Crave | P5: 2 | Persona 5 Protagonist

You love his little mannerisms and quirks.

You love how mysterious he is.

Maybe… you’re becoming obsessed?

He’s a beautiful young man. Somehow so beautiful that he made you hurt. In the wild, hungry streets of Shibuya, an enigmatic love was blooming. Love? Definitely. But somehow, your own feelings still puzzled you. Your dreams still plagued you, but at this point, you were welcoming them with open arms. You wanted more of him, to hold him and plant kisses all over his face. Lately, however, he had started to look tired, ragged, and blatantly exhausted. What ailed him? You were curious as to ask. But you hadn’t yet. He could see it. You knew that he could see the concern in your expression.

Recently, a thief had grown infamous among Shibuya. His calling card was often left at his next targets, which was daring and bold of any thief. Still, your father, one of the head detectives at the police station, was also becoming exhausted. He was out of the house more and more lately. Everything had suddenly become so chaotic, so turbulent. But your lover was the center of your world.

Today, you had been invited to lunch with him.

“Hello…” You greeted him quietly, giving a yawn. You jolted as he touched your arm, his cold fingers brushing against your warm skin. You have a laugh. “What? Are you a vampire? Your hands are too cold.”

“Ahh, no.” He gave a small chuckle as he gazed at the menu. “I’m concerned, though. You’re exhausted today. Has anything happened?” You felt guilt weigh you down. He was so concerned over you, but you had noticed the recent change in his demeanor and had not uttered a word!

His hand moved over yours, and your voice became stuck in your throat.

“I’ve been selfish. I haven’t even asked how you are. You’ve been so tired. Not just today, but lately. I didn’t want to be nosy.” You shakily moved your other hand, and shifted both of your hands to clutch his own. You felt electrified just from touching him. “I-I want you to be happy. I don’t like seeing you so… exhausted.”

“Relax.” You held your breath as he laced his fingers with your own, giving you that dazzling smile of his. He was honestly too beautiful. No matter how much you looked at him, you could never get tired of gazing into his eyes, and looking at his face… How his tousled, messy-hair and clunky glasses gave him an odd, but charming look. He was handsome without his glasses, too. But his personality was--you were beginning to rant in your head. “I’m perfectly fine. I’ve been studying for some exams.”

“If you say so. But if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.” You offered genuinely. His gaze turned tender, and he nodded.

“I’ll make sure to come to you.”

After your date, he had offered to walk you home. It was a gracious offer that you accepted, willing to do just about anything to be in his company. The two of you conversed lightly about a wide range of different subjects, from schoolwork to recent happenings and rumors circulating around the streets. However, what caught you off guard was the feeling of his now warm hand sliding into yours. Your pulse escalated dramatically, but you accepted the tender gesture, peering up at him with wide eyes. He smiled softly down at you. A warm feeling circulated through your very being.

“I-I--uhh, where was I?” You stammered as he laced his fingers with yours. He gave a gentle chuckle, the sound very much resembled the finest of velvet.

“Do I dazzle you that much?” He teased, eyes twinkling mischievously. He had started to be more open with you as your relationship progressed. You didn’t really mind it. In fact, it only made you like him more, which you hadn’t of thought was possible. You walked through the thinning crowds, before you finally came at your apartment building. You lived alone, as your father was often at work, and your mother was overseas frequently. Yet, he didn’t leave you there. “Is it okay if I walk with you more?” He questioned, having never ventured beyond the automatic sliding doors. You gave him a smile and a nod.

After a quick trip up the elevator, he escorted you to your apartment’s door. He peered down at you, and before he could speak, you opened your mouth and blurted out a question.

“Would you like to come in?”

Your father wasn’t home. You could do anything you wanted.

“Yes, I’d like that. I’ve never seen your apartment before.” He told you, nodding. You fumbled with the keys, jamming them into the lock before hastily opening the door. He walked in with you. You had a relatively plain apartment. It wasn’t very decorative, but it was nonetheless pale and sleek. “It’s very nice and open. I usually have too much clutter in my house.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You questioned him in a polite manner. He shook his head.

“No thank you.” He gave you a teasing look, before continuing to speak. “You don’t need to be so formal with me.” He told you gently, and you shakily nodded. The fact that he was finally in your apartment only made you more exhilarated, but also quite nervous. You had many dreams that went like this before--shit. You scolded yourself internally. You had to stop thinking in such a lewd manner. Nonetheless you moved to sit next to him, suddenly feeling more overheated than ever at the proximity. “I don’t bite.” He noticed your discomfort and informed you. “Or maybe I do.”

He was suddenly incredibly closer than you remembered him, his breath in your ear as his voice dipped down to a low coo. His chuckle played to your indulgent fantasies. All too quickly, he was gone, and you were disappointed. Sparing a look up at him, you realized that he was teasing you! You huffed irritably, giving him an irate look. He gave a quiet noise of amusement.

“Don’t-don’t tease me.” You huffed at him, crossing your arms in an aggravated way. You almost regretted it when you felt his arm slide around your waist, bringing you closer.

“So you want me to go further, then?” A small, hot puff of air of your neck provoked an involuntary shiver from you. You froze as you felt his lips brush against your neck, his other arm sliding around your shoulders to bring you ever-so-closer to his delightedly gentle form. “Even if you won’t say it, I know that you do.”

Did you?

Yes, you did.