Summoning a new persona that matches a party member's arcana for the first time since maxing their Social Link (Confident? I haven't played 5) leaving the teammate Intensely Aroused.
The fact that you were a Wild Card had been known across the Phantom Thieves for long enough that it in itself was not a matter of shock or surprise. It was through your willpower that enabled you to carry multiple masks and balance them so carefully, always on the edge between chaos and and order. You always felt a deep sense of respect from your teammates in acknowledging this ability, and it was a respect that you rarely considered strange--but there were times that emotions seems to slip beyond the lines of expectation.
Akira was the de-facto leader of the Phantom Thieves, one that nobody would argue and less likely disobey. He had an air of authority that few could deny, including yourself. To think such a quiet, polite boy could be such an agent of magnificent chaos, always one step ahead of everyone else in both mind and body alike--you had never seen him surprised before. Never seen his expression waver, his eyes flick with a moment of shock or uncertainty.
Until now.
Until you summoned your first mask of the Fool. Dionysus. A symphony of disorder and wild abandon, of mischief and rebellion. A piece of you that had always been within, suddenly surging forward like a wave cresting over the rocks of your body. It’s not a wholly unfamiliar sensation, you had summoned other personas before that had not been your original mask--but there was something about this one that seemed to catch you unguarded. Raw and vulnerable.
It all happens in the span of just a couple breaths, though it yet feels like an eternity. The taste of the name on your tongue, familiar despite being the first time summoned forth. It brushes against your lips like a faint kiss of a lover, bringing so much pause to the confidence of your summoning that you instinctively look towards your team’s leader, towards Akira.
And he meets your gaze boldly, wildly, with an expression so open that it in itself makes your heartbeat quicken.
The Fool. The mask. Uncertainty quickly leaves you as clarity grows, branching out like a crystal within your chest, with realization just as sharp as the coarse edges. Akira stares back at you as the power of the mask comes to brim within you, threatening to pour over the edge. Suddenly you feel such a deep kinship with the man standing beside you, feeling as if you know him as intimately as yourself.
Rebellion. Love. Loss. Yearning. Desire.
The emotions run wild in your mind and heart, mingling with a second force you quickly realize is not your own, but of Akira’s own.
As a Wild Card, it’s not unusual to summon personas that have kinship with others around you, but not once had you felt such a connection before, as if you and Akira shared the very same heart, the very same ambitions, the very same emotions.
And those emotions run wild and free, thumping as wildly as your heart, burning as hot as the fire in your belly.
The actual summoning is over before you can fully realize what had happened, and the battle shortly thereafter. The team as a whole is too preoccupied with the victory to notice the way you and Akira look at one another, gazes locked and vulnerable only to eachother. It’s as if suddenly you understand Akira’s deepest facets of his person, so intimate that you can feel the weight of his gaze smother you with heat and want and lust.
No, you’d never seen your leader’s face lose it’s composure before, nor had you known the delight of his lips and hands on your skin, the heat of his body pressed to your own in writhing pleasure-
But you suppose there’s a first time for everything, right?