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Prompt: Birthday.

Words: 1055

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/1666…

Summary: It happens the weekend after the events of “Shigechi's Harvest“ episode. Tomoko froze Josuke's account and he's young and broke. His bro Okuyasu has his back, with a little belated surprise!

Note: My second JosuYasu fic for this amazing event. It’s kinda a continuation of my first fic for the Josuyasu Week 2018. Or rather it happens in the same universe. But you don’t have to read it to understand, except for a small reference at the end of this fic. Still unbeta’ed, so all errors are mine. If you find any, let me know so I can fix ‘em. Enjoy!

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It was the first weekend after Josuke, Okuyasu and Shigechi got their lottery winnings, and Josuke should have been having the time of his life, spending all that beautiful dough. But nope, his mom, sensible woman that she was, forced him to save by freezing his account. Josuke could understand the importance of saving a penny, but couldn’t she let him have at least some of it to enjoy his summer? It was so unfair.

So here he was, brooding in his living room while playing video games, in plain view of his mother, sighing loudly every few minutes between levels. He had to make her know how much she was hurting her only child.

Tomoko was having none of it, and just rolled her eyes. Sometimes she couldn’t believe that she had raised such a big baby.

“And you call yourself my mother,” he moaned when he noticed her lack of care.

“You’ll thank me when you are older, and have some money to fall back on hard times. I’m not going to support you forever, you know?”

It was a nice gesture, especially since she didn’t know about the money he will eventually get from the old man’s inheritance. Still… he just moaned again in defeat.

Tomoko was about to tell his son to can it, but the doorbell rang. She went to open to the door, while Josuke grumbled some more.

“Good morning, Okuyasu! Glad to see you here. Come in and see if you can make my lump of a son see some sense. You were always the responsible one!”

Josuke perked immediately knowing that his best bro was here, even if his mom was bad-mouthing him. So uncool!

“Thank you, Tomoko-san!” Okuyasu grinned at her, always glad to be welcomed. “But can Josuke come out and play?”

“What are we? Grade schoolers?”, Josuke smiled as he said this, to show he was just teasing.

Tomoko sighed at his punk of a son. “Sure, Okuyasu, take him away so I can finally have some peace and quiet from all his sighing and whining.” Josuke glared at his mother lightly. Tomoko raised an eyebrow and Josuke looked away.

“Are you ready to go?”, Okuyasu asked. Josuke looked fine to him, as always, but he knew his bro could be fastidious about his looks.

Sure enough, Josuke looked at the small mirror in the hall wall, and took out a comb from his pocket to fix his hair slightly. After a couple of checks, he nodded.

“Sure, bro. Let’s go. I know when I am not wanted.” He couldn’t resist a final jab at his mom.

“Good-bye, Tomoko-san! We’ll be back by night time!”

“Good-bye, sweetie. Take care of my big baby!” Tomoko said as she pushed her son out of the house with a smile, and closed the door.

“Man, what did you do to your hot mom?”

“Ugh, stop calling my mom hot, dude! It’s just that she froze my account and all the plans I had for my lottery winnings are totally ruined,” Josuke complained.

“Yeah, she did that a couple of days ago. Are you still whining about it?” Okuyasu wondered.

“Tch! Some friend you are!”

They kept bantering and gossiping back and forth for some minutes, until they reached the arcade. Okuyasu invited and Josuke wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After three hours of playing all the fighting games available, as well as some Metal Slug and even The House of the Dead 2, Josuke was starting to feel peckish, and the answering growl from Okuyasu’s belly, told them it was time to grab something to eat. They left the building after a last round of Tekken 3.

Some minutes of walking told Josuke they were getting farther away from the shopping district, but also in the opposite direction from their homes.

“Are we going to Tonio’s? Man, you know I’m broke.”

“Don’t worry, Josuke. I’ll pay! I have no mom to freeze my account!” Okuyasu looked too proud for such a morbid statement.

“That’s dark, dude. But how come? You already paid for the games and you are usually so stingy with your money. Didn’t you put it all in your savings account anyway?”

“Well… Happy birthday!” Okuyasu pumped his hands in the air.

“Um. Thank you, Okuyasu. But my birthday was two weeks ago. You were there, remember? Mom got us pizza and Koichi brought some cake.” Josuke gave Okuyasu a side-glance and put his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know until the very same day and I was running on a tight budget!” Okuyasu moved his hands around enthusiastically. “Now with the lottery winnings I can give you something! I mean, it’s not Italian shoes or a high-end suit or a trip overseas, but I sure can treat my best bud to some games and the best of what Tonio has to offer! You might think saving all my winnings is super lame but I do need the money to support me and pops!” At this Josuke felt superbad and was about to interrupt, but Okuyasu continued. “Besides you also got hurt a bit when Shigechi was acting like a greedy little asshole, and Crazy Diamond can’t heal you. I don’t even know what you told your mom about your eyelid! So this is the least I could do.” He nodded to himself, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.

Josuke smiled tenderly. “You are pretty great, Okuyasu.”

Okuyasu opened one eye and smiled. “And don’t you forget it. Now move it. I’m hungry too, you know!” He went to give his friend a side-hug.

Josuke let himself be held for a second, and felt mischievous. He turned to Okuyasu and pinched his side softly to get him to face him.

“What?”

Josuke planted a small peck on Okuyasu’s lips. His best bud froze, all big eyes and slack jaw. Josuke just released himself from the side-hug and kept walking in the direction of the trattoria, a spring in his step as he hummed a melody.

Half a minute later, Okuyasu shook his head and ran after him. “What the hell was that, Josuke! Oi! Come back! I thought we agreed we will give each other head ups if we wanted to practice! Oi!”

Josuke just laughed.

Description
Prompt: Birthday.

Words: 1055

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/1666…

Summary: It happens the weekend after the events of “Shigechi's Harvest“ episode. Tomoko froze Josuke's account and he's young and broke. His bro Okuyasu has his back, with a little belated surprise!

Note: My second JosuYasu fic for this amazing event. It’s kinda a continuation of my first fic for the Josuyasu Week 2018. Or rather it happens in the same universe. But you don’t have to read it to understand, except for a small reference at the end of this fic. Still unbeta’ed, so all errors are mine. If you find any, let me know so I can fix ‘em. Enjoy!

–

It was the first weekend after Josuke, Okuyasu and Shigechi got their lottery winnings, and Josuke should have been having the time of his life, spending all that beautiful dough. But nope, his mom, sensible woman that she was, forced him to save by freezing his account. Josuke could understand the importance of saving a penny, but couldn’t she let him have at least some of it to enjoy his summer? It was so unfair.

So here he was, brooding in his living room while playing video games, in plain view of his mother, sighing loudly every few minutes between levels. He had to make her know how much she was hurting her only child.

Tomoko was having none of it, and just rolled her eyes. Sometimes she couldn’t believe that she had raised such a big baby.

“And you call yourself my mother,” he moaned when he noticed her lack of care.

“You’ll thank me when you are older, and have some money to fall back on hard times. I’m not going to support you forever, you know?”

It was a nice gesture, especially since she didn’t know about the money he will eventually get from the old man’s inheritance. Still… he just moaned again in defeat.

Tomoko was about to tell his son to can it, but the doorbell rang. She went to open to the door, while Josuke grumbled some more.

“Good morning, Okuyasu! Glad to see you here. Come in and see if you can make my lump of a son see some sense. You were always the responsible one!”

Josuke perked immediately knowing that his best bro was here, even if his mom was bad-mouthing him. So uncool!

“Thank you, Tomoko-san!” Okuyasu grinned at her, always glad to be welcomed. “But can Josuke come out and play?”

“What are we? Grade schoolers?”, Josuke smiled as he said this, to show he was just teasing.

Tomoko sighed at his punk of a son. “Sure, Okuyasu, take him away so I can finally have some peace and quiet from all his sighing and whining.” Josuke glared at his mother lightly. Tomoko raised an eyebrow and Josuke looked away.

“Are you ready to go?”, Okuyasu asked. Josuke looked fine to him, as always, but he knew his bro could be fastidious about his looks.

Sure enough, Josuke looked at the small mirror in the hall wall, and took out a comb from his pocket to fix his hair slightly. After a couple of checks, he nodded.

“Sure, bro. Let’s go. I know when I am not wanted.” He couldn’t resist a final jab at his mom.

“Good-bye, Tomoko-san! We’ll be back by night time!”

“Good-bye, sweetie. Take care of my big baby!” Tomoko said as she pushed her son out of the house with a smile, and closed the door.

“Man, what did you do to your hot mom?”

“Ugh, stop calling my mom hot, dude! It’s just that she froze my account and all the plans I had for my lottery winnings are totally ruined,” Josuke complained.

“Yeah, she did that a couple of days ago. Are you still whining about it?” Okuyasu wondered.

“Tch! Some friend you are!”

They kept bantering and gossiping back and forth for some minutes, until they reached the arcade. Okuyasu invited and Josuke wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After three hours of playing all the fighting games available, as well as some Metal Slug and even The House of the Dead 2, Josuke was starting to feel peckish, and the answering growl from Okuyasu’s belly, told them it was time to grab something to eat. They left the building after a last round of Tekken 3.

Some minutes of walking told Josuke they were getting farther away from the shopping district, but also in the opposite direction from their homes.

“Are we going to Tonio’s? Man, you know I’m broke.”

“Don’t worry, Josuke. I’ll pay! I have no mom to freeze my account!” Okuyasu looked too proud for such a morbid statement.

“That’s dark, dude. But how come? You already paid for the games and you are usually so stingy with your money. Didn’t you put it all in your savings account anyway?”

“Well… Happy birthday!” Okuyasu pumped his hands in the air.

“Um. Thank you, Okuyasu. But my birthday was two weeks ago. You were there, remember? Mom got us pizza and Koichi brought some cake.” Josuke gave Okuyasu a side-glance and put his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know until the very same day and I was running on a tight budget!” Okuyasu moved his hands around enthusiastically. “Now with the lottery winnings I can give you something! I mean, it’s not Italian shoes or a high-end suit or a trip overseas, but I sure can treat my best bud to some games and the best of what Tonio has to offer! You might think saving all my winnings is super lame but I do need the money to support me and pops!” At this Josuke felt superbad and was about to interrupt, but Okuyasu continued. “Besides you also got hurt a bit when Shigechi was acting like a greedy little asshole, and Crazy Diamond can’t heal you. I don’t even know what you told your mom about your eyelid! So this is the least I could do.” He nodded to himself, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.

Josuke smiled tenderly. “You are pretty great, Okuyasu.”

Okuyasu opened one eye and smiled. “And don’t you forget it. Now move it. I’m hungry too, you know!” He went to give his friend a side-hug.

Josuke let himself be held for a second, and felt mischievous. He turned to Okuyasu and pinched his side softly to get him to face him.

“What?”

Josuke planted a small peck on Okuyasu’s lips. His best bud froze, all big eyes and slack jaw. Josuke just released himself from the side-hug and kept walking in the direction of the trattoria, a spring in his step as he hummed a melody.

Half a minute later, Okuyasu shook his head and ran after him. “What the hell was that, Josuke! Oi! Come back! I thought we agreed we will give each other head ups if we wanted to practice! Oi!”

Josuke just laughed.