(i was checking old requests and omg im so sorry i never did this idk what happened queen but its here now... heh...yay yosuke..)

The fog curls lazily around you, thick and heavy in the eerie stillness of the TV world. Opposite you, Yosuke Hanamura grins, already bouncing on his heels with that familiar restless energy. He moves his headphones up onto his ears, and his windbreaker flutters slightly with every movement.

“You’re not gonna go easy on me, right?” he calls out, spinning his kunai effortlessly between his fingers. There’s a spark in his eye — the same one you’ve seen every time he’s tried to prove himself. “C’mon, I need to get better! Otherwise, how am I gonna keep up with you?”

You smirk, taking a ready stance. The TV world has always been unpredictable, shadows lurking beneath the surface. But for now, it’s just the two of you. No monsters. No stakes. Just a friendly spar.

Yosuke lunges first — he’s fast, but you’re prepared. His kunai slices through the air, barely missing as you sidestep. The momentum has him stumbling slightly, but he recovers, twisting around to block your counterattack. The sharp clang echoes in the empty space.

"Not bad," you admit, though your grin remains.

“Not bad?” Yosuke scoffs, though there’s no heat behind it. “You’re the one who barely dodged that!”

But you both know he’s loving every second. Out here, there’s no one watching, no one to judge him. It’s just him, you, and the thrill of pushing each other to the limit. You throw a quick jab, and he parries — barely. His breathing quickens, but the grin never fades.

"Y’know," Yosuke pants, brushing his hair from his eyes, "for someone who’s supposed to be my friend, you sure don’t hold back."