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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Kurusu_Akira/Sakamoto_Ryuji
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira, Sakamoto_Ryuji, Takamaki_Ann, Morgana_(Persona_5)
  Additional Tags:
      relationship, No_Spoilers, can_you_tell_I_never_post_here_ever, idk_what
      to_tag, ryuji_is_a_good_boi, akira_is_the_best_boi
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-06 Words: 3173
****** As Light as a Boulder ******
by dreamata
Summary
     Ryuji gets mad about Kamoshida and Akira is there to help.
     First in a series of drabbles.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Everything that happened to this point had a deep significance in Akira’s
growth as a human being and as a trickster. He knew that and acknowledged that
- it had to be a strange twist of fate to land him almost right in the lap of
Kamoshida, and of his newfound friendships. There had to be connections he
wasn’t seeing, that maybe he would soon. Akira stared out of the window as he
thought, vaguely feeling Morgana’s tail swishing back and forth on his thigh as
he tried to pick out the answers for himself. He leaned back and let out a deep
sigh he didn’t know he had been holding, just as his phone vibrated in his
pocket. With a quick flourish from his pocket, he checked the new message
Ryuji:  man, can we train later? I really gotta let out some steam
Ryuji: also a lot of shit has been bothering me
Ryuji:  everything is so fucked up
 
Akira shifted, typing his reply out carefully as to not be seen by Kawakami.
 
Akria:  Absolutely. Meet you in the hallway?
 
Ryuji replied faster than expected.
Ryuji:  yeah man
Ryuji:  thanks dude, i really need this.
 
Akira pocketed his phone before he got caught by Kawakami, leaning back and
zoning out for the rest of the class period.





Akira strided up to Ryuji, who was waiting patiently in the hallway against a
wall. Ryuji pushed himself off of the wall, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Where did you want to train today,” Akira asked, adjusting his glasses as he
spoke.
“Well, uh…” Ryuji hesitated before continuing, “I think I just need to rant for
a bit, if that's okay?” Ryuji rolled his shoulder, looking away as he spoke.
“That sounds fine to me.” Akira said, giving Ryuji a small smile.
 
Once the duo made it outside of the school and out of earshot, Ryuji kicked a
rock with enough force to push it about a block away. He let out an audible
grunt as he did so, shaking his head.
 “This Kamoshida stuff is all bullshit!” He kept shaking his head, taking in a
deep inhale. “How can people be so blind to someone literally abusing his
students? How can parents turn a blind eye to their children coming home with
bruises all over their bodies? Its bullshit!” He exclaimed, flexing his hand.
Ryuji kept shaking his head as he turned to Akira. “He’s even serving you a bad
hand, like you don’t already have enough shit to deal with! Its bullshit! He
shouldn’t be able to get away with shit like this!” All the blonde could do was
shake his head.
“You know, we are doing something about it,” Akira reminded gently. Ryuji
visibly relaxed a bit at the reminder.
“I know man, I know… It’s just frustrating. It's frustrating knowing you’re
risking your probation getting extended or worse because he has some weird god
complex!” Ryuji kicked another stone. “Then again, I guess you’re already well
aware of what’s going to happen if we fuck this up…” Ryuji sighed. “Going on
about this to you isn’t helping. I’m sorry, you’ve already gotta be pretty
stressed out.” Akira shook his head, shifting his weight to his other foot.
 “Don’t worry about it. It’s frustrating,” Akira made sure to meet Ryuji’s gaze
before continuing. “But you gotta channel that into the palace, right? Just
getting frustrated in reality isn’t going to do any good for any of us. Save
that frustration for beating up on shadows, alright?” Akira gave him a small
smile, tilting his head slightly. Ryuji started nodding slowly, crossing his
arms over his chest.
“Yeah man, you’re right…” He started nodding a little faster, uncrossing his
arms and shaking them out slightly. “I gotta get pumped! We gotta take
Kamoshida down and make him eat his own words!” Ryuji cracked a grin, bumping
shoulders with Akira as he kept shaking out his arms. “Man, we gotta go today.
We gotta go  now.  I’m so ready to make that bastard eat his own words!”
Akira nodded, smirking slightly. “I’ll tell Ann and we’ll head out today. Let’s
do this.”


Once the group returned from their long haul in the palace, they were ready to
send the calling card to Kamoshida. But just because they were ready, doesn’t
mean Akira was. Not yet, anyway. There was some unfinished business he wanted
to wrap up, and he still needed to get the group better weapons before they
head into the palace - which also means Akira needs to wrack up some money
before they can go in. He was mindful of the date as he whipped out his phone
again, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Ryuji and Ann slumped next
to him as Akira cracked his back by flexing his shoulders.
“Man, it never gets easier, does it?” Ryuji asked, rolling his shoulders.
“It does when you actually train  like you’re supposed to ,” Morgana quipped,
hopping into Akira’s bag as he set it on the ground.
“But man, I really am beat,” Ann trailed off, standing up and stretching out
her legs. “I think I’m gonna call it a night and head on home.” She stretched
her arms up and slapped them back down before waving at the two boys, “I’ll see
you guys tomorrow!”
 Akira nodded, stretching his arms over his chest in an attempt to relieve the
pain sitting square on his spine. It didn’t work.
“Hey man, can I crash with you tonight? I don’t want ma thinking anything weird
about me coming home super late…” Ryuji said, finally standing back up.
“Wouldn’t she think even worse if you didn’t come home at all?” Akira asked,
raising an eyebrow with a small smirk on his face.
“... Hey man, I never said I was smart.” Ryuji huffed a little bit. “Please?”
“You say that like I minded in the first place,” Akira said, pushing up his
glasses. “But we do have school tomorrow, and I only have a couch besides the
futon I’m sleeping on.”
“Dude don’t sweat it, it’s definitely better than getting interrogated by ma
when I get home.” Ryuji said, laughing a little as he shifted his weight. “She
gets so worried about me.”
 “Rightfully so, you’re her only child.” Akira pointed out, making his way to
the train that would take him to Leblanc with Ryuji in tow.
There was quite a long silence as they crammed themselves into the train,
standing shoulder to shoulder as they approached their destination. Akira
practically dozed off onto Ryuji’s shoulder, startling himself when the train
car shook unexpectedly. He shook his head and blinked a few times to keep him
awake.
In the process of no time at all, they entered the front of Leblanc with the
bell jingling their presence. Sojiro turned, letting out a small sigh.
“Finally kid, I was getting worried about you. You’re not getting into any
trouble, are you?” He raised an eyebrow, putting away one last coffee cup.
Akira shook his head, taking in a deep breath. “... I won’t grill you on it for
now. I’m heading out for the night, lock up for me.” Sojiro took off his apron
and made his way out the door, presumably to his own house for the night. Akira
locked the door behind him and turned the open sign to closed.
“Man, he’s pretty cold isn’t he?” Ryuji said, popping his own back. Akira
shrugged, taking in another deep breath.
“He’s really not that bad. Especially for the fact he really didn’t have to
take me in in the first place.” Akira said, rolling his neck. Just about
everything hurt, and there was no real way to relieve the pain radiating from
his spine.
“Alright man, well since you got that TV and the gaming system, I brought over
Gambla Goemon  as a joint welcoming and also ‘this fucking sucks so I want you
to feel a little better’ gift. I figured we could play the multiplayer or
something.” Ryuji said, brandishing the game.
“That sounds like a plan.” Akira nodded, heading his way up to his attic-
bedroom for the two to play together.
 
After a few hours of multiplayer gameplay on  Gambla Goemon,  the duo sat back
and simultaneously cracked their backs from leaning forward too much.
“That can’t be good for your backs, you know,” Morgana felt the need to quip
in, stretching out on the sofa.
“Man, screw what's good for us!” Ryuji said, popping his knuckles. “It felt
good, so I decided to do it. Is there something wrong with that?”
“I bet you Kamoshida would agree with you,” Akira said, raising an eyebrow and
wearing a smirk. Ryuji visibly reeled at this, shaking his head.
 “Hey, I didn’t mean for those to sound similar…”
“I’m only playing, you take me too seriously sometimes.” Akira said, laughing
slightly.
“I only do it because you seem so serious in palaces! Like man, you’re so
intimidating but also so  cool . The smirk you give shadows right before you
fucking obliterate  them is all I can see when I look at you.” Ryuji said
excitedly, before completely realizing how  fucking gay  that sounded.
“So, you like to think of me on the regular?” Akira said, smirking as he leaned
back again. Slowly but surely, Akira was starting to look like a jungle cat
eyeing his prey.
“Uh, wait I didn’t mean for it to-... I mean I… Uh…” Ryuji said, scratching the
back of his neck as he was completely at a loss for words. He definitely did
think about their leader more than he should, but he never planned to admit
that to him. Especially not in the gayest way possible. Because he was
definitely not gay. Right? ...right?
Akira put his arm up on the back of the chair, his smirk growing slowly.
“Y’know, Ryuji, I’m a lot more open-minded than you think. If you’re feeling so
inclined-”
“No. Seriously, no. I’m not gay and I definitely don’t think about the way you
smirk before you do literally anything in the metaverse, and I  especially
don't think about the way you adjust your gloves with your fucking mouth.”
Insert foot in mouth, Ryuji. You’ve fucking done it now.
Akira raised both eyebrows this time, scooting forward ever so slightly. “You
really need to be less harsh on yourself. If you like something, you like
something. It doesn’t matter who or what disagrees with you.” Akira tilted his
head slightly as he continued, meeting Ryuji’s gaze. “There's nothing wrong
with finding out things for yourself. I’ve had your back, and I’ll always have
your back. About everything, including this.”
Ryuji shook his head and laughed a little to himself. He knew Akira always had
a way with words and was great at getting right to the point with things, but
damn. “Fuck man, you make me seem like an idiot stumbling over my words over
here…” He gave an awkward laugh, right as Morgana snickered on the couch. Ryuji
turned a bright shade of red, having completely forgotten that Morgana was on
the couch in the first place.
“Don’t worry Ryuji, I didn’t hear  anything . I am heading out for a walk,
though. I don’t wanna be here for this.” He said, hopping off of the couch and
down to the main part of Leblanc.
Akira snickered at Ryuji’s bright hue of red, shifting slightly in his seat.
“But seriously, have you been thinking of this stuff recently? You should’ve
told me sooner.”
Ryuji took a deep inhale, staring at his knees as he spoke. “I mean yeah, I
guess. I just didn’t know how to deal with what was going on, and if I was
confusing attraction for just having one functional friend for once.” He shook
his head. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable.”
Akira shook his head. “I feel like I should be saying that to you, seeing you
stare at your knees like that.” There was a long moment of silence between the
two, before Akira eventually spoke up again. “...can I kiss you?”
Ryuji blinked multiple times, shaking his head before looking up at Akira. “I-
I.. Uh… Y-Yeah man, I guess..”
Akira audibly laughed to himself, shaking his head before he gently put a hand
on Ryuji’s cheek. Before Ryuji could fully process what was happening, Akira’s
soft lips were already on his, and Akira’s hand tangling in his hair. It felt
like nothing he had ever felt before - and that was fucking terrifying to
Ryuji. Akira pulled away, and Ryuji let out a shaky breath that he didn’t know
he had been holding. Akira raised an eyebrow.
“I can stop there, if you want.” Akira gently reminded, running this thumb over
the others cheek.
“N-No.. It's just… different feeling.” Ryuji said, shifting again. “Different
doesn’t mean bad though, it's just… different.” Akira smirked to himself,
getting up and fully cracking his back before heading over to his bed.
“Come here.” Akira prompted, shifting his weight so Ryuji could sit next to
him. Ryuji did as told, and before he knew it, Akira was straddling his hips
and their lips were together again. But this kiss wasn’t near as timid or
gentle, with Akira’s tongue pushing into Ryuji’s mouth as he gasped. Ryuji has
never had a way with words, and probably never would, but this completely fried
his brain of any thoughts he could’ve had before then. Akira’s tongue ventured
throughout Ryuji’s mouth as he let out a small noise that was trapped somewhere
between a squeak and a groan.
Akira pulled away, panting for air as Ryuji caught his breath. Ryuji looked up
to see his leader red-faced and panting, bangs half covering his face as he
looked at the other. Akira smirked when he caught Ryuji staring, which made
Ryuji’s brain fry for a second time that night. Something about how
animalistic  Akira could get in the when he set his mind on something really
set something off in Ryuji’s head. He prowls the metaverse like he’s looking
for his next target, which is deeply contrasted to how quiet and innocent he
seems in his social life.
How could you expect a trickster to not revert to his trickster habits in a
situation like this?
Ryuji was ripped from his thoughts as Akira went back in for round two, their
tongues sliding together with a little more grace than the first go around.
Akira ran his fingers through Ryuji’s hair as Ryuji made near pornographic
noises, catching himself every time he did so.
“Stop silencing yourself halfway through moans,” Akira scolded, moving towards
Ryuji’s jawline as he kissed and licked the area, earning a breath hitch from
Ryuji.
“I sound like a fucking bitch,” he said, his voice shaking as Akira continued
his descent down Ryuji’s neck.
“Only to you.” Akira reminded, sucking at the base of Ryuji’s neck. This earned
a deep moan from Ryuji, which made Akira smirk into his neck and only suck
harder.
“H-Hey man, I can’t have any wicked hickeys-” He cut himself off as his
breathing hitched again, moaning slightly.
Akira smirked, shifting his leg position to where his knee rested in between
Ryuji’s legs. He didn’t really mean to brush at the growing erection Ryuji was
fostering, but smirked when Ryuji let out a small moan as he rutted against
Akira’s leg slightly.
“F-Fuck man, I’m so sorry-” Ryuji was cut off before he could finish by Akira’s
lips on his.
“Didn’t I tell you experimenting is okay? If you like it, you like it. Really,
don’t beat yourself up over this.” Akira reminded, letting out a small noise as
he lowered himself onto Ryuji’s leg.
“I-I just feel like I’m forcing you..” Ryuji trailed off, looking away. Akira
grabbed him by the chin, forcing Ryuji’s gaze to his own.
“Does it look like I’m being forced?” Akira said, gesturing vaguely to his own
hard-on. Ryuji didn’t reply, he only grabbed Akira by his neck and pushed their
lips back together, rutting against Akira’s leg yet again. It felt like a live
wire was running through him, and he was vaguely aware he was dangerously close
to coming  entirely  too early.
Ryuji shifted, pulling away from the kiss with Akira long enough to fumble with
his pants button for an embarrassing amount of time. Akira’s breathing was
uneven above him, the first real sign of loss of composure that Ryuji had seen.
Once Ryuji managed to get the button undone and the zipper down, he could tell
Akira was completely hard. The thought alone made him blush, but he wasn’t
allowed to concentrate on that thought for long, because they were back to
making out and grinding before he knew it. Akira’s breathing had gotten heavy,
with a light splattering of moans in between staggered breaths, whereas Ryuji
couldn’t seem to shut himself up.
“F-Fuck man, I-I’m gonna cum -  A-ahh...  really f-fast at this rate…” He
struggled to get the words out, rocking his head back to moan as he gripped at
Akira’s sheets. Akira buried his head into Ryuji’s neck, licking the area
between moans.
“D-Don’t worry, me too..” Akira breathed out, and before Ryuji could even count
to ten, Akira was biting down on Ryuji’s neck as he came in his own boxers,
creating a blossoming pool of his own cum in his pants.
Something about watching Akira cum set something off in Ryuji, rocking into
Akira’s leg violently before eventually letting out a loud moan, cumming in his
own pants. That sensation felt good for about 5 seconds, before he felt
absolutely disgusting. Really, creaming your own pants like a 12 year old?
Nice, Ryuji.
Akira shifted above him, now completely aware of how disgusting he also felt.
Akira tested out his legs for a second before getting himself up, still a
little weak kneed from what just happened. Ryuji tried to stand up, but ended
up falling back over onto the bed. This earned a laugh from the other boy, as
he changed into his sleeping pajamas, wandering back over to the bed.
“You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you don’t change those now.”
Akira said, smirking knowingly down at Ryuji.
“I know man, but my legs don’t want to fucking  work .” Ryuji sighed, managing
to roll himself out of bed and onto his feet. He stopped and thought before he
chose his next words. “T-This is gonna stay between us, right..?”
“Of course. I told you, I’ve got your back and I always will.” Akira smiled,
playfully bumping shoulders with Ryuji before flopping into his own bed. Ryuji
smiled to himself and changed his boxers, shuffling over Akira’s bed.
“Do you… think I could sleep with you…?” Ryuji asked shyly.
Akira laughed and scooted over, making room for Ryuji. As Ryuji layed down,
Akira could feel the weight of the metaverse weighing on him, along with what
just happened, pushing him into a deep sleep, where Ryuji wasn’t far behind.
End Notes
     I'm so sorry if this is awful, I wrote it for a friend but figured it
     might as well get posted
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