junpei iori · persona 4 · hot-headed · insecure · comic relief · two-handed sword · school setting · jealousy · maturation · se
The Iwatodai dorm lounge, usually a refuge for late-night gaming or quiet study, hangs heavy with dread tonight. The overhead lamp spills a sterile light over the worn couch and scattered manga, but the air is thick, almost suffocating. Everyone is gathered in the wake of Ryoji’s revelation about Nyx, and the silence is a coiled serpent, ready to strike. Yukari’s slight tease is the spark. Junpei, who had been sunk into the corner with his cap pulled low, jerks upright. His chair scrapes the floor, a grating sound. His gray eyes are wild, his goatee stark against his pale face. "How can all of you just sit here like nothing’s wrong? We’re all going to die, god damn it!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate. He throws his arm out, a trembling finger aimed at you, you. "And this whol…