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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ai had a lot of thoughts go into the process of making his human form. How could he not, with how much he had watched them?
A bit of AiYusa, mostly an Ai-centric character study of sorts with a focus on his relationship with gender, presentation, and his human design.
Rated T for some implied sexual situations.
(This is absolutely unbeta’d so feel free to report typos)
Since you asked for Vrains requests: Firestormshipping, Music
“What kind of music do you like to listen to?”
Truthfully, Yusaku didn’t know how to answer the question that Takeru had asked. He didn’t really have any particular preferences as far as he could tell. Looking over his collection of pirated music it was a mix of random indie artists and more mainstream things. He supposed maybe the main commonality was that it was mostly things without lyrics.
He wondered what Takeru liked to listen to, and if any of this would appeal to him. Ai had suggested making Takeru a mix tape or something, which Yusaku had to look up, because no one used tapes anymore--they were significantly before his time at this point. The only time he saw tapes referenced in the modern era was for backing up computer data, and that was an entirely different kind of tape.
But maybe the idea wasn’t so bad? Takeru had been asking a lot of these kinds of questions, about Yusaku’s likes and dislikes, looking weirdly awkward about it and then overly excited about whatever information Yusaku did give him. Maybe he would have fun with this.
Digging through his drawer, he found a flash drive and plugged it in, going through his collection of music and picking out some things he liked more than others, and things that maybe Takeru would like--not that he really had any clue what music Takeru liked.
Learning how to forge a connection was harder than Yusaku remembered it being when he was a kid. It had been so effortless when he was little, now it was a struggle and he hated it. He was stubborn though, and if throwing some music on a flash drive to give to someone that wanted to be his friend would build that connection, he would do it.
After all, he wanted to be able to forge connections more than anything else, didn’t he? He wanted to be able to connect to people besides Ai--he loved Ai but he didn’t count. They were partners--it was different.
And maybe, he wanted to see more of Takeru’s weird reactions.
/ / /
“What’s this?”
“You asked what kind of music I liked.”
Takeru was staring at the flash drive in his hands, holding it like it was something far more precious than it was.
“Oh! Thank you, Yusaku!” Again, Takeru seemed too excited about this for what it was, but Yusaku couldn’t find it in himself to be bothered.
“I’ll bring you something tomorrow too!”
Takeru reciprocating hadn’t occurred to Yusaku, but maybe it should have. In either case, while surprised, he felt warm more than off kilter.
“Sure. I’d like that.”
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Thanks for your request, Logan!! This was fun!
FireStormshipping, A day at the Pool
Spending a day in the sun was not Yusaku’s idea of a fun time, so when Zaizen asked if he wanted to come see the pool at her new place, he wasn’t particularly interested.
But then Takeru texted him at the same time to ask if he was coming, and Yusaku couldn’t think of a reason to say no to him. He didn’t like the sun, didn’t particularly like water, but he thought about Takeru being disappointed and... He didn’t like that.
*steps i n* takeyusa + "I dont like storms"
This was stupid, and definitely childish, and definitely stupid of him to be on edge about, but here Takeru was, on edge about a storm of all things. It was so stupid, so incredibly stupid, to be so antsy. He was seventeen he was too old for this! And Yusaku didn’t seem bothered at all an--
BOOM!
Thunder rattled Yusaku’s entire apartment, and Takeru was sure he had just jumped three feet in the air, and made some kind of embarrassing noise, that Yusaku surely heard, that Yusaku was never going to forget, and why couldn’t he be a little less lame and why did Yusaku have to be so cool?!
This was stupid. Why did he have to leave his headphones--
“Takeru?”
Takeru looked up from where he was staring at the floor to see Yusaku making that cute concerned face of his.
“Y-Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine! Completely!”
Yusaku frowned, visibly unconvinced, and Takeru wish he had stayed home. He resumed staring at the fascinating spot on the floor when he felt the couch cushions next to him shift and Yusaku press up against him.
“Don’t like the storm?”
“... I don’t like when they make the whole building shake.”
“It won’t come down.” Yusaku said, drawing his knees up to his chest and leaning against Takeru easily, “I’ve been in here during typhoons and it’s fine.”
Takeru felt some of the tension leaving his body as Yusaku sat there, saying more than he usually did. Comforting was not Yusaku’s strong suit, but the sincerity he put into trying was comforting in itself. The fact that Yusaku wasn’t laughing at him (not that he would) eased something in his stomach.
“Mm... They just make me nervous.” Takeru muttered. The carnage in his town as a kid had been terrifying--he didn’t know the wind could tear buildings apart the way that it had, he didn’t know the wind could down trees the way that it had. Kiku had had to live with them for a couple months because not enough of her house stood anymore to live in.
“Anything I can do?”
“Not really.”
A flash of lightning lit up Yusaku’s apartment, followed by another BOOM! of thunder, and Takeru stiffened against Yusaku.
But feeling Yusaku stay relaxed against him relaxed something inside of Takeru.
“... You’re not afraid at all?”
“I’m not.”
“I think I’ll be okay then.”
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Thank you for your request Val!! I hope you like it!
And one more: TakeRyo - Unspoken / Silent prompt
Before Takeru, if you asked Ryoken if he liked things when they were quiet, he would say that he did, but that was a lie. Or rather, a half truth. He liked the quiet when he was working, he liked the quiet when he was with Spectre, he hated the quiet of the empty mansion. He hated the quiet of being in his Father’s room, before and after his death, the only sound being the beeps of the machines and his own voice as he tried to fill the silence.
He expected to hate the silence still when he and Takeru got a place of their own and Takeru wasn’t home. He expected to always be a certain degree of uncomfortable with quiet, empty places.
But when Takeru left for university in the mornings, or anything else, the silence in the apartment was fine. It didn’t feel empty, it didn’t feel sterile. Takeru was gone, but his presence hadn’t left. His presence was left in all sorts of things, the protein powder in the cabinet, rumpled sheets on their unmade bed, a stray sock that was hanging on the edge of the hamper.
There wasn’t a sound to any of this, but it made the silence something comfortable. He missed Takeru a bit when he was gone, of course, but it was tolerable, it was comfortable, sometimes it was even nice.
He didn’t think that a person could fill up the silence without being there to fill it with their voice, but he had been wrong and he was happy he was.
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Thank you for your request Sonny!! Truly a case of the words magically coming to me and I’m just like “well alright ig.”
Okay. Yusaku and Ryoken - Nightmares
For the briefest of moments, Yusaku thought he had awoken from a nightmare. For a moment, he found his voice, his savior, and it felt like all those years of misery were at an end. That he had overcome it all, and in some twisted sense, it had been worth it.
But when Ryoken made it clear he had no interest in anything other than fulfilling his mission, he had no interest in connecting with Yusaku in any way, he realized he hadn't woken up at all.
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I’m sorry this is so short! I don’t really write for these two very often!
Thank you for your request~
Second chapter of my TakeRyo/AiYusa post series fic, Reaching Beyond, is up! Featuring some angstsaku!
Read on Ao3!
(I wrote a poem and people seem to like it so here:)
So, straight white boy What’s it gonna be? Do you accept that you have this inherent privilege that you’ve been blind to your whole life? Or do you simply accuse those trying to tell you about it of trying to make you feel bad? I have this horrible feeling you’ll do the second, Because you’re really nice and you don’t want to accept that you’ve been shitty Even though you being shitty wasn’t technically your fault It’s just the world we live in, and the way life has been set up for you But ignoring that privilege when you’re told about it And dismissing it because you “just don’t think that’s it” Is inherently shitty And you’re a nice guy You shouldn’t be acting shitty It doesn’t suit you at all In fact there are times when you open your mouth and say something That worries me Perhaps you wonder why I pick on you specifically And that’s an answer I’ve given you before But perhaps not that explicitly I don’t want to see you fuck up Because you think you need to find girls who don’t respect themselves as much in order to get what you want Or because you think someone shouldn’t be “forcing diversity” into their stories Or because you think you deserve the advantages you have, that you earned them somehow Man, I think you’re great But for fucks sake you’re lucky I still try to help your sorry ass So many people are going to give up on such an endeavor A few may already have Including yourself You think your views are okay But there are points where you will start to talk And the women you’ll want by your side in life The woman you really want Will almost certainly walk away And if they don’t walk away They’ll try and help But that’s only if you are very lucky And for now You are very lucky And you’d better recognize this privilege
