#shinjiro aragaki fic

[thefoxtherapist]

Stolen Coat

Shinjiro has no idea what he did with his precious clothing article.

tags: gn!reader, soft fluffy.

Shinjiro had looked everywhere he could think in the dorm. Steely eyes scanned over his room for a fourth time. He barely left the space, and he knew it wasn’t downstairs, he had checked the roof. The man felt a shudder run down his spine, his hands shook as his inability to manage his temperature chilled him significantly. 

He tried to think, pacing in his room to try and generate more heat. There was one possible place. Did you have his coat? Your room completely slipped his mind during the ordeal of searching for his prized coat. But Shinjiro didn’t remember leaving it in your room. Still, he groaned, pulling open his room door to go check.

He quickly found himself in front of your door, loudly knocking with a shaky hand. He waited a beat for a response before he knocked louder, harder. Despite how the chill made his knuckles feel painfully stiff. He heard quiet shuffling on the other side, taking a half step back as you opened your room door, only poking your head out.

“Hey Shinji!”

“Where is it?” His voice was colder than he intended it to be, but he was freezing, and he really needed his coat. You raised a confused eyebrow before it dawned on you, a sheepish smile crossing your face as you stepped back to let him into your room. Shinjiro entered quickly, closing your door behind him before he looked at you fully.

He stopped mid opening his mouth, quickly closing it again.

You were wearing his coat. 

It suited you well. The colour was nice, the fit was nice, if a bit loose given he wore one larger than his own size. But it was his, and he was cold.

“Don’t I look cute?” You teased, rubbing the back of your neck with that same bashful smile.

“Yes, now hand it over.”

Shinjiro didn’t care about appearances, the effects of the suppressants were getting to him, as much as he hated them. You could see him shaking, even with his arms crossed over his chest, nearly hugging himself, with his chin almost hidden by his turtleneck. 

You brought your hands up, unbuttoning his coat and sliding it off of your warm body. You held it out to him and your boyfriend took it quickly, pulling it over his sweater and pulling it closed to continue hugging himself. He knew you felt bad, he could read it on your face, he averted his eyes from your face.

He wasn’t the easiest man to date, that was for sure. It’d taken some time before he came up to you days after rejecting you to give you a chance. And that was a lot for him, you knew that. But you also knew how to peek beneath the surface of his exterior. The one he so cleverly crafted. 

He watched as you pulled the blankets back on your bed before you sat on the edge. Then you held your arms open wordlessly. Shinjiro looked around, as if somebody could possibly be hiding in your dorm room. He then kicked his boots off, also wordless as he nearly threw himself into your arms.

“Oof-”

Shinjiro melted into you, opening his coat to engulf you in it and wrap his arms around you as best as he could in the position. You wanted to laugh as you struggled to tug him onto the bed and on top of you properly. But you managed with his shaking aid. You flailed slightly, grabbing the blankets after a few attempts and pulling them over your bodies.

“But you can’t stay, we already got in trouble for last time.”

“Fuck that.” His voice was muffled by your skin, his face buried against your neck. “I don’t care. They won’t kick us out, they need us.” That much was true, and you relaxed underneath his weight. He wasn’t very heavy anyway, it wasn’t difficult. You could feel how cold he was, but beneath the blankets, it was a cold that wouldn’t last very long.

“Fine.. But you’re buying me dinner tomorrow, Shinji.”

“Deal, now hold me.” Shinjiro always managed to sound rough, even as he was blatantly demanding your affection. Definitely not the easiest man to date, but the one you fell for. Happily so.

You snorted, squeezing his waist.

[miusato]

Comparison is killing me slowly

Anyway my commission is Open :]

[marikodraws]

Carry you home

redo of this drawing from some years back :3

[jestarcana]

I really enjoy your Brittle Sea Star AU (love the idea of post canon Akechi interacting with Shinji...) so I'd love to see any doodles based on that AU!! Or even just a few hcs/things you'd like to share I love hearing about it ☺️

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoy this AU!

SEES has been on Shinji's ass for years to hire a part-timer because of his health, and Goro's the best he's got. After witnessing Fuuka's development from disaster to decent, he's determined to help Goro get there haha

I have some more posts over here if you're curious about random headcanons, shitposts, and thoughts!

[canaryinacoolmine]

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[hecksupremechips]

Akihiko becoming a cop is something that simply doesn’t happen in the coma route cuz Shinji would see that shit and be like Aki what the actual hell is wrong with you

[z-grist]

Aki & Shinji

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

At first it’s just an unexpectedly early but otherwise normal visit from Aki– boxing practice had been canceled last-minute for whatever reason, leaving Aki free to come pester him as soon as classes ended. As the date of their last mission creeps closer and closer, Aki makes sure to keep him up to date on their progress through Tartarus. 

Shinjiro doesn’t know why he bothers. It’s nice to know, but it’s not like telling him any of this will make a difference. He won’t be there for the final battle, and after that, Tartarus and the Dark Hour will just be unpleasant memories and it won’t matter anymore. 

Still. It’s kind of sweet that Aki wants to keep him posted on everything, even if all he can do is sit here uselessly. Plus he gets to hear about blackmail-worthy mishaps like Junpei getting charmed and attempting to serenade one of the shadows they’d been fighting.

Aki describes the latest dead end they’ve encountered, and the strange note that had been left for them to find there. It’s weird, Shinjiro thinks, that there’s still more of the tower that they can’t get to, even though there’s only one big shadow left. 

Then again, the idea that they needed to get to the top of Tartarus had only ever been a guess, hadn’t it? Hell, the idea that Tartarus was the source of the Dark Hour was just a guess too. If getting rid of the twelve big shadows would get rid of the Dark Hour, then they were probably the source. Maybe the tower had only ever been a scar left over from the explosion that had started this whole mess.

And it’s not like the damn thing followed any kind of logic, anyway. Stupid to expect it to come to a nice and tidy end, probably.

He’s about to run this line of thought by Aki, but he’s distracted by the sound of shuffling coming from the doorway. His door is open right now, if nothing else so people won’t have to knock if he gets more visitors. The last person he’s expecting to see is standing there. 

It’s Amada. 

This is the first time Shinjiro’s seen him since… Well. Since the obvious. He immediately zeroes in on Amada’s left ear. The actual scars are pale and faint, but the knuckle sized chunk of empty space that interrupts its shape is impossible to miss.

His chest feels like it’s been packed with ice, his lungs frozen solid. He can’t even cough. 

Aki seems equally shocked. Clearly Amada hadn’t told him that he’d be stopping by–  for one thing, Aki would for sure have given Shinjiro a heads-up if he’d known. Amada looks about as surprised to see Aki as Aki is to see him– he had probably thought that Aki would still be at practice right now.

Between the three of them, it’s Aki who gets his shit together enough to speak first.

He says it in the same ‘don’t worry you’re not in trouble’ tone he used to use with skittish new kids at the orphanage.

He comes into the room mostly as a technicality, just barely inching over the threshold and sidling along the wall beside the door. It’s not like Shinjiro can really blame him for his nerves.

God, it is weird to hear that tone in Aki’s voice how it sounds now, instead of how it sounded back when it was still a coin flip whether it would crack or not.

Amada continues to worry about it. His eyes flick between Shinjiro and the floor, then Aki and the floor, then to Shinjiro again. He looks like he’s two seconds away from bolting.

He wonders if his attempt to sound casual sounds as forced and fake as it feels. 

Aki makes eye contact with him, frowns so slightly that probably only Shinjiro or Kirijo could pick up on the expression– a question. Shinjiro gives a nod so small that, again, only Aki or Kirijo would notice it– an answer.

Amada doesn’t look that much more sure of himself once Aki’s left the room, but he at least peels away from the wall a little bit. Shinjiro waits for a few moments to see if he’ll say anything, but he ends up having to break the silence himself.

Amada gnaws on his lower lip, his brows pinched together so hard that it looks like it hurts. Shinjiro can’t say he knows what the kid is thinking, but he knows what’d be on his mind if their roles were reversed:

Why would you be worried about me? How could you even stand to be?

Shinjiro is the one to speak up again.

He does not want to ask this next question, doesn’t even want to look at that particular elephant in the room. But he knows he has to.

The kid cringes in on himself, sucking air through his teeth.

He promised Aki– and himself– that he was done running away from the past, done wishing to forget things no matter how painful. But if there’s anything he would make an exception for, it’s that. If he’d known that Amada had planned on following him to the grave…

Then what? What could he have done differently?

Fucking hell. It was bad enough hearing it from Yamagishi, but this– He feels sick. Amada’s expression is open and earnest and Shinjiro doesn’t deserve it. He’d actually rather be shot again.

Another funeral-shroud silence falls over them. Amada scuffs his shoes against the floor and opens his mouth, then closes it. He does it again, and a third time, looking increasingly distressed. Shinjiro sighs.

He says it as gently as possible, but Amada still hunches in on himself and looks like he’s done something wrong.

Amada blinks hard and slinks out of the room without another word. Aki returns a moment later, concern plain on his face.

[thesarcasticism]

i did not think it was possible for them to make shinjiro any sexier in reload. i mean fuck, bro look at this.

then i saw his fucking battle attire and, well. i have been proven wrong.

[proxythe]

shinji canonically handsome, huge, bulky, intimidating … we need more people to talk about this…

[bjdavis5]

Femc answer : episode shinjiro

I was looking at this art

Which also link to this fic

And it made me think of shinjiro in aigis' place for the answer

Who takes the role of metis ?

(Yes I know this iwai concept art )

NAME: [ no idea I don't know Japanese naming convention]

Nickname: gakky or brood

No memory where they came from.

Can also cook.

Smokes cigarettes on his when by himself, which is supposed to represent shinjiro slf destruction with the persona serpession drug.

Arcana: I was thinking reverse hierophant or moon?

What weapon would his shadow use?

Naginata due to metis taking the place of shinjiro weapons wise in the answer.

Or whatever this is.

[bi-naesala]

Chamomile

Shinjiro has a nightmare. Luckily for him, he's not alone to deal with it.

(Tags: Post-Persona 3, Aragaki Shinjiro Lives, Nightmares, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Texting)

AO3 link

The moment that asshole Takaya pointed the gun at Ken, Shinjiro already knew what to do. His original plan of letting the kid have his revenge had already gone through the window anyway, and like hell he was letting him die there – he’d never be able to forgive himself.

The moment he hears the shot, his body moves on its own, turning around and closing his arms around Ken with the intent of protecting him.

Immediately, a pang of pain spreads from his chest. It’s like something’s clawing it open.

He grits his teeth, too stubborn to make any sound despite the sheer pain – it burns, it burns!

He tries to catch himself on his feet, but his legs don’t respond anymore.

All he can do is fall, and fall, and fall...

Thud.

Ow, that hurts.

Before he can react, a hand goes to hold his shoulder, shaking it a little.

“Shinji? Shinji!”

Shinjiro, still a sleepy and groggy mess, opens his eyes, and sees an equally sleepy and groggy Akihiko, who’s looking at him worriedly from the bed...

Ah, so that’s what happened: he fell on his ass like an idiot.

“Ngh... ‘m fine... Jus’ fell,” he’s able to mutter, gritting his teeth for the pain. Fuck, the floor’s hard.

He tries to get up, but he has to immediately grab at his chest, squeezing right where the bullet scar is, as if that would be enough to push the pain away.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, it hurts.

It’s not as bad as when he actually got shot, thankfully, but it’s still something he would rather do without.

If not for Akihiko, who picks him up and helps him on the bed again, he’d be still agonizing on the floor.

“Shinji... Talk to me. What’s wrong?” he urges him.

Shinjiro has half a mind to tell him to shut up and go back to sleep, but a stronger fit of pain shuts him up before he can actually do that – karmic justice, he supposes.

“Hurts...” is all he’s able to get out, but it’s all Akihiko needs: he rushes to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, getting painkillers and a tube of cream that Shinjiro has come to resent: it’s used specifically for scars, but it smells so fucking bad.

Still, he’s in no condition to complain once Akihiko comes back, and hands him the medicine, slipping then on his lap and helping him take his shirt off with the clear intention of applying the cream where it hurts, but despite feeling like shit, Shinjiro can’t help but to let out a low whistle. “Hello nurse.”

Akihiko rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything – it’s not the first time this happens, and surely it won’t be the last – focusing instead of getting some cream on his fingers, spreading it then over the bullet scar. Shinjiro hisses – it’s cold to the touch, too cold – and Akihiko considers it revenge for his previous joke, so he doesn’t tease him for acting like a little baby.

Neither of them speaks, Akihiko being too focused on tending to Shinjiro, who’s in turn too focused on observing him work.

It’s probably banal as hell to say, but he can’t help but to find him handsome, even when the only light available comes from the small lamp on the bedside table, with heavy shadows cast all over his body, though it’s true that Akihiko is and has always been handsome, which makes the fact that he’s sticking with an ugly mug like him much more mind-boggling...

A small pat on his cheek distracts him from his self-loathing thoughts. He shakes his head, eyes focusing on Akihiko again; he looks concerned.

“You’re okay? Need something? Maybe some chamomile to help you sleep?”

Chamomile would only have the effect of making Shinjiro get up in a few hours to go piss, but the earnest way Akihiko said it makes him unable to say no. “That would be nice, I guess...”

At least he won’t have to go back to sleep immediately. That will give him plenty of time to get a grip on himself.

Saying yes has the unfortunate consequence, however, of making Aki hop off his lap – he already misses his warmth – and forcing him to leave the bed as well, as the two make way to the kitchen.

“You can stay here, you know,” Akihiko proposes, stopping right at the door, but Shinjiro shakes his head.

“Nah, I need to make sure you don’t make any messes in my kitchen,” he retorts, because like hell he’ll tell him the truth: that he doesn’t want to be alone, because if left on his own, he will surely go back to think about that damned night...

Akihiko scoffs at his words. “I don’t make messes, and it’s not your kitchen.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Shinjiro replies, but despite the animosity of their words, they’re both smiling. No hard feelings.

As if remembering something, Akihiko then turns around to go grab his phone.

“What you need that for?” Shinjiro asks, confused.

“Just in case...” is all he gets in response, but it’s enough for him to understand: Aki’s afraid he’s going to have another crisis and he might have to call for an ambulance.

This lack of faith kind of pisses him off, but he can’t really be mad about it, can he? Given the precedents, it’s fair that he wants to be cautious, so Shinjiro doesn’t say anything about it, even though he still finds it irritating.

Once they’ve made their way to the kitchen, Akihiko darts to the counter, rummaging through the cabinets to find the boiler, while Shinjiro makes his way to the couch, flopping on it with the grace of a drunk elephant, letting out a small groan of pain as he does so. Okay, maybe he should’ve been more careful, but it’s too late for that now.

From his point of view, he can barely see what Akihiko’s doing. He’s got half a mind to get up to check on him – he’s seen things when they lived in the dorms - but he’s been teaching him how to use the kitchen and sure, he may not be the greatest chef to ever life, but he’s become pretty self-sufficient, to the point that he can be left on his own to make a stupid chamomile with no risk of setting anything on fire, so he remains on the couch, fighting off the instinct of kicking him out like he’s an intruder to his domain - he may joke about it, but he does see the kitchen as his territory a little bit - and simply watches him.

As he watches, however, he hears a notification sound coming from Akihiko’s phone. He should leave it alone and wait for its owner to check, but Aki doesn’t seem to have noticed it, and Shinjiro’s curiosity is too much, so he silently walks to it and picks it up, before returning to the couch as nothing happened.

Huh, it’s from Ken.

ugh this sucks

That’s not... No, scratch that, that’s exactly how Shinjiro thought he would act, once he told them that he was going to have a sleepover with his friends that night.

At least he’s not contacting them because something bad’s happened; that’s reassuring.

He smiles a little to himself as he takes the liberty to reply.

not having fun?          

akihiko-san!

why are you awake?

not aki          

shinjiro then

why are you awake????and on akihiko-sans phone????

If he answers honestly, he’d just be worrying the kid, so he makes up a lie.

you see          

when a mother and a father really love each other      stuff happens          

EW

I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT

Good, he fell for it, and he’s gotten flustered too, meaning that he won’t be asking other questions.

anyway          

you were saying things aren’t going well?          

do i need to bash a few heads?           

Ken takes a suspiciously long to time to respond - the little shit must really be thinking about it.

nah, not really

they’re just talking about girls and stuff

“Girls and stuff” is a pretty common subject, especially for a group of teenage boys. Shinjiro decides to have some fun with it.

so? need me to give you the talk?          

STOP

SERIOUSLY

ITS JUST

UGH I DON’T KNOW

i have nothing to say

about girls?          

yeah

don’t you have that little fanclub of yours that always comes to your matches?           

Shinjiro’s quite familiar with them, unfortunately. His ears still have to recover from all their screeches whenever Ken scores a point.

i don’t even know them

theyre annoying

Reading that last message, Shinjiro can’t help but to laugh.

It looks like Ken is, slowly but surely, turning into a certain someone he’s very acquainted with. Fucking hell...

Shinjiro realizes Akihiko’s done only when he hears his voice much closer than he expected, as he asked what’s so funny.

He watches, as he sets the fuming cup on the table, and he responds:

“Ken’s turning into a mini-you.”

“Ken?” Akihiko asks, before snatching the phone from his hands and typing something to the kid, something along the lines of ‘I’ve confiscated the phone’ and ‘Shinji’s an idiot’, Shinjiro’s sure, before wishing him a good night.

Once he’s done, he leaves the phone on the table, and takes a seat beside the other. It’s under his watchful gaze that he starts drinking this absolutely disgusting chamomile – it’s not Aki who fucked up making it, he just isn’t fond of the taste – feeling a bit uneasy because of such scrutiny, but he doesn’t have it in him to stop tell him to stop that.

He wishes Akihiko would speak, so that this silence could be filled; he doesn’t care if it would be something dumb, or awkward, he just doesn’t want to think. Unfortunately for him, however, it seems that either he doesn’t want to speak, or he doesn’t know what to say, so he’ll have to do with silence. The only comfort is the soft snoring sound that comes from Koromaru’s bed; it’s good to see that they haven’t interrupted his sleep; though he wouldn’t have minded his company as well, he doesn’t have it in him to wake him up – that would be mean to poor Koro-chan.

He doesn’t take too much to finish drinking, and that’s when Akihiko finds his voice again.

“Better?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah... Better.”

He’s not lying: the painkillers are kicking in, and his conversation with Ken has managed to get his mind off his current predicament.

There’s still a small corner of his mind where the sound of the shot keeps echoing, but it could be worse – he could be bleeding out on the ground, right now.

“So, huh, you didn’t just fall from the bed, before I mean,” Akihiko states. An acute observation.

Shinjiro doesn’t say anything, but he does shake his head to confirm it.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Does he? He’s not sure: he’s already worried Aki so much already...

Still, he knows how stubborn he can be, and he knows that he’s going to pester him until he tells him.

... Looks like he has no other choice then, huh?

“Huh, I might’ve had a nightmare,” he admits.

“Might?”

Shinjiro rolls his eyes. “I had a nightmare, okay?”

Akihiko looks a bit surprised by the revelation, though it’s hard to tell if it’s because of the fact itself, or because Shinjiro’s admitting to it – as if he would’ve had if there was any way he could’ve gotten away with it.

He sounds hesitant when he asks:

“Was it about--”

“Yeah.”

Shinjiro doesn’t even let him finish. It’s obvious anyway; no need saying it out loud.

“Shinji, I’m so sorry...” Akihiko mutters, as he tries reaching out for him with a hand, but Shinjiro swats it away before he can actually touch him.

“I’m fine,” he forces out. He’s not fine at all, but he’s getting better, and that’s all that matters.

Aki, of course, doesn’t buy it.

“If you grip the cup any harder, you’re going to break it,” he points out.

Shinjiro looks down on his lap. Indeed, he is gripping the cup much more strongly than he needs to – his knuckles have turned white.

He places it on the table before he can do any damage that would make a shitty night even shittier, but now that he has nothing else to hold, his hands start to tremble.

Why? Why now?

He’s had all the time to get over it, so why can’t he stop thinking about it?

He was fine while he was talking to Ken, but now that everything is silent...

Akihiko gently grabs his hands, holding them in his, but this time Shinjiro doesn’t push him away. He’s being treated like he’s made of glass, but for once, he appreciates it; he should already be grateful for the fact that at least he’s not trying to comfort him with words anyway.

Slowly, he can feel his hands stop trembling, as the echoes of that night turn quieter and quieter in his mind.

He turns to Aki, who’s looking at him with such love and devotion that he can’t help but to be drawn to him – there was a time when he would’ve recoiled instead.

The kiss they share is a soft one, Akihiko letting out a relieved sigh against the other’s lips.

“Thank you,” Shinjiro says then, pulling away just enough to be able to speak. Aki didn’t have to wait until it got better, didn’t have to do any of this, but he did anyway, and Shinjiro appreciates that, even though he wouldn’t have minded if he had gone back to bed – he has classes, the next day, or current, depending on what time it is.

Akihiko looks surprised, incredibly surprised by his words – as if he’s never thanked him for anything every in all their lives – but he recovers quickly.

“All good?” he asks, barely able to contain a yawn. Shinjiro notices it, obviously – because he’s always noticed even the smallest things when it comes to Aki, and he always will.

“All good,” he confirms, before adding, “But I think we’ve got a long-awaited appointment with the bed.”

Akihiko chuckles at his words. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

He stands, then he helps Shinjiro do the same, their hands still intertwined.

They don’t pick up the cup at the table; it’s a problem they’ll deal with in the morning, as neither of them can be bothered to do it now.

Once they get to the bedroom, Aki’s the first to lay down, spreading his arms towards Shinjiro in a silent invitation, one that he accepts, as he lays too beside him, letting himself getting scooped in his arms and kept close.

He rests his head against Akihiko’s chest – mh, soft – and he lets out a small sigh. Feels good.

“Night, Aki,” he mutters, then, before he can fall asleep.

He feels the familiar pressure of a kiss on the top of his head.

“Goodnight, Shinji.”

And then, quieter.

“I love you.”

[miusato]

Hey babes I am still in camp looking for a crumb of reception _(:3」∠)_

Anyway, Shinjiham in my notebook 👍👍👍

[marikodraws]

Who wants to dig for clams〜? 🌊 ᕙ(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵)八(⸝⸝ಠ︿ಠ⸝⸝)八(ﾉﾉ︶￣)ノ🦪

[deeveelyn]

Kotone has been having a rough time of it lately. The pressure of leadership, a sickness that left her bedridden for days, and a feeling of dread as she ponders the coming October full moon. But Shinjiro arrives just in time to give her some solace, some normalcy, and she seizes it as quickly as she can.

Shinjiro calls it a favor for him, but the way Kotone looks at him... you'd almost imagine it was the other way around.

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I wrote a Shinjiham for once! This is actually my first strictly M/F work, so that's fun. Birthday present for a friend of mine (and technically Akihiko, happy birthday dude!).

I really liked this. I think it turned out really good and I'm very proud of it. :)

Probably not writing anything else like this again though... unless my friend requests it, of course. Femslash is my heart and soul after all.

[canaryinacoolmine]

In a different life,

In a different light,

I'd still love you most

Super cute FoolMoon piece my lil sis commissioned catinthecity for as a Christmas present for me! 💗✨