Once upon a time Gotou had this thing called self-control.
That was before Masayoshi, before Masayoshi warm and solid in his bed, hair tangled from sleep and sex and grey-blue eyes watching Gotou with fascination. No one had ever WATCHED Gotou like that, not that he could remembe(more)r ... he'd chased off all his friends early on, he made a point not to get close to classmates at the academy, he was himself alone ... but Masayoshi changed all of that, and quickly too.
"What're you LOOKING at," Gotou said, and smushed a pillow over Masayoshi's face. He really needed a cigarette but that included pants as Masayoshi would whine at him for smoking in the room.
Masayoshi flailed blindly, found the other pillow on the bed by sheer luck, and winged it at Gotou, clipping the top of his head. Gotou laughed as Masayoshi surfaced, sputtering - and Masayoshi grabbed Gotou by the arm, yanking him sideways and down.
Gotou rolled onto his back and grinned as Masayoshi loomed over him, palms on the mattress. "Why are you so MEAN," Masayoshi pouted. Gotou reached up and cupped his cheek with one hand, and Masayoshi turned his face into Gotou's palm and sighed.
Because. Because I don't think you're real, you can't be real and one time I'm going to go to touch you and find out you were never real to begin with.
"Because I like you," Gotou said, and Masayoshi grabbed both of his cheeks and pinched them out. "OI!"
"It's only fair!" Masayoshi said. Gotou grabbed Masayoshi's face with both hands and pulled him down sharply - Masayoshi yelped but then Gotou was kissing him, warm breath and tongue and everything that was arguably Masayoshi - and when released, Masayoshi pouted at him again. "You're STILL mean."(less)
Yosuke didn't know what he'd done wrong. He knew it had to be him, because that was how it always went. It had happened with his friends back in the city, and now it was happening here; the common thread was him, so it seemed like the logical conclusion. To be honest,(more) he'd been expecting it to happen in March, when distance would make it natural to lose touch. He hadn't expected it now, in December, with the case still unsolved.
The worst part was that it seemed like it was just him. Souji still smiled warmly at Yukiko, still laughed at Chie's jokes, still encouraged Kanji, still amiably endured Rise's flirting. Yosuke would be walking through town and see Souji with people just the same way as he always had. It was Yosuke who was different, and he spent most of his idle moments struggling to figure out why.
It was mid-January when he saw Naoto waiting in front of the shoe lockers. "Senpai," she said furtively, tugging on the brim of her cap, "there is a matter I wish to discuss with you."
They sat on the roof of the school for an hour, huddling close together in the fog and snow as Naoto shared all of her theories about Souji's recent behavior. She'd noticed the subtle ways he'd withdrawn since December; Yosuke should have known nothing would escape Naoto's careful scrutiny. "My theory," she said finally, her breath visible in the cold air, "is that Souji-senpai harbors feelings of guilt. The fact that he has exhibited this behavior mainly towards you and, to a lesser extent, myself leads me to believe we are the primary catalysts for these feelings."
"So what are we supposed to do about it?" Yosuke asked, staring at his gloved hands.(less)