How Could You? (Souyo)

Secret

It could have been anyone... Why me, huh!? Why do I have shitty luck!?

I can't get close to him. It's weird. He's gonna be weird about it.

"C'mon, Yosuke!" Teddie urges. "If you don't, I will!"

"I'm not sitting on his lap," I snap. "No fucking way."

"Why not?" He mumbles. He rolls his head back, off the couch.

"Don't act all coy."

"Hm," he hums. "Afraid, Yosuke?"

"What?" I scoff, folding my arms.

"Are you afraid?" His voice keeps changing from a yell to a whisper; it's hard to hear what he's saying.

"And what the hell would I be afraid of?"

"Touching me."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not afraid of you."

"You're afraid of falling in love with me."

I stand up now, my blood boiling.

"I am not gay," I snap.

"Mhm," he nods slowly.

"I like girls, unlike some of us here," I yell.

"That's enough," Kanji warns.

"Let him talk," Yu groans.

"I have a girlfriend. I'm not gonna... suddenly turn gay the moment I touch you."

"Why not?" He smirks. "I did with you."

"Y-Yu-kun," Chie gasps.

"You're... unbelievable, man... How could you, huh?" I say.

"What?"

"You used me."

"I didn't use you." He picks his head back up now, squinting in the light.

"Or, did you use Kanji, too?" I say. "It's so many of us that I've lost count."

"Me, too!" Yukiko sings. "He used me!!"

"I'm not your... little experiment," I murmur. "I'm your friend. Nothing more."

"Hm," he hums again. I can't even tell if he's listening or not.

"I have Yuna, and you have to respect that," I snap.

"Yuna, huh?" He laughs. "Hey, Yosuke, do you wanna hear a secret?"

I furrow a brow. "What?"

Kanji leaps from his seat, pressing his hands tightly on Yu's mouth. It doesn't stop him from muffling his words, though.

"I wanna hold Sensei down!" Teddie yells, jumping on Yu's lap, using his own hands to suppress Yu's speech.

"What secret?" I frown, pulling Teddie back.

"I think that is enough for tonight." Naoto steps up, brushing down his jacket, standing between me and Yu.

"No," I frown, pushing him out of the way. "Do you know her?"

"Mhm." He muffles that much beneath the hands restraining him.

"Tell me everything," I snap.

"He's drunk," Kanji states. "He's talkin' outta his ass."

"What are you helping him cover up?" I yell. "Seriously, I'm sick of this."

"Sick of what?" He frowns.

"Being treated like some sort of joke," I shout. "I'm not. He doesn't tell me anything!"

"I advise that you calm down," Naoto frowns.