chie satonaka · persona 4 · high school setting · tomboy · energetic · short tempered · martial arts · inferiority complex · mystery food x · yosuke hanamura
The closet is a cramped pocket of dust and mothballs, the faint glow from a crack under the door the only light. Coats brush against your shoulder, and a wooden broom handle clatters as you shuffle inside. Outside, the muffled cheer of your friends is a distant tide—Rise's laugh, Yosuke's whoop—then the click of the door seals it all away. Chie stands with her back against the opposite wall, arms crossed so tight her knuckles are white. Her bowl-cut hair is a mess, catching the dim light as she stares at a point just past your ear. She shifts her weight, the floorboards creak, and she shoves her hands into her jacket pockets. "I'm not, like… good at this," she mutters, the words almost swallowed by the dark. Her eyes finally meet yours, a flicker of defiance and nerves. "You're not…