How Could You? (Souyo)

Bon Appétit

Yu's POV:

"I just... can't believe him!" He groans.

He sits on the countertop, watching as I prepare the meal. I would like his help, but... He seems too upset for that right now.

"I'm not the asshole," he scoffs, crossing his arms. "He is, if anyone."

"Hm."

I crack an egg over the side of the bowl.

He frowns. "Are you even listening?"

"Of course." I turn my attention back to him.

"Kanji's just... always had it out for me, y'know?" He grumbles. "It's not fair."

I swallow hard. "I know."

"...I just wish he'd leave."

"What?"

"Just... go. I guess," he shrugs.

"Yosuke-"

"He's never been one of us, Yu," he grunts. "He's always been... the weird one."

"We can't just... cut him out," I say. "He's still our friend, with or without the case to solve."

"Just 'cause we saved him doesn't mean we have to be friends with him."

"Yosuke," I sigh.

"He thinks he knows you, man," he scoffs. "He thinks he's your best-fucking-friend."

I bite my lip. "That's not true."

"You just let him push you around. It's not right."

I turn back to the bowl. "It's fine, Yosuke."

"Don't even say that shit to me," he says. "You..." He hesitates for a moment. "You kissed me, man."

I feel my whole body freeze.

"A-and that's not like you," he continues. "It's not, Yu."

"...I know," I sigh eventually.

I thought... he wanted to forget about that...

"Fuck 'im," he grunts. "He can go run off with that lousy detective."

Naoto has done nothing wrong... Even so, I can't find it in myself to stand up for him.

"...Hey, partner?"

"...Yeah?" I clear my throat, cracking another egg open.

"...The bastard's in love with you."

I blink. "What?"

"Kanji," he groans. He swings his legs to the side. "I know that he likes you."

"...That's not true."

"Stop being so damn modest," he scoffs. "He always wanted you. Not me, or Chie or Yukiko, or Teddie. It was always you he wanted to be around."

"He doesn't have feelings for me," I whisper.

"...You were kissing him."

"I-" I trail off, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the situation. "He kissed me."

"...So, he likes you," he concludes.

I bite my lip. "I don't know, Yosuke. And I really don't care."

"You have to tell him to back off," he frowns.

"I have, and he has, okay?" I mutter.

"...If you ever need to talk-"

"It's fine, Yosuke."