it's almost magical!

there's just this charismatic vibe to your writing & characterizations and this human sincerity to all your characters without feeling out of turn for any of them and I love the way they bounce off the walls with your writing style accompanying it Super nicely and I just!!! I really love reading it, I wish I could interact more/find more excuses to interact but brain's dumb but I still LOVE it /gen

And on top of that, you yourself as a mun are incredibly nice even if I'm not the best with starting conversations, your fucking HILARIOUS (you have No idea how many times a joke you've made in a random IC post on my dash has made me Loose My Shit laughing), your enjoyment of things is genuinely almost infectious, like!!! You're genuinely just great!!! Even If I don't know you that well, I'm REALLY glad we wound up meeting!!! <3 <3 <3

Softcore by The Neighborhood….couldn’t stop thinking about Zelink…..

" O-oh- No, man! I know when my birthday is I don't━ I'm good━━ " ( quickly googling 'help i tricked my friend into thinking i'm ill what do i do' )

don't look at him like that he's just a little guy would you judge a little guy on his birthday ( it is not his birthday )

Ryuji's heart thundered in his ears.

As if a hundred careless nights of thunder that scarcely spooked him roiled in his blood instead, a retribution that choked his veins, momentum of adrenaline leaving him suddenly feeling too big for his body.

the glass from the street-light's shattered bulb spilled out when it crashed, all worn and bent metal of its holder that gleamed in the afternoon light, decorating the pavement with a glitter that would've been beautiful if not for the danger it posed; small shards angled towards Ryuji's shoes, as if the only thing between it and Naomi was him, and him alone. Perhaps not entirely true, but he finds himself kicking it away with a scraping sweep of his sole against the ground once or twice regardless, repelling it back & away to whence it came.

Ryuji brushes the small glass shards — almost dust-like — off of their uniform jacket, one he finds himself recognizing, but their ( understandable ) fear & shock is what brings his attention back, as if suddenly remembering the human language in a moment of all movement & adrenaline.

He doesn't even realize she's holding his hand until he finds himself aware of how it's climped awkwardly in position by theirs when he attempts to move it. He stiffens slightly, unexpecting it, but certainly not unwelcome. If you were attentive, you might be able to discern the distant attempt at a squeeze back despite the poise his fingers were caught in.

” What?! Hell no! I'd be freaking out way worse right now. you're pretty tame in response of almost getting damn guilotine'd by a light fixture-! “ Ryuji's response is an honest one, but perhaps not the most comforting in word-choice. He brushes the remains off her shoulders

” Jeez! Maitenance in Shibuya sucks. You could've gotten really hurt- Ah— “ the hand that'd been sweeping off the debris stalls itself, concern taking over his features

” You okay, by the way? No glass or metal shit hit you or anything? ”

@quillheel | SAFEGUARD : for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. // from ryuji! persona verse!

She felt a strong shove pushing her, what could have happened to her was that she could have been hit by a falling street light. This wasn’t an average moment in her life; this was different, seeing a serious injury could have happened to her.

Made her become stiff.

“I… give me a second.” Without even thinking, her first action was to hold Ryuji’s hand without a single thought in her mind and held it.

“Thank you… that was so dumb of me to not pay attention. Um… sorry I’m overreacting to this aren’t I?”