Fic: Storm

[ingenious_spark]

Title: Storm
Fandom: SMT: Persona 3
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Relationships: Persona 3 Protagonist (male)/Sanada Akihiko
Characters: Persona 3 Protagonist (male), Sanada Akihiko
Word Count: 567
Summary: Minato wakes up the day after they defeat Nyx, looks out the window at the horrible storm, and just goes back to bed.

The day after they defeat Nyx, it storms. The world outside his dorm room window is a mess of wet sleet and wind. It matches the pressure of impending doom that nestles in Minato's chest. He stares out at the mess blankly, rolls over and goes back to bed.

An indeterminate amount of time later, a knock comes at the door. Minato surfaces with a jaw-cracking yawn and calls for whoever it is to come in. Probably Aegis. It's a shock to see a familiar red sweater vest instead. Minato abruptly becomes aware he's still just wearing his pajamas, and that his hair is an absolute bird's nest.

"...Akihiko-senpai," he says awkwardly. Akihiko closes the door and sits in his desk chair, flicking on his lamp.

"We were worried when you didn't show up for class." Akihiko says, seeming to look him over. Minato runs his fingers through his hair a little nervously, trying to get it to lie as it usually does.

"...just tired." Minato murmurs, looking away. "Surprised everyone else made it to class, honestly."

"Well, Iori didn't," Akihiko huffs out a little chuckle. The window rattles ominously, and then the power goes out, plunging them into the gloom of the storm. Akihiko sighs. He's being awfully subdued, Minato's a little concerned.

"Sorry I worried you." He says after a moment, eyes already adjusted to the faint, grayish darkness. He sees Akihiko run a hand through his hair, squinting over at him.

"You should probably eat something." He says, abruptly standing and striding to the door. Minato scrambles out of bed, almost falling on his face to catch him before he goes, hand around his wrist. Akihiko stills, his other hand on the doorknob.

"I'm sorry I worried you, Akihiko." Minato repeats softly. Akihiko's so stiff for a moment that Minato wonders a little hysterically if he's been frozen. Akihiko has seemed almost overprotective, since Shinji. Minato knows it will be hard on him, what's coming. Still, he can't regret the extra time. The ability to remain with his friends for just a little longer. Akihiko moves in a burst of speed, whirling to embrace Minato tightly. His face gets smushed up against the warm, soft red wool of that ever-present sweater vest, and he breathes in the scent of faint sandalwood cologne. It's really nice, if equally surprising. He cautiously returns the hug, a little confused.

"Akihiko?" Minato mutters, making the name a question. Instead of replying, Akihiko ducks his head and kisses Minato, making all of his higher brain functions completely short out. Panic is a dull roar at the very back of his brain, but it's overridden by hormones. He finds himself eagerly pressing up into the kiss, hands slipping up to cradle the back of Akihiko's neck, even as his stomach twists. Regret makes him nauseous at the same time as elation and attraction lets butterflies loose in his stomach. Bad combination.

Akihiko is as flushed as Minato feels, when he breaks off the kiss. Minato can only stare up at him, quietly poleaxed. Where did that come from? Not that he's complaining, but how did he miss this?

"You should eat something." Akihiko reiterates softly, tucking some of Minato's hair behind his ear, the touch lingering like a caress. Minato nods, still kind of in shock, and Akihiko slips back out of Minato's room before he can find his words.