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heart on your sleeve, and your soul in your shoes

Summary:

There are no quick answers to the question of what they are to one another. // Dumping ground for Souyo shortform.

Notes:

Because when you have an isolated shippy moment that you don't know what to do with, you write a spazzy 3-sentence fic (and I see many spazzy 3-sentence fics in my future because these boys are just).

The first 14 of these drabbles form an accompaniment to the derpy mixtape I made for orbit. Expect any subsequent ones to spiral all over the in-game timeline, the post-game timeline, the Milky Way, the rest of the universe.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

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Their first-ever argument is at the dinner table in Souji’s house—they’re helping Nanako draw animals for her art class, and can’t agree on whether or not the cat should be a grey tabby or a calico. The tabby, Yosuke argues, looks stronger, manlier, but Souji insists it should be a calico because they’re pretty, “and also because calicos are good luck” (”but what does that have to do with anything?!”). 

When Nanako pipes up that they’re fighting just like her mom and dad, it’s Souji who leaps to his feet, throws the grey crayon down on the table and declares, more forcefully than usual, “We are not fighting.”