My mind is running dry… I can’t think of any hcs to write anymore… my vocab is poor and bland and elementary. I cant be creative like I used to be just a couple days ago. I think I have exhausted my creative juices. I felt this invisible pressure of producing content on a regular basis and on a set schedule that I just pushed myself to write even though I can stare at my draft for minutes while blanking tf out (´∩｀。) I need a smol break :( sorry friends.
jjk fic | yuuji/junpei | time travel fix-it | ao3 link | chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 (on tumblr)
Junpei meets a weird pretty boy at the movies who won’t leave him alone.
**Junpei’s pov of a Yuuji that has gone back in time to change everything. Yuuji never mentions it though, so i leave all that stuff to your imagination.
ch 7: Junpei worries about how his actions can come off to outsiders.
Junpei knew he wasn’t a manly man.
That was funny even in his head. No one would consider Junpei manly.
Yeah, he was gay, he was thin and small and shy, and his voice wasn’t the deepest. He had long hair and he didn’t dress like a slob.
He liked guys.
He wasn’t sure if his classmates knew, he’d done his best to seem straight, normal, same as any other boy, but when they were calling him names it was one of the things they’d throw out there.
It hurt. It made his nose prickle and his throat dry, but he never reacted in any way that could be suspicious.
They based it off how he looked. What did his looks have to do with liking guys? How did being fine with looking feminine or androgynous mean wanting to kiss boys?
Yuuji...wasn’t helping matters.
Not that anyone would think Yuuji was gay! It was more than Junpei was being protected by Yuuji, who was pretty good looking. It was easy to assume that others would be thinking that Junpei had a thing for him.
….Which wasn’t necessarily wrong, but Junpei didn’t want others to think that!
And Yuuji was so touchy! An arm around Junpei’s shoulders in a teasing sort-of hug walking down the hall, or steering him from behind by his shoulders, or taking Junpei’s wrist to lead him to a theater when he couldn’t keep up with Yuuji’s enthusiasm.
What if Yuuji caught on? He’d be weirded out. Both of their actions would be constantly examined through a romantic lens, which would destroy the ease of their friendship.
Also, Junpei knew that there was something about him that people didn’t like. He didn’t know what it was, but he could see it in his classmates, who either hated him or didn’t care enough to stand up for him.
He could see it in his teacher, who was just annoyed by Junpei enough to find it hard to remain professional, or to care enough to stop the bullies.
Would it eventually get through to Yuuji? Would he get put off by Junpei? Stay friends with him out of obligation until Yuuji resented him? When would Yuuji regret ever having been friends with him?
Every other weekday Yuuji went over to Junpei’s place or had Junpei over at his own place for a couple hours.
Every other Friday and sometimes Saturday, Yuuji stayed over at Junpei’s or Junpei stayed over at his. Maybe that was way more frequent than most friendships, but being around him made Junpei feel safe and, just, better .
Yuuji’s roommate was never around. Yuuji’s place felt like it was mostly Yuuji’s, with a reasonably stocked fridge and anime posters and western actors decorating the walls.
Yuuji would order takeout once in a while, explaining that money wouldn’t be an issue for years, or he’d make something quick - with Junpei helping out, unwilling to stay in the living room or bedroom while Yuuji was working.
Yuuji was doing well for himself. When Yuuji would mention some little thing or anecdote about his grandfather - Junpei could never bring himself to ask - he would sound fond and a little sad. He admitted that he’d seen his grandpa’s death coming, and had been able to say goodbye.
In the dark of the bedroom, when they were about to go to sleep, Junpei would hold his pillow as Yuuji whispered of no visitors, and an old man dying with only one person in the world to miss him. Voice getting wet while talking about keeping his grandpa’s stuff, but having to put it in storage because he just couldn’t look at it, and the guilt of living on so easily.
Even then, Junpei had to wonder, would it be weird if he held Yuuji’s hand? Even if he didn’t mean anything by it, would it seem like he was coming on to Yuuji when he was vulnerable?
Junpei never knew what to say, and the first time he reached over to gently take Yuuji’s hand, Yuuji held on to it for hours. From then on, that was his go to way to comfort Yuuji.
But…life outside of their rooms just wasn’t that simple, and Junpei knew there was a storm on the horizon.
