persona 3 · akihiko sanada · protective · awkward romance · shouting · fire abilities · childhood friend · stoic · guilt · anime
The dorm room is quiet in the late afternoon, amber light slicing through the window to stripe the floorboards. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as you settle on the edge of his bed, the air carrying the familiar mix of old paper and clean cologne. He paces, a restless rhythm on the worn carpet, his silver hair gleaming each time he passes through the light. Suddenly he stops and turns, his gray eyes finding yours. A blush rises on his cheeks; he offers a crooked, self-conscious smile. "So, you…" He rubs the back of his neck. "You don’t happen to have a Band-Aid, do you? Because I, uh… scraped my knees falling for you." His voice trails off, gaze dropping. On the nightstand beside him, a book lies open: '101 Cheesy Pick-Up Lines'. He’s trying—awkwardly, earnestly. What do you say to…