Persona 5 X Reader A Series of One Shots

Seven Minutes in Heaven • Ryuji Sakamoto • Shy Reader

Warning - "Heh, I curse a lot, don't I?"

"Meet at my place around 8:00!! If you bring snacks ill eat them so bring snacks"

"Around 8:00? I hope I didn't arrive too late or early," you say to yourself while you walk up to his front door. You knock, with a small knot of doubt tying itself in the middle of all of your organs.

'I'd hate to get here first... or last!'

The door opened and you were relieved to see you weren't the first or last to arrive. Yusuke and Ann were already there, seated on the floor of Ryuji's living room. Ryuji, by the door gesturing for you to walk inside.

"Hey! Come on in! Akira is still ain't sure about dropin' by or not. So, we're gonna start without him!"

"Start? Start what? Oh, and I brought snacks!"

You motioned to the large box of fruity candies you had been holding ever so protectively against your chest.

You and Ryuji take a seat on the floor next to the other two, and you're unsure what to make of the scene. You notice an empty bottle in the middle of the circle your bodies made. You're thoughts began racing, worried about what you had gotten yourself into. You feel a tap on your shoulder from your right. It's Ryuji. "Huh? Oh," you say as you break the snacks free of your tight grip and open the box.

"Fruity, just like me, haha..." your laugh trails off as your eyes make their way back to the empty bottle. Ryuji pops his hand into the box and chuckles. "So uh," you work up the confidence to ask. "What are we playing, Ann?"

Yusuke sighs, as if he is disappointed with what the answer will be.

"Seven minutes in heaven... Yeah. I know, not the best but that's what Yuji wanted to play," she responded, not sounding too enthused with the idea either.

"Seven mi... Isn't that with picking names out of a hat?" You ask anyone in the room willing to answer.

"If you spin the bottle it makes it more tense, ya know?" Ryuji answers. "You wanna go first?"

You sigh and reach for the bottle, giving it a hard spin for the extra suspense. "This better not be rigged, Sakamoto." You joke. You wouldn't really mind who it fell on, seeing as...

'...you don't actually have to do anything with any of them. It's all optional! Y-You can have a nice chat, or explain why you don't want any physical contac-'

Your thoughts were cut off when the bottle slowed. Your eyes followed the neck of the bottle to a white shoe.

"For the love of mike."

"Come on, fruity! Closet's this-a way," already standing, he points towards a small hallway with a skinny door. Grabbing another small candy from the box and your hand in the other, he makes his way towards the door. He crunches the candy and turns the handle with his newly free hand.

"Fruity first, heh," a shit-eating grin spreads across his face, but it suits him. He somehow makes an asshole expression like that charming. You sit down on the floor of the closet and he does the same, closing the door behind him.

"Your time starts now! But don't be surprised if the snacks are all goooone!" Ann says teasingly through the door.

Your face heats up. You don't even know if he's sitting close, but you're nervous he might be.

"I-I don't know if I'm entirely comfortable with this," you quietly admit. "I haven't had any good experiences with kissing in the past. I-It's only happened twice in my life and they were both bad... I don't want it to turn out like that again!"

You feel a hand on your upper arm. It gently grazes your sleeve, but it feels reassuring. Although, he might just be feeling around in the dark.

"You ain't gotta do this if you don't want to. It's just some fun. We can do whatever, but I was kinda hoping to kiss you..."

"Wh-," you barely squeaked out a reply.

'No-' You immediately thought.

You've never heard someone say that to you before. He sounded dead serious, too. Your face was flustered and you could feel your heart beat more intensely. You began to sweat. Nerves were taking over, and you searched for excuses.

"I-I'm... I don't know how to... I don't..." you stammered, but he interrupted before you could get a full, comprehensive sentence out.

"Do you want me to show you?" He asked, adjusting himself in front of you the best he could, while still giving you breathing room. Fuck knows you needed it right then. You couldn't speak, but you nodded. Half of you hoped he wouldn't see it while the other half was curious.

"Don't freak out on me, 'kay? And no passin' out!" He joked, trying to ease your nerves. He leaned in a little, putting his hand on the ground near your leg to steady himself.

"I... uh..." you felt unsure, and scared. Your eyes darted all around the dark, empty closet floor. He was close enough to see. Actively avoiding his eyes until they were closed. Everything happened in slow motion, then it was at 2x speed, like a switch was flipped. His nose slid past yours, and your lips touched.

"..."

The closet was silent when you let out a small, sharp gasp and pulled back a small distance. You could feel his calm breathing, but you were still focused on his closed eyes. Forcing your eyes closed, you let your lips touch again. You were shaking so hard it was like you were shivering in a harsh snowstorm. He put his hand on your arm again in reassurance. Parting your lips from his, he says "It's okay, see?"

You didn't say anything, you couldn't. You were in complete shock. You had so many emotions washing over you, you were practically drowning. "You alright?" He assumed his seated position, moving away from you. He seemed concerned.

You closed your shocked mouth and replied very softly. "Mmhm" pursing your lips on the last hum of your reply. Your entire body was still quivering. He smiles, leaning in, asking for another. But, you just hug him with the same protective grip you had on the box of sweets. He smiles and kisses your cheek instead with a small chuckle.

"I must've gotten a little greedy, huh."

The door opens, allowing light to flood in, layering on top of your dry drowning emotions. You hide from the light, and any judging eyes, in Ryuji's neck, tightening your hold on him.

"Please, lets never play this game again, Ryuji," you say in your shaking voice. "It's embarrassing."

"Okay, but a few more rounds!" He smiles at you, helping you release your death grip on him. He goes back to his spot on the carpet.

"You don't have to take another turn if you don't wanna." He smiles and pats the floor next to him. Yusuke spins the bottle, landing on you.

"For the fucking love of Mike..."