[ Yusuke's been through enough these memory chains now that he has an idea how they work—it's almost dreamlike, except where the sensations are all too real. The smell of dinner wafting through the small home is idyllic, but then there's the sour twinge of beer as he walks past the bottles in a hurry. The tatami has a familiar bounce beneath his feet, and it'd be... nostalgic of where they're from, if it really were just a dream.
Instead, he's all but throwing his weight at this man amidst his angry railing. Even if it's his dad (this man is his father? this absolute douchebag?), his priority is to protect a friend. They've raised worse threats for each other before.
So he elbows him, hard, right into a hairline fracture that seems to spread down his side. And it's strange—the man himself doesn't seem affected, not at all teetered off-balance, but he suddenly freezes in-place. Like he's stopped mid-frame. The memory starts to slow down, more cracks exposing across the floor, flecks of the walls seeming to crumble.
Yusuke stumbles back a step like he's bounced off a wall, and for a moment he's silent, still taking this in. Eventually, quietly, ]
3b, beats ryuji up again
Instead, he's all but throwing his weight at this man amidst his angry railing. Even if it's his dad (this man is his father? this absolute douchebag?), his priority is to protect a friend. They've raised worse threats for each other before.
So he elbows him, hard, right into a hairline fracture that seems to spread down his side. And it's strange—the man himself doesn't seem affected, not at all teetered off-balance, but he suddenly freezes in-place. Like he's stopped mid-frame. The memory starts to slow down, more cracks exposing across the floor, flecks of the walls seeming to crumble.
Yusuke stumbles back a step like he's bounced off a wall, and for a moment he's silent, still taking this in. Eventually, quietly, ]
...Are you all right?