Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

106 - Why Am I Like This...

Like many other writers, I write what I like to read (among what you guys request). And I was just recently wanting to read... *drumroll* Ryuji x Akira from Persona 5! I just started playing it and it's rlly fuckin good.
Warning: Mentions of rape and abuse, SPOILERS

The drunken man grabbed the young boy's black hair, pulling on it to lead him into the room. Akira tried to pull back, but that only hurt him more.

"LET ME GO!" Akira pleaded.

The man growled, tightening his grip, "Shut it, Mutt." The man threw Akira against the wall, slapping him across the face. "First, you need help getting your supper ready," the man yelled, punching Akira's stomach. "Then, you start crying. Then, you take second helpings?! You're so selfish!"

That was years ago. Akira was beaten and/or raped every time he did something "wrong." He was in the attic of the café, writing in his diary after the defeat of Kamoshida.

Kamoshida reminded Akira of his father in a bad way. He was rude and treated women like sex slaves.

Akira laid down, letting Morgana curl up beside him.

The next day, Akira met up with Ryuji and Ann on the school rooftop. They were talking about their win against Kamoshida, all happy.

Except Akira.

His shineless eyes were staring at nothing, his mind blank. He gently pet Morgana, the only action he was doing.

"Hey, Aki, y'alright?" Ryuji asked.

A single tear fell from Akira's left eye, racing down his pale cheek.

"Are you okay?!" Ann asked worriedly. "We didn't say anything wrong, did we?!"

Akira snapped into reality, wiping his tear, "I'm sorry— Sorry— I—" He tripped over his words, his breathing quickening. "Sorry— I shouldn't cry—"

Ryuji reached up to tub Akira's back, but Akira flinched away, raising his arms to block his face. He sunk to the floor, curling into a fetal position. Ryuji sat beside Akira, slowly moving his hand to brush over Akira's shoulder. Akira flinched again, curling in on himself more.

"I need to go," Akira said, weakly standing up.

"Woah woah woah," Ryuji protested, standing up. "Ya can't break down like that and then just leave!"

Akira looked down, his long hair shadowing his eyes. "Please..." he whispered. "Just let me go." Ann and Morgana hesitantly left, leaving Ryuji and Akira. "Please, Ryuji, I need to go," Akira begged.

Ryuji stepped closer, making Akira wince back. "Akira... Talk to me," Ryuji said softly. "I... I want ya to talk to me."

"I want to talk to you," Akira said, looking up into Ryuji's brown eyes. "I really do."

"Then why don't ya?" Ryuji said, his voice raising.

Akira's eyes widened and he cumbled down to the floor. He pushed himself to the wall, "I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

Ryuji stopped. "I..."

"I'll stop! I'll tell you! Don't rape me—"

Ryuji crouched down, "Rape... you?"

Akira hid his face, "No... Don't..." He started crying into his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Ryuji sat beside Akira, gently letting him lay on his lap.

After an hour or two, Akira calmed down. He fell asleep on Ryuji's lap, snoring softly. He held onto Ryuji's shirt, not letting go.

Ryuji looked down at Akira, petting his black hair softly, "I love ya, Aki..." Akira snuggled into Ryuji's chest, groaning tiredly. "God," Ryuji sighed, "you're so cute."

Ryuji carried Akira to his home overtop of Café Leblanc. He smiled at a very confused Sojiro, continuing to bring Akira upstairs. He set Akira on the bed, brushing the stray hairs out of his closed eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, he leaned down and kissed Akira on the cheek. He blushed and smiled, rubbing Akira's jaw gently.

When Akira woke up, he was snuggled into something warm. He sighed softly, holding onto the yellow shirt.

Wait, yellow shirt?

Akira opened his eyes and looked up at who was holding him protectively. Ryuji was there, sleeping soundly. Akira smiled, trying to merge their bodies together. He felt safe with Ryuji, like he could tell him what he pleased, or that he could feel what he felt without regret.

"Awake so soon?" Ryuji asked in his gravelly morning voice. Akira nodded, shoving his face into Ryuji's shirt, and breathing in the smell. "I wanted to tell ya for a while, Aki..." Ryuji started, holding Akira's head gently. "I love ya."

"I love you, too, Ryu," Akira said, his voice muffled by Ryuji's shirt. Ryuji smiled, and closed his eyes, sighing happily.

"All those times I took ya out to eat, I kept promisin' myself I would tell you," Ryuji said. "But I never could bring myself to."

Akira looked up at Ryuji, "I caught on real quick."

Ryuji's face flushed with colour, "Wh—What?!"

Akira winked, "You're not really good at keeping your eyes off me." Ryuji huffed playfully, sneaking a hand down to Akira's waist. Akira shifted, getting used to being touched like that consensually.

"Just tell me when you want me to stop," Ryuji said softly, rubbing Akira's hip with his thumb. Akira nodded, closing his eyes. He felt Ryuji's warm hand slip further under his shirt, gently feeling over his back. Akira hummed softly, liking the feeling of Ryuji so close to him.

Ryuji liked it too, knowing Akira was safe in his arms. No harm would ever come to him as long as Ryuji was around. He gently traced the vertebrae on Akira's back, feeling over a couple scars, but bringing no attention to it.

"Aki?" Ryuji asked softly. Akira hummed in response. "Are we together?"

Akira shifted to look up at Ryuji, "If you want to be." He cupped Ryuji's cheek, his pale hand a great contrast to the darker tone of Ryuji's still-pale face.

"Yeah," Ryuji said in a half-whisper. "Yeah, do you?"

Akira smiled softly, "Yes."

Ryuji leaned in, the gap between their lips closing. Akira moved his hands to Ryuji's neck, closing his eyes. Ryuji brushed his lips against Akira's, their breaths mingling. Ryuji took in the smell of Akira; dirt, cologne, and... something he couldn't explain. He felt Akira's warm breath on his lips, his gentle hands holding onto his blond hair.

Akira was at peace, finally. He wasn't scared of his father storming upstairs to hurt him. Ryuji would protect him. Speaking of the blond, he had moved his hand to gently caress between Akira's shoulder blades.

The gap closed, sealing a kiss. Akira breathed out, smiling. Ryuji gently rubbed the side of Akira's ribs as he kissed him passionately. Akira kissed back, holding Ryuji's neck slightly tighter.

"I promise," Ryuji said between kisses. "I'll never leave you."

"Me too," Akira said, looking into the blond's eyes as they parted. "I promise too."

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